Showing posts with label Gnosticism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gnosticism. Show all posts

Thursday 1 October 2020

And The Gemini Killer was Born.




He felt at the kettle. Just warm. A few more minutes. He thought about Lucifer again, that being of unthinkable radiance. The Catholics said his nature was changeless. And so? Could he really have brought sickness and death to the world? Be the author of nightmarish evil and cruelty? It didn't make sense. Even old Rockefeller had handed out dimes now and then. He thought of the Gospels, all those people possessed. By what? Not fallen angels, he thought. Only goyim mix up devils with dybbuks. It's a joke. These were dead people trying to make a comeback. Cassius Clay can do it endlessly but not a poor dead tailor? 

Satan didn't run around invading living bodies; not even the Gospels said that, reflected Kinderman. Oh, yes, Jesus made a joke about it once, he conceded. The apostles had just come to him, breathless and full of themselves with their successes in casting out demons. Jesus nodded and kept a straight face as he told them, "Yes, I saw Satan falling like lightning from heaven." It was a wryness, a gentle pulling of the leg. But why lightning? Kinderman wondered. Why did Christ call Satan the "Prince of This World"?

A few minutes later, he made a cup of tea and took it up to his den. He closed the door softly, felt his way to the desk, and then turned on the light and sat down. He read the file.

The Gemini killings were confined to San Francisco and had spanned a range of seven years from 1964 to 1971, when the Gemini was killed by a rain of bullets while climbing a girder of the Golden Gate Bridge, where the police had entrapped him after countless failed attempts. During his lifetime he had claimed responsibility for twenty-six murders, each one savage and involving mutilations. The victims were both males and females, of random age, sometimes even children, and the city lived in terror, even though the Gemini's identity was known. The Gemini had offered it himself in a letter to the San Francisco Chronicle immediately after the first of his murders. 

He was James Michael Vennamun, the thirty-year-old son of a noted evangelist whose meetings had been televised nationally every Sunday night at ten o'clock. But the Gemini, in spite of this, could not be found, even with the help of the evangelist, who retired from public view in 1967. When finally killed, the Gemini's body fell into the river, and though days of dredging had failed to rum it up there was little doubt about his death. A fusillade of hundreds of bullets had hit his body. And the murders had then ceased.



Kinderman quietly turned the page. This section concerned the mutilations. Abruptly he stopped and stared at a paragraph. The hairs on his neck prickled up. Could this be? he thought. My God, it couldn't! And yet there it was. He looked up and breathed and thought for a while. Then he went on.

He came to the psychiatric profile, based largely on the Gemini's rambling letters and a diary he'd kept in his youth. The Gemini's brother, Thomas, was a twin. He was mentally retarded and lived in a trembling terror of darkness, even when others were around. He slept with a light on. The father, divorced, took little care of the boys, and it was James who parented and cared for Thomas.

Kinderman was soon absorbed in The Story.

With vacant, meek eyes Thomas sat at a table while James made more pancakes for him. Karl Vennamun lurched into the kitchen clad only in pajama bottoms. He was drunk. He was carrying a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey that was almost drained. He looked at James blearily. "What are you doing?" he demanded harshly.

"Fixing Tommy more pancakes, " said James. He was walking past his father with a plateful when Vennamun savagely struck his face with the back of his hand and knocked him to the floor.

"I can see that, you snotty little bastard, " snarled Vennamun. "I said no food for him today! He dirtied his pants!"

"He can't help it!" James protested. Vennamun kicked him in the stomach, then advanced on Thomas, who was shaking with fear.

"And you! You were told not to eat! Didn't you hear me?" There were dishes of food on the table, and Vennamun swept them to the floor with his hand. "You little ape, you'll learn obedience and cleanliness, damn you!" The evangelist pulled the boy upright with his hands and began to drag him toward a door that led outside. Along the way, he cuffed him. "You're like your mother! You're filth. You're a filthy Catholic bastard."

Vennamun dragged the boy outside and to the door of the cellar. The day was bright on the hills of the wooded Reyes Peninsula. Vennamun pulled open the cellar door. "You're going down in the cellar with the rats, goddamn you!"

Thomas started trembling and his large, doe eyes were shining with fright. He cried, "No! No, don't put me in the dark! Papa, please! Please—''

Vennamun slapped him and hurled him down the stairs.
Thomas cried out, "Jim! Jim!''

The cellar door was closed and bolted. "Yeah, the rats'll keep him busy," snarled Vennamun drunkenly.

The terrified screaming began.

Later, Vennamun tied his son James to a chair, and then sat and watched television and drank. At last he fell asleep. But James heard the shrieking throughout the night.

By daybreak, there was silence. Vennamun awakened, untied James, and then went outside and opened the cellar door. "You can come out now," he shouted down into the darkness. He got no reply. Vennamun watched as James ran down the stairs. Then he heard someone weeping. Not Thomas. James. He knew that his brother's mind was gone.

Thomas was permanently institutionalized in the San Francisco State Mental Hospital. James saw him whenever he could, and at the age of sixteen ran away from home and went to work as a packing boy in San Francisco. Each evening he went to visit Thomas. He would hold his hand and read children's storybooks to him. He would stay with him until he was asleep. This went on until one evening in 1964. It was a Saturday. James had been with Thomas all day.

It was nine p.m. Thomas was in bed. James was in a chair at his bedside, close to him, while a doctor checked Thomas' heart. He removed the stethoscope from his ears and smiled at James. "Your brother's doing just fine.''

A nurse put her head in the door and spoke to James. "Sir, I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over."

The doctor motioned James to remain in his chair, and then walked to the door. "Let me speak to you a moment, Miss Reach. No, out here in the hall. " They stepped outside. "It's your first day here, Miss Reach ?''

"Yes, it is."

"Well, I hope you're going to like it here,'' said the doctor.

"I'm sure I will."

"The young man with Tom Vennamun is his brother. I'm sure you couldn't miss it. "

"Yes, I noticed,'' said Keach.

"For years he's come faithfully every night. We allow him to stay until his brother falls asleep. Sometimes he stays the whole night. It's all right. It's a special case," said the doctor.

"Oh, I see."

"And, look, the lamp in his room. The boy is terrified of darkness. Pathologically. Never turn it off. I'm afraid for his heart. It's terribly weak. "

"I'll remember," said the nurse. She smiled.

The doctor smiled back. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then. Good night."

"Good night, Doctor." Nurse Keach watched him walk down the hall, and her smile immediately turned down to a scowl. She shook her head and muttered, "Dumb. "

In the room, James gripped his brother's hand. He had the storybook in front of him, but he knew all the words; he had said them a thousand times before: " 'Good night, little house, and good night, mouse. Good night, comb, and good night, brush. Good night, nobody. Good night, mush. And good night to the old lady whispering "hush.'' Good night, stars. Good night, air. Good night, noises everywhere.' " James closed his eyes for a moment, weary. Then he looked to see if Thomas was asleep. He wasn 't. He was staring up at the ceiling. James saw a tear rolling down from his eye.

Thomas stammered, "I l-l-l-love you, J-J-J-James. "

"I love you, Tom," his brother said softly. Thomas closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

After James left the hospital, Nurse Reach walked past the room. She stopped and came back. She looked in. She saw Thomas alone and asleep. She came into the room, turned off the lamp and then closed the door behind her when she left. "A special case,'' she muttered. She returned to her office and her charts.

In the middle of the night, a shriek of terror sounded in the hospital. Thomas had awakened. The shrieks continued for several minutes. Then the silence was abrupt. Thomas Vennamun was dead.

And the Gemini Killer was born.


Kinderman looked up at a window. It was dawn. He felt strangely moved by what he had read. Could he have pity for such a monster? He thought again of the mutilations. Vennamun's logo had been God's finger touching Adam's; thus always the severing of the index finger. And there was always the K at the start of one of the victims' names. Vennamun, Karl.

He finished the report: "Subsequent killings of initial K victims indicate proxy murders of the father, whose eventual dropout from public life suggests the Gemini's secondary motive, specifically destruction of the father's career and reputation by way of connection with the Gemini's crimes."

Kindernian stared at the file's last page. He removed his glasses and looked again. He blinked. He didn't know what to make of it.

He jumped to the telephone just as it rang."Yes, Kinderman here," he said softly. He looked at the time and felt afraid. He heard Atkins' voice. Then he didn't. Only buzzings. He felt cold and numb and sick to his soul.

Father Dyer had been murdered.


PART TWO


The greatest event in the history of the Earth,
now  taking place, may indeed be the gradual
discovery, by those with eyes to see, not merely
of Some Thing but of Some One at the peak
created by the convergence of the evolving
Universe upon itself. . . . There is only one Evil: Disunity.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Saturday 15 August 2020

SHAW

George Bernard Shaw Speaks on Hitler and Germany 1935




If thou wert My Fool, Nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten
for being old before thy time --

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst
been wise.

If we are on the rocks, with most of the world, do you think we are on the same rocks? Or, Have we struck a specially national reef of our own?

Just the same old rock, on which idleness and parasitism are idolized, subsidized, and glorified, whilst useful labor and honest self-support are starved and despised. . . .
 
If we are all on the rocks -- What must we do to get refloated? What must we do to be saved? You cannot, like your Prime Minister, just wave your hands ineffectively and vanish from the stage.

My Prime Minister vanished because he was fit for nothing but being Prime Minister in a party government. But his program remains. There is no longer any doubt or obscurity or indefiniteness as to what needs to be done. Of course it is not clear to muddleheads: nothing is clear to muddleheads. And it is not known to invincible ignorance. But the muddleheads and incurable ignoramuses will have to do just what they are told or they will be the ruin of us. Good morning.
 
G. BERNARD SHAW
Great Malvern
25th July 1934

Ruining Your Heroes: George Bernard Shaw 
"Wonderful World of Stu"
 

Friday 31 July 2020

Niobe is a Gnower





Transcript from "Enter The Matrix" video game, Niobe and the Oracle conversation:

ORACLE: 
Niobe..... 

NIOBE: 
Do I know you? 

ORACLE: 
You know me, though you just may not recognize me. 

NIOBE: 
Are you telling me that you are the Oracle? 

ORACLE: 
I know this may not be easy for any of you, change never is. 
I wish the face you remember was the face I was still wearing, but that face is gone. 

NIOBE: 
If you are the Oracle, tell me if I believe you are. 

ORACLE: 
You don't right now, but you will. 

NIOBE: 
Are you going to tell me something to make me believe you? 

ORACLE: 
Come on Niobe, you know I can't do that. 

N: 
Why not? 

O: 
Because I cannot make you do anything. 

N: 
At least you sound the same. 

O: 
As I said, you may not recognize the face, but who and what I am underneath remains the same. 

N: 
Can I ask what happened? 

O: 
The Merovingian warned me, that If I made a certain choice it would cost me. 
He is, among other things, A Man of His Word. 

N: 
What was The Choice? 

O: 
The same one you yourself will have to make: 
The Choice to Help Neo or Not. 

N: 
Then Neo is still alive? 

O: 
Yes, he touched the source and seperated his mind from his body. 
Now he lies trapped in a place between Your World and Ours. 

N: 
Can we free him? 

O: 
Trinity can, but she will have to fight her way through Hell to do it. 

N: 
Can I Help? 

O: 
That's why I called you. 
I cannot tell you what is going to happen. 
All I can do is hope that if given the chance, you will find 
The Courage to Do What You Can. 

N: 
You once told me you knew everything you needed to. 

O: 
I do. I knew everything from 
The Beginning of This Path to The End. 

N: 
I don't understand. 

O: 
Even I can't see beyond The End. 

N: 
The End? 
Are you trying to tell me The World is going to end? 

O: 
Yes. If we cannot save it, it will end. 

N: 
You mean Neo. 

O: 
I mean “We”. 

The path of The One is made by The Many. 
I have a role to play just as you have yours.







"What scholars will call basic Gnosticism includes some basic themes that they hold in common.

First, The World itself which is material is Evil. Salvation, therefore, from The World, must be escaped from this physical world into something else. Gross materiality is not only temporary in some texts but even bad, it's evil. Salvation, therefore, must be the knowledge of how you, that is the real you, your brain--not your brain, your mind or your soul, or your spirit, not your body, that real you is this thing in this material body but salvation will be if it can learn how to escape the body and escape materiality. 

Salvation will come by knowledge and that knowledge is a secret, not everybody knows it, so only a few people know it. 

The content of this knowledge is related to human origins and destination. 

So sometimes you get these elaborate myths developed in some of these texts. Let's say that the supreme, supreme, supreme, Supreme God is in fact has no name, is not a particular thing, it's this thought, it's just thinking, it's just abstract thinking. 

That thinking thinks, "Well what does a thinking thing think?" 

The thinking thinks thoughts. Those thoughts start becoming emanations out of the thinking, and then those emanations think and emanate, and those become Lesser Beings still. 

The different divine beings, there are lots of divine beings in the existing universe, and by thinking and being they emanate inferior forms of being after themselves. Eventually what happened is those inferior forms of being get less good and less like the most ultimate being.

One of them, according to one myth, Sophia which means Wisdom, it's a female name but it also means "wisdom." Sophia decides she wants to emanate, and she supposed to do that with a male consort because by this these beings have male and female versions of themselves, she's supposed to only emanate or procreate by doing so with her male consort. 

She decides she wants to be like the supreme god and be able to emanate on her own, so she puts out a being on her own. In other words, she sort of gives birth without needing a man, just to be on principle. Well, of course when you do that you end up with a monster. 

The being that came out of Sophia ended up being a clumsy, maybe evil god, all of these are divine beings, that god decided at some point he wanted to create things and so he didn't really do it very well, so he made our earth, he made the world as we know it.

He made little human beings like you just out of dirt and clay, and that's why -- we were all creation, not of the supreme God who would do nothing imperfect, but of some stumbling or evil, at least clumsy god, who made us. 

That explains why things go wrong. 

Why is it that my arthritis acts up all the time? 
Couldn't God have made a human body that didn't have arthritis? 

Well, that's because the supreme God didn't make this body, the evil clumsy god made the body. 

This happened -- and so The World that we created, when you read in Genesis, it says God created the world, that's not the highest God, that's some clumsy god down further on the hierarchy of divine beings in the universe. 

That god created what we are. 

Now what happened was at some point, either Sophia or some other beings, they got sorry for all us claylike mud people and somehow a little spark of the divine itself either fell down, or got cut up or put in our bodies, or God placed in our bodies, or blew it into our bodies, but at least some human beings, not all human beings, in fact human beings are in different categories. 

There's the really low human beings like undergraduates, then there are beings who are a little bit higher like graduate students, and then you have the supreme beings, Gnostics, like professors.

The True Gnostics, it's not really like undergraduates and graduates, because some of you could be Gnostics. 

You would be the ones who really have a real spark in you, a spark of the divine. 

That spark of the divine wants to escape the mud body that it's trapped in, but you probably don't even know that you're really a spark trapped in a mud body until somebody comes along and tells you, and that's the job of the redeemer. 

That's what Jesus did: Jesus was a redeemer from the supreme God who comes in to find those people who have a spark of the divine in them, to blow on that spark, to get it going, and to get you to remember where you came from. 

You're not a mud body after all. The Real You came from Godself, God's very self, the Supreme God. 

The True Message of Christianity, according to these guys, is to learn who you are, where you came from, to see if you're going to escape the body and get back to your true origin, that is, you will become one with God again. 

This was expressed in a poem by Theodotus, it went like this:

Who we were, 
What we have become, 
Where we were, 
Whither we were thrown, 
Whither we are hastening, 
From What we are redeemed, 
What birth is, 
What rebirth is.


You answer the riddle, the poem riddle. "Who we were?" If you're a Gnostic who were you? Answer?

Student: Divine being.

Professor Dale Martin: Divine being, thank you. See, it's not hard. I'm not asking questions--I'm just trying--you will remember this better if you answer. What have you become? Mud, entrapped in a dead body, trapped in materiality. Where were you? Heaven, with the divine Father, with God?

Professor Dale Martin: "Whither we were thrown," where have you been thrown?

Student: Into The Earth.

Professor Dale Martin: Into the earth, into the world, into materiality. Where are you hastening, where are you going in a hurry--in such a hurry?

Student: Back to The Divine.

Professor Dale Martin: Back to The Divine God. 

What are you redeemed from?

Student: [Inaudible]

Professor Dale Martin: You're redeemed from Jesus?

Student: [Inaudible]

Professor Dale Martin: The material world. 

You're redeemed from being embodied. 

"What is birth?" 
In this system what is birth?

Student: [Inaudible]

Professor Dale Martin: Damnation, death. 

When you're born, your spark is entrapped in your body, that's not a good thing. 

You shouldn't be celebrating your birthday for crying out loud, that's like celebrating when you were thrown in prison. 

"What is rebirth?"


Student: [Inaudible]

Professor Dale Martin: Death or learning your true self, learning that the true self won't die at all, so this learning is your rebirth. So the little poem is a riddle that contains these doctrines within itself. Here's a true self, the spark of life is trapped in an alien body with all its sensual passions. 

Sex, therefore, sensual desire, erotic desire is a bad thing; it's an evil thing because that--you're just trying to trap more sparks into more mud bodies. 

You're just creating more sparks trapped in mud bodies when you have sex. 

Evil powers exist--all the different gods that were emanated, a bunch of those are evil, and they fly around the sky in the heavens and they try to keep the true self asleep or drunk in order to keep the evil world together. 

In other words, they don't want you to learn and they don't want your spark to be able to fly through. 

But really wise guys like me, we have the secrets and I can give you words, clues, secrets that if you know those things you can use these secrets to unlock the gates that lead back to God.

This is kind of a common storyline or myth, there's the Hymn of the Pearl, that I mentioned before, which basically tells this--that 

A King of The East sends a royal prince, by way of the region of Mycenae, to Egypt in order to get a precious pearl, which is being guarded by a fierce dragon, it's like a videogame. 

The Prince is poisoned, or actually drugged would be a better accurate translation, and made intoxicated by the Egyptians. 

But he, The Prince, is awakened by a message from The King. 

He, the prince, takes the pearl by defeating the dragon with the name of his father and returns to the east where he puts on a robe of knowledge, gnosis, and ascends to the king's palace, entering the realm of peace and living happily forever after. 

It's a nice little fable about a Prince who goes to a foreign land, finds the thing of value, defeats the evil purposes and goes back. 

So some people, therefore, have read the Gospel of Thomas as being precisely this kind of--that some of the sayings of the Gospel of Thomas makes sense if you presuppose these mythological structures and ideas.

Again, some scholars would say, “Well you're just putting together as a modern scholar a bunch of disparate kind of text and ideas, and putting them in a system.”

Well, yes, that's where I disagree with some people because I want to say I believe that there's enough commonalities between enough documents that we can say that there were people who had these kinds of common ideas, and this basic structure that I've called the Gnostic structure, the Gnostic myth, certainly influenced ancient writings of some sort and there was some kinds of Christianity that were heavily influenced by this.

For example, look at--back to Thomas for our last closing minutes and let's read some of these sayings that sound puzzling to us, and if we assume this myth maybe we'll read them differently. 

Look at 21:
Mary said to Jesus, "What do your disciples resemble? 

He said, "What they resemble is children living in a plot of land that is not theirs. 

When the owners of the land come they will say, 'Surrender our land to us.' 

They, for their part stripped naked in their presence, in order to give it back to them, and they give them back their land."

It could be an allegory. 

Who are the owners of the land? 
The evil powers that rule the earth. 

Who are the children, who are the real disciples of Jesus? 

Those people who know enough to say, “When The Earth is demanded of you, when your body is demanded of you by these evil powers, give it up, just give it up, it's not valuable anyway. “

Look at 24:
His disciples said, "Show us the place where you are, for we must seek it." 

He said to them, "Whoever has ears should listen! 

There is a light existing within a person of light, that it enlightens the whole world. 

If it does not enlighten, that person is darkness."

Remember how I said some people are just dark people, they're just mud people, but some people have a light in them, and what it means to become a true Gnostic is to learn that you are one who has that light.

Look at 37:
His disciples said, "When will you be shown forth to us, and when shall we behold you?" 

Jesus said, "When you strip naked without being ashamed and take your garments and put them under your feet like little children and tread upon them. 

Then you will see the child of the living and you will not be afraid."

What's the Gnostic interpretation of that?

Student: [Inaudible]

Professor Dale Martin: Stripping the material world off yourself. When you strip your soul, your spark of the body, when you realize that it's not The Real You and you come to know The Real You  that's what's going to happen. 

Look at 56:
Jesus said, "Whoever has become acquainted with the world has found a corpse, and the world is not worthy of the one who has found the corpse."

The world is just a dead body, so several of these sayings, if you go back through the Gospel of Thomas with some of this background information I've given you of these ancient myths and ideas, some of these sayings seem to fit that myth and fit that notion.

There are other things though about what I've just told you that you don't find in the Gospel of Thomas, and those are the things emphasized by people who say the Gospel of Thomas shouldn't called Gnostic. For example, there's no mention in here of an evil god that creates the world, like you find in some of these Nag Hammadi texts. You have the Father, you have apparently the good guy, you have Jesus, but tthere's no emphasis on creation here as being a bad thing. Some people said that's one of the fundamental things about the Gnostic myths and it's not in the Gospel of Thomas, therefore the Gospel of Thomas is not Gnostic. There are also simply no string of myths and evil gods' names which you often find in the texts of Nag Hammadi. Some scholars would say the Gospel of Thomas may have some things in common with Platonism of the time, maybe something in common with certain Gnostics, but that it itself is not. If you take the Gospel of Thomas as representing those ideas, then Jesus comes across--the Christology of the Gospel of Thomas becomes something different from the Christology of the other texts, or least Matthew, Mark and Luke.

As we'll see, the Gospel of John looks a lot more like this than the Synoptic Gospels did. 

Jesus becomes this redeemer figure, this Gnostic redeemer figure who comes into the world of materiality in order to find those who have sparks of life, to blow on their sparks of live, to transmit hidden knowledge to them, so they can get back. If you'll stay with me the rest of the semester, maybe I can give you those secrets and you can escape your mud bodies too. "



Wednesday 3 January 2018

PEX LIVES



X

PEX LIVES

TIME'S CHAMPION :
We must move on to the main problem. 
How to persuade Kroagnon to leave his safety and come to a place of our choosing where we can trap and defeat him. 

DEPUTY: 
He'll never leave there until we're all wiped out. 
We'll never manage to break in. 
I should know that. 


TIME'S CHAMPION :
Well, there is a way that might just work. 

FIRE ESCAPE: 
What's that, Doctor? 

TIME'S CHAMPION :
Well, you see, Kroagnon is undoubtedly a very clever and very proud being, and like many clever and proud beings likes to be appreciated by his equals. 
Now, I think if he had the chance to meet such a person, he would leave his lair to do so. 

MEL: 
Doctor, you're not going to go and 


TIME'S CHAMPION : 
I've no choice, Mel. I mean, in all honesty, I am the only obvious candidate. 

MEL: 
You'll go out there and show yourself and be killed. 


TIME'S CHAMPION : 
Oh no, no, no. That would be extremely futile. 
I will allow myself to be seen, and then somebody will go to Kroagnon and offer to lead him to me. 
Right into our little trap. 
Now, that person has a far more difficult and dangerous mission than I. 

(Silence.) 

PEX: 
I will go to Kroagnon. I am Pex and I am the 

FIRE ESCAPE: 
Cowardly cutlet. 

JUDAS: 
Well you all have tasks to do. Caretakers, Residents, Kangs, why should only Pex be left out? 
Pex the trained fighting machine. Pex the only... 

BIN LINER: 
Scaredy cat. 

MEL: 
Pex, are you sure you want to do this? 


JUDAS : 
Yes, I am.


TIME'S CHAMPION : 
So be it.


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