I didn’t want to crowd the commentary section with my looney thinking. Therefore I decided to paste it here. THIS IS IN RESPONSE TO YOUR LAST EXCELLENT ARTICLE, Opeaus' Observations: 7 March 2023. And here as well, I’d like to address indirectly the last 2 or 3 articles from HP.
Honni soit qui mal y pense.
Good writing as always. But I just don't agree at all, to the cognate celestial subversion, that Astrology surreptitiously does to my wondrous incarnate sensitivity, because of my particularly insane mental status! The word "humanity" is just a conveniently made up concept, hiding the miserable programmed reality that lies behind all material man made stellar realizations or should I say hedonistic aberrations fermenting within the very human daemonic skies ! All in the gut of humanity. There is nothing to save at all. Period. Nothing. Nor will anything ever be saved, salvaged or recuperated! At least I hope so.
The stars will fall. But God will come and play again.
Despair is a place where the perverted inhumane socially constructed (thanks to the influential revolving spheres of our premeditated Kosmos) organic puppet was made to relish. We can call it Hell.
Am I a pessimist? A hater of poor lovely Humanity? For which humanity, are the gods and the demons in the skies, preoccupied or worried about?
Satya or Krita Yuga or the Golden Age of Hesiod (the normal natural state of primordial Mankind) is a spontaneous spatial existential conscious attitude, a natural way of being inherent to the Noble Aryan Mind, who at all moments even inside the Kali Vagina of the terrorized mongrel epoch of the so-called post-post modern World, is necessarily a Neteruic (sic) oddity.
The Kingdom of Heaven is a magical reality, to a normal very normal conscientious soul. The planets are deviants. Whether it be to announce an eventual robotic collectivity of molassed happiness or of an idiotic humanity wishing for kissies, or some other honey-covered order imposed by some kind of (Good Deed Doer) or NGO ASTRAL TYRANNY; I, for my part, don't want anything to do with it. No brother! Not at all! Perhaps I'll always reincarnate into a fox? A wolf? An Eagle? A Rebel Angel?
Can we escape the astrological Martian debacle : To re-assess and evaluate what we accept as ‘Truth’, to acknowledge our own beliefs and affirm our own opinions on matters, so that we can control/master them, rather than finding ourselves buffeted along in a state of confusion, opposition, and adversarial affront to the ideas of ‘others’.
The planets are the electronic slaves of a huge COSMOLOGICAL penitentiary. The gleaming bodies here in this most shadowy world of all the silliest shadowy simulations, are the very means by which the slave-gods = the planetary buddies, our slave brothers and sisters, are unconsciously controlled. And thus, we are, thru the algorithmic bioelectrochemistry of so-called sacred geometry in activity, condemned to be the present or futur cattle of Shiva or Jehovah or some other Despotic Fun Loving Entity; who's always outside, watching, supposedly looking in! While we, dumbfounded here, wait anxiously for their next briefing, (qu'est-ce qu'ils sont prévisibles ! ) on consulting the chaotic triangularity, transcribed thru the stellar linguistics confused outre-mesure through the ineluctable equinotical precession in contradiction paradoxical with the 12 Houses of Quarantine?
Tomorrow will never come.
And yet, it still keeps coming back!
The stars, or more so the planets, going from right to left, against the grain of the Eternal motion of the 8th sphere, proclaim "all is predestined". The 8th sphere to the right, says the same thing, contrary wise! Saint Augustin said souls were pre-established from eternity. The Persian Astrologers said as much, while star winking each’s other concubine. But where oh where is Free Will?
The slave-masters through their astrologically applied lucubrations, have revealed unbeknownst to their narcissistic quagmire, the great Platonic Machi-Nation. Nonetheless the free man should always keep in touch with what is going on according to the Demiurge's tyrannical mathematical planning. And of course that can be duly found in the mouvements of the heavens; we can see what the deviants are up to, through the PREDICTIVE operations up above, beyond the chemtrails. This gigantic Geodisic Edifice, is a beautiful machine. But it's still a machine. Filled with all kinds of pretty shinny rocks, diaphanous pernicious and pearlescent!
The World, the stars and the planets, the Comets and the meteors, participate in this GREAT HYPNOTIC DANCE, like cranes & geese in the Springtime (& yes, it's wonderful & lovely), they obey. But Lucifer, preferred being banished from all systems of prognostication, in order to be FREE (we say here in France, être électron libre) & decide for himself, haplessly or with great skill, even if he be MISTAKEN when doing so. Witness Tiammat, the battle of Marduk, the Dragon Queen and Velikovsky!
Oh, but wait, Lucifer & Zeus are due to part from each other's shared celestial kissing. Oh, what INCEST! I can see them between the mountains, in the evening, near the grave of Arthur, just to the South of Avalon. Joseph’s Thorn Tree blooming in Glastonbury. In the constellation of the Fishes.
And there’s a shop nearby, sells good mulberry wine. Collins keeps garde, at the foot of Saint Michael’s Tor. There’s a crack in the wall. All our sidereal friends a’ shiverin’ ! We salute you my happy friends inside our Chapel’s little vastness.
to Seraphim & HP
Awesome beyond measure, L'aryensoufi. When I was a very young whelp I would lay on the grass on my back and stare at the sky. Even as a small child, I perceived it to be the domed prison that it is. Fuck Yahweh, Jew-hovah, Brahma, Allah, Shiva ad nauseum or whatever handle the featherless bipeds want to give their cosmic jailer they so supinely profess to adore along with his archonic, sycophantic scumbags. Let them continue to reincarnate (recycle) into the oblivion they deserve. For us and those like us, this is a very temporary aberration, a pimple on the ass of eternity. Where we will traverse, there is no beginning and no ending.
First, I like the response, I know exactly what are you talking about, but you forget I have seen the war, not on television but in real life. There are no winners in this war, none. I am capable of extreme violence if needed but I hate violence with every fiber of my being...so if I cant prevent the war I will.
I am not talking about hope or faith, fuck faith, and fuck hope but about knowing...
In war people who you love the most, will die with almost 70% chance, sometimes even 100%.
Yes, it is called an afterlife machine for reason, I trained myself to write as simplified as I can, if I'm gonna write like you, who will understand me 3 or 4 people?
I mean you are an excellent writer, and you should write more, much more.
If we are not successful all of you especially in Western Europe will get a chance to fight including Americans.
In my experience many people who are loud are mostly shite on the battlefield, I hope you never get the chance to see war, it is not pretty, to put it mildly.
I know you are not a coward, quite the opposite, but ask yourself what are you willing to give your Son, grandson, wife, mother, or daughter to the God of War?
The last thing is this is not a rant, I don't like drama...I like the response...and you are not wrong but if there is another way i certain will try that solution.
First, I like the response, I know exactly what are you talking about, but you forget I have seen the war, not on television but in real life. There are no winners in this war, none. I am capable of extreme violence if needed but I hate violence with every fiber of my being...so if I cant prevent the war I will.
I am not talking about hope or faith, fuck faith, and fuck hope but about knowing...
In war people who you love the most, will die with almost 70% chance, sometimes even 100%.
Yes, it is called an afterlife machine for reason, I trained myself to write as simplified as I can, if I'm gonna write like you, who will understand me 3 or 4 people?
I mean you are an excellent writer, and you should write more, much more.
If we are not successful all of you, especially in Western Europe will get a chance to fight including Americans.
In my experience many people who are loud are mostly shite on the battlefield, I hope you never get the chance to see war, it is not pretty, to put it mildly.
I know you are not a coward, quite the opposite, but ask yourself what are you willing to give your Son, grandson, wife, mother, or daughter to the God of War?
The last thing is this is not a rant, I don't like drama...I like the response...and you are not wrong but if there is another way i certain will try that solution.
I will even crosspost this if you wish, there is no problem.
We can always have WAR, in war, there are no winners...in this war 200-300 soldiers will die from one rocket, and they will never get the chance to fight as men...f this war.
This is not a way for soldiers to die, it will be a cowardly nasty war and people will be mostly cannon fodder.
Yes, it is all an illusion, it is all a mirage but it will feel very real when it happens if it happens in this way.
Ragnarok is on the doorstep and the wolf is hungry but what if Ragnarok is just an excuse for another war...can we trust anything that has been written?
Can we?
Or we must assume everything that has been written has been defiled and perverted so Ragnarok can manifest itself in a bloody affair.
Again I like the response/answer to my ramblings and I really wish you would write more.
All the best and Good luck.