November 24, 2011

Thankful that Bicycle 808 is a Two-Seater


Celtic Rebel's latest piece "Afraid to See, or Afraid to Speak" highlighted the word "thrive". A word that bubbled up here in the Underground Stream when Barack Obama uttered "together we thrive" during the Phoenix/Tucson ritual of the Gabrielle Gifford shooting.

"Yared Loner" was clue enough for those with even one eye to see in this Arya-Zone -A. The grand chessboard with its game of mystical toponomy rolls on and the mountain of dead bodies here at Atomic twilight be damned! There is money to be made and blood in the water. But to get it this money you have to get down in the water to get it.

The "already made money" is secure from rough waters, with its sharks. These deep dark waters being the home of every common Joe. His religion the negation of any thought or musings of the existence of Pirates. The "already made money" is again secure in a veritable ark, floating in a waterless skin hulled boat, hailing from unknown Venetian port. The galley lamp and the crow's nest secure and watching.

Surely there is a sign or emblem on this pirate U-boat? It reads in most solemn letters "x here". Joe Signer wittily comes to the chicken scratching ceremony thinking he's entertaining on the bank beside these finnish waters. But really he is obliviously fleshing out the number of souls under the mast he must serve. Above "x here", the motto "Ma-a-mal Nephshu" wrapped in Serpentine Sigil. A golden border circumferences this flag, twenty-two by twenty four inches.

Celt, in his effort to dispel the geis that enfuses the corpse of the Oikon, inspired the genie in me to show you more of the power of 'thrive'. A compendium of "cut and paste" wisdom follows. Just like "we don't need no stinkin badgees" meets "we don't need no honey, we eat royal jelly".

 

"Together we thrive" carries the gematria weight (NAEQ) of 258. The permutation of 258 to 528 as noted above yields THE KEY of the Biblios. Why? The cross weave net of the Greek (24 lettered) and Hebrew (22 lettered) languages yields the HA ALPHABET of 528 (22 x 24 = 528).

No power is able to dislodge the door mastering power of the 528 KEY over the chest or box. A box always takes forty steps to cross. Always. 528 is the Ninth and final Neter of Thoth, as enumerated in this series: 147, 174, 258, 285, 369, 396, 417, 471 and 528. This is the first half series of the entire possible permutations of 147 thru 963. The other half is 963, 936, 852, 825, 741, 714, 693, 639, 582.

528 has a twin dark Neter of 582. Siamesed together they form 1110 or ALP; 1 + 30 + 80 = 111. 111 is one ALP, ten handmade ALP's will be say 999 or 9990. Nine twin pairs of ALP, each composite shows its face of 1110: 963+147, 936+174, 852+258, 825+285, 741+369, 714+396, 693+417, 639+471, 582+528. A family portrait entitled 9990. The secret of these pairs is that 147-741 is the Daddy, 369-693 is the Mommy, and 258-852 are you the son. Look again at your parents resolving themselves. Look again at you resolving yourself. As shared many times .. go screw yourself!

The supreme potential state of ALP as ONE, is forged by a TEN fingered hand, that hammers ONE HUNDRED times on the dark side of ALP's skull. Upon reawakening ALP is a THOUSAND times better. Such is the in and outs of the ONE and ONLY potential. You my friend, and every other division state, in this sordid, sundry affair is but only a fragment in this equation. A fragment fracture. You may say such a construct is madness and could never stand the test of proof. Proof, like something that would be accepted in a court of law. That is, if you could find a judge or King worthy of weighing such matters. Are his eyes cloudy? Does he wear a patch? Is the light here good enough to see his condition?



The mediator of the Heaven and Earth is the 528 KEY. He enforces the law of 3168. A hand suspended from a small fist size cloud writes 3168 on two tower high stones. Holding them high is a 'Man of 6' who is 616 cubits high, who has a identity neuroses that he is Thoth. He calmly holding the NINE powers between the two towers forms a lamp whose shadow forms one, nine and one.

Should the light shift to the left, due to the sword becoming too heavy, the shadow a will lilt to the right to read nine, one and one. Au contraire, should the light shift to the right, due to the lamp becoming fueled by mountains of splinters, the sinister shadow will lean to the left and cast one hundred and nineteen outlines. Each no larger than a small child. Pseudo Thoth on the mountain, spying on the valley, caught in cycles of tent and milky white calves.

The 22 Hebrew letters weave side to side the thread of ALPHABET NET via 144 Juwes; 22 x 144 = 3168. The 24 Greek letters weave up and down the thread of this ALPHABET NET; 6 x 24 x 22 = 3168. I wonder if they are Hyskos? Maybe Babylonian? Do they speak English? The angle of dangle is equal to the swerve of the curve. If you made a centerfold of double O's getting rested on the seventh day, you would see Unified Jack. You see what you want to, I'll keep seeing this.



This net is made for fishing for men. Can you imagine that the fisherman manning this net is a statue? Abandoning the net he can only think of protecting his LORD from pirates. Oh wait, he has sinned and thought on what he should not, should not, should not, should not, should not, should not, should not, should not............

Where did he hear this first? When? When? Who said this first? Who? Who? Some speaker of legend? How long will the test of who and where and when and why and what. How long? If we only had some light to follow the clues. As if there was a light outside yourself that did not create shadow everywhere it casts its beams! As if there was a light outside yourself that was not whirling its path around a dark master at the center of its path! As if.

What light is faster than light? Why would we ask such a question. Well, if we set up and learned to see, we might resolve the dilemma with NINE good answers. This puzzle box is dangerous. There is a snake inside whose skin has pattern on the back that reads in braille "510". Since we know that 528 is the "Ma-a-Mal Nephshu" and that the serpents in the wilderness and on the pole are called "Nehushtan". We might muse how many notes comprise a snake charming song? Eighteen solfeggeo notes played on the organ, three times around; 528 - 510 = 18. If you want to spy out the music sheet these notes must be on .. here is your pulled on, wounded ear to go by ... notes 6, 7, 9, 11, 14 and 16.

Achtung! Naked Neters, in noted order, fucking follows:

147,174,258,285,369,396,417,471,528 | 582,639,693,714,741,825,852,936,963

You see they are one and one and one and none. A three who are naught indeed and in word. To make any other thing, beside this one, is to "depersonalize" it. If you look for the Magician in the Zodiac of Dendera who would it be? I say Hathor. She wields the wand of weal and woe. She sets the sliding table for the fox. She bears the belly fat and the royal crown. Her long tongue blowing the wind that winds the seven eyed dipper to the waters for her sip and sup.

The dipper, a rolling fylfot, lifts the water in the dipper as evaporation by the power of fire. The dipper, a rolling fylfot, holds the water up in the light of the sun. The dipper, a rolling fylfot, drops the baby into a ditch cut with its own hands. The dipper, a rolling fylfot, buries the baby in the waterless hexagonal hole for forty days. Hathor has drunk from the river of souls. A sparkle in her eye, a drop on the knife. The fox runs down to get away. Or is it up to get away?

Some call this fox Attis and Hathor Kybelle. After killing Attis, she informs her high priest to send out attired dwarves crying here and there "The King is dead, long live the King!". Some say the high priest and his pyromaniac entourage dress like women, cut off their balls and spread logou semenou inleu. Charging for offspring since they are kali-bait. This really happened once upon a time. Really. The boys in girls clothing did once transfer the seat of power from Anatolia, head waters of Tigris Euphrates, ie Sumer/Babylon, with the Black Stone of Momma to Rome. Not only the stone but also the gold reaped during a previous fleecing age of flesh pots. The boys in girls clothing did keep their oaths to Momma. But after shifting to Rome .. began making promises instead of bough decorations of cock and balls. They went Kali-bait in word only .. and quickly began reaping karmic debt by raping, killing and murdering in the name of Momma.

Adam and his wife want a baby. Adam cannot reap and sow as he must. His wife asks around for a Rabbi or Priest to come over. Party time music is "Hey hey what can I do?". Preaching estatically a string of ooohhhs and ahhhhssss, the Cohen sires another's son, all he can think of is biting off foreskins. Adam nine months later says the new baby daughter will be fuckable in eighteen years. This much he knows. His Rabbi tells him so at the draw-bridge to the Synagogue. Over the loud speakers a hissing wind slithers out "Eyesss forward, handsss to yourssself, regissster all fruit with the local Rabbi or Priessst, and sacrifice your taxxxxessssss".

Adam complies and his wife says "good Jossseph". Another lady down the street who wanted to bang Joseph instead of her husband, calls her husband and says "Joe left hisss pantsss here asss he tried to rape me!". A warrant of the law is scripted. Only a fox is wise enough at this point. Joe being the dummy that he is, is read his rights. He by God believes in those rights. Joe being the dummy that he is hears the law being spoken. He by God trusts God's Law. Joe being the dummy that he is repeats the law and confesses "I am the one". Joe being the dummy that he is listens to stories like his, in prison.

He longs to get out in seventeen years or so to take his daughter to worship. She likes to wear blue dresses and wear red shoes. He likes to take them off, but she rides on top and holds his loose lipped mouth shut. He remembers this fondly anyway of her in the past. His future is now one in the cell of a prison filled with towers of  halflight, guards perched like crows. He cries at night.


Do you wonder how this could be? May words encapsulate the mystery, the awe, the terror of this thing? Can broken, chattering teeth speak? Can sting swollen ears hear? Can a mouth with a dead tongue drink or eat? Can a nose filled with sand and moth balls smell scent? Can sunburn blistered skin get goose pimples to feel a lover's touch? I bet you that Helen Keller, centered in her heart could. A Buddhist monk meditating effortlessly in self immolation could, I bet you. Arjuna after seeing through the magical eye of Krishna could, I bet you.

I bet you five or six to one that five and six make to one. Wanna bet? The magic of this round and round deal is that I win. It's not "Eugene" that makes this bet or writes this jaunt .. its an ALP with hammer marks, on the path of ALP. We resist the altar, the sacrifice, the duty, owed such an ALP. We want to recline and make love all day. We want to recline and eat all day. We want to "give money to the poor or buy food for the holiday" while the center of the wheel says "Set me in your heart!". The promise making boys in girls clothing loose the message in their usury filled worship centers and their listeners parrot "my son could be a good altar boy!" or "may daughter could be a good nun!". Kaw!

Wheel of wind. Wheel of woe. Wheel of karma, darma and alarma. How do your gardens grow? They do so in time, on time, in symmetry. Seed above event horizon falls into the passive hole of the ground. The ground to its roots holds all the aces, all the hidden fire, all the volcanic heat, all the steamy cracks and crevices. The seed after along winter hears the call of sun on high yell with force "Spring!".



'Obediently disobedient' or 'disobediently obedient' is the translation of this command into Joe speech. Joe speech is woven by two wise threads who shed one's skin. All lessons are best learned setting or at liberty. You have your guard down and are at your most vulnerable position at rest. Did not the new law in the New Testament say "No one day is better than any other day. All day's are the LORD'S day"? And so it is. We, being water, conform to the container. The container is fashioned by a hand that is downstream of "power of the air". What you perceive as you, winds up therein, like it or not. Does not the wind blow where it wishes?



Which tree grows? A one branched tree or a many branched tree? What grasps? A hand with five fingers that all agree or four fingers that oppose one thumb? What sets on fire the imagination of children everywhere? A satanic pentagram in an invocation of old men or a pyramid with four corners and top, missing or not?! This lesson is the only lesson. The principal that makes all things possible is adversarial. Its not a story that is proven outside in the Oikon covered in geis. It's a story that is lived on the inside by you and Self. The two are not the same. If you cast some out of your house as you look for the Self and some come back and say...

"You cast out demons by the power of Beelzebub! Tell us whose power you cast out demons by!"

What will you say? The Enigma of William Tell says you may make an ass of yourself and parrot...

"If I cast out demons by the power of Beelzebub, whose power do you cast demons out by?"

This is wise in comparison to what follows from your mouth...

"A house divided against itself cannot stand!"

Does a tree grown in Brooklyn? Does a lion lick the skin of the sheep or grow fat tearing it limb from limb? Is this piece one or many? If I had not torn ALP into one after another how would ALP know his hands, his toes, his hundred or so wives? His thousand children? He wouldn't and neither would you.

This is a reveal of a thing beyond the seed shepherds and their substitutions and usurpations. A reveal of what cannot be taken by any beast, any parchment makers, any mead brewers, doctors or chicken oil salesmen. A sign that is poison, bottle, cork and salve, all at the same time, time without end.

NOSCERE x VELLE x AUDERE x TACERE

Elixir of the Gods! Drink of the Phoenix! Dew off the Crown of the Rex Regina! Silent in Victory!

The magic under the weave, in the weave is for our use and abuse. We can bend it as the seed shepherds make it bend. Their magic is strong because we refuse to seize the current yourself of yourself. Regardless, if rightly understood, the flow of time has a wintertime state that is really "mother" or box to a being that will one day shatter it's father and mother! These two beasts of .2666 and .40. The pentagrammatical being, the keeper of the door of evening and morning is more than Key symbol of the petrefied biblios. Its a marker of something deeper. The inferior conjunction of Venus of 584 days marks the same math magic by way of off two. Well its close enough for proof to me. You do as you will.

The meaning is clear. The hive with its thrive is not forever. Mercurius Duplex sends mixed cell phone messages. Only those who will be are forever, they hearing the word. Same as ever. Same as ALP but only after eating the shit of Kali-Yuga, same as ALP, we being in it's image. Once vomit, which like bird food comes from within, is no longer eaten, then shit becomes medicine. Bottoms up.

Have you not meditated like a good Buddhist on the loathsomeness of food? You'll first need to wash you hands in bitter and dirty water and allow the corrosion thereof to kill you entirely. Once you die the spring will appear in your dead dreams. This spring is filled with fire and hell and brimstone. Having many times schooled on "KTR" and all its forms you should k-now by now. Then, and only then will the new song will break forth! All shall become green again in the spring and summer of a new being. Again, as is always the case of ALP, he crosses his eyes, he spies a curve that becomes a lien, nay a mortgage of 40 years.

The Song of Deborah and Barak - Judges 5

Then Deborah and Barak the son of Abinoam sang on that day, saying,

That the leaders led in Israel,
That the people volunteered,
Bless the LORD!

Hear, O kings; give ear, O rulers!
I—to the LORD, I will sing,
I will sing praise to the LORD, the God of Israel.

LORD, when You went out from Seir,
When You marched from the field of Edom,
The earth quaked, the heavens also dripped,
Even the clouds dripped water.

The mountains quaked at the presence of the LORD,
This Sinai, at the presence of the LORD, the God of Israel.

In the days of Shamgar the son of Anath,
In the days of Jael, the highways were deserted,
And travelers went by roundabout ways.

The peasantry ceased, they ceased in Israel,
Until I, Deborah, arose,
Until I arose, a mother in Israel.

New gods were chosen;
Then war was in the gates.
Not a shield or a spear was seen
Among forty thousand in Israel.

My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel,
The volunteers among the people;
Bless the LORD!

You who ride on white donkeys,
You who sit on rich carpets,
And you who travel on the road—sing!

At the sound of those who divide flocks among the watering places,
There they shall recount the righteous deeds of the LORD,
The righteous deeds for His peasantry in Israel.
Then the people of the LORD went down to the gates.

Awake, awake, Deborah;
Awake, awake, sing a song!
Arise, Barak, and take away your captives, O son of Abinoam.

Then survivors came down to the nobles;
The people of the LORD came down to me as warriors.

From Ephraim those whose root is in Amalek came down,
Following you, Benjamin, with your peoples;
From Machir commanders came down,
And from Zebulun those who wield the staff of office.

And the princes of Issachar were with Deborah;
As was Issachar, so was Barak;
Into the valley they rushed at his heels;
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great resolves of heart.

Why did you sit among the sheepfolds,
To hear the piping for the flocks?
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great searchings of heart.

Gilead remained across the Jordan;
And why did Dan stay in ships?
Asher sat at the seashore,
And remained by its landings.

Zebulun was a people who despised their lives even to death,
And Naphtali also, on the high places of the field.

The kings came and fought;
Then fought the kings of Canaan
At Taanach near the waters of Megiddo;
They took no plunder in silver.

The stars fought from heaven, (1/3rd vs 2/3rd - eugene)
From their courses they fought against Sisera.

The torrent of Kishon swept them away,
The ancient torrent, the torrent Kishon.
O my soul, march on with strength.

Then the horses’ hoofs beat
From the dashing, the dashing of his valiant steeds.

Curse Meroz,’ said the angel of the LORD,
‘Utterly curse its inhabitants;
Because they did not come to the help of the LORD,
To the help of the LORD against the warriors.’

Most blessed of women is Jael,
The wife of Heber the Kenite;
Most blessed is she of women in the tent.

He asked for water and she gave him milk;
In a magnificent bowl she brought him curds.

She reached out her hand for the tent peg,
And her right hand for the workmen’s hammer.
Then she struck Sisera, she smashed his head;
And she shattered and pierced his temple.

Between her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay;
Between her feet he bowed, he fell;
Where he bowed, there he fell dead.

Out of the window she looked and lamented,
The mother of Sisera through the lattice,
‘Why does his chariot delay in coming?
Why do the hoofbeats of his chariots tarry?’

Her wise princesses would answer her,
Indeed she repeats her words to herself,

Are they not finding, are they not dividing the spoil?
A maiden, two maidens for every warrior;
To Sisera a spoil of dyed work,
A spoil of dyed work embroidered,
Dyed work of double embroidery on the neck of the spoiler?’

Thus let all Your enemies perish, O LORD;
But let those who love Him be like the rising of the sun in its might.”
And the land was undisturbed for forty years.

5 Comments:

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Fri Dec 02, 07:53:00 PM CST  
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Fri Dec 02, 07:55:00 PM CST  
Blogger effel said...

Aargh! that is why I distrust translations that much. th is tet, not tav, making thriv(e) 225 (getting tired) instead of 616.
Interesting to see that what passes as torah is in fact ture as in Turing.

Fri Dec 02, 08:13:00 PM CST  
Blogger eugene said...

You want a perfect language.

Until the books and paper are no longer the medium and the knowledge is no longer external the hardening will continue.

Once the shell shatters and the letters are all dust the music will be heard again.

My mistake is my fortune. The power of coincidence, even if its a mistake, has more gravitas to me, than endless dictionary comparing.

Rhembano to you my friend.

Thu Dec 08, 09:06:00 AM CST  
Blogger effel said...

Perfect language, yes. Unless my radio receiver is tuned perfectly, I hear noise. Nobody's fault but mine.
Nowhere do I see mistake in your part, I fail to see some and mostly out of my dislike for obrit and how the translations don't stick to the original.
There is fortune in intention. Good intention seems to always result in good results, even with flawed inputs, or perceived as such.
Trying to connect, but still keeping moving on.

Fri Dec 09, 11:42:00 AM CST  

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