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International Women’s Day

Venus Female Symbol Sky

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The symbol for ‘female/woman’ stands for ‘Venus’.

Most people don’t realize that Venus is actually represented by a Black woman (even wild rice or Black rice is called Venus).

Reminds me of:

BlackSheba-Conrad Kyeser c. 1405 Prague

BlackSheba-Conrad Kyeser c. 1405 Prague

I have more to say on the subject but I’m too tired, maybe I’ll fill this in at a future date.

Bananarama – Venus (Lyrics)

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man mad
BLACK AS THE DARK NIGHT SHE WAS
Got what no one else had
Wah!

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Venus

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
Wah!

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Venus was her name

Yeah baby she’s got it
Yeah baby she’s got it
Yeah baby she’s got it
Yeah baby she’s got it

Black is beautiful, terrifying and mystifying. The oldest still living (in culture) ‘dark/Black’ Goddess the Earth has: Kali (meaning ‘Black’ and ‘Time’) notice over time she has become Blue and light skinned as part of the incorporation into the later patriarchal post-Vedic Hinduism and the dominance of the male triad (who become the male singular in monotheistic religion).

Kali Maa Black Goddess

The Goddess en:Kali, 1770 Print by Richard B. Godfrey, Indian Art Special Purpose Fund – Wikipedia.

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Can I get an Exorcism pt2 – **UPDATED**

Pt 1 HERE

So a while back I my fingers started to move on their own, and I said I didn’t want to be a Manchurian Candidate, immediately after I got a “sit tight” followed by a “I’m with you” and then the electroshocking and other ‘punishments’ started and continued.

I’ve finally managed to learn how to ignore the voices even though it’s 24/7 but since it/they know all my thoughts, memories and things I never knew/studied before it’s obviously too much. Tried to get me to throw myself over the balcony last night. Now my limbs are out of my control, it/they moved my left arm earlier to grope my right breast.

I am currently going through an exorcism btw but I really don’t know what to say about it, I’m not a religious person I’m actually very technical and like to research but well; ironically it/they (the voice(s) – master(s) of technical effects like dream imaging and sound effects, well I say masters but one just uses stock images and couldn’t even be bothered to finish one off but when they can rely on your mind/imagination to fill in bits they can be a bit lazy) like that I’m vegan but it/they are trying to get me off that too. Trying to make me the exact opposite of what I am really, Cain and Abel style ‘angel’ and the ‘devil’ on each side but far far more of the ‘devil’ and it’s 24/7 evil. Once the trauma is done (on top of the 24/7 there’s daily ordeals) it’s there, consciously and subconsciously especially as it/they can make me lose my memory of an event a few moments prior and the disgusting dreams, when I’m allowed to sleep of course “we’ll give you a few minutes every _____” style.

I remember when it/they first got in ‘contact’ with me (or I figure they were ‘in’ for much longer or at doing surveillance for a while before talking) for some reason I asked it/them “are you eloheim or nephilim?” A little while later it/they ‘came back’ and said “seraphim” to which I explained they couldn’t possibly be the seraphim because of it’s Indian roots. ‘Angels’ (the generic term for ‘others’ are in my experience nothing but shit, especially the so-called Archangels i.e. Micheal and Gabriel, the only two really established ones but that’s just Christian imitation of older religions and beliefs).

I might sound blasé but this has been going on (consciously) since March and you don’t want to know the amount of strength/energy (and abilities) it’s taken to get this far. No one/nothing should go through this unless of course they’re victimizers and the thing(s) at me just love to act like victims playing every angle and every storyline it/they can think of.

Interestingly enough Italy is being inundated with increasing requests for exorcisms; apparently 500,000 a year or 500,000 (no I can’t be bothered to look it up, can you blame me) on top of the usual and the priests can’t keep up. A joke really since they worship those doing the ‘possessing’.

EDIT 10.11.16 – Reminded of occasions when it/their ‘contact’ felt physical (discounting the ‘out of body’ ones) e.g. the feeling of being lifted approx 1.5inches off the floor (awake, dual consciousness as I call it so ‘there’ and here at the same time and being aware of/’being in both places’ at the same time whilst conscious not a hallucination, being lifted much higher than 1.5in by one of the ‘William’ characters – many playing ‘him’ and I didn’t know it). And another much more recently of another ‘William’ raping me whilst dressed as an eagle (that was following a dream of ‘him’ showing me ‘him’ whispering to a younger female that he was going to rape her all night), I felt the physical shove – ‘him’ pushing against me. There was another before that of a forced ‘kiss’ by another ‘William’ (it/they have 7-9 faces for ‘him’ that I can think of as well as other characters). This thing is evil.

What I think people really need to realize is that we’re asleep for 1/3 of our lives, that’s a huge amount and when we’re awake we’re using approx 30% of our energy on digestion. How much do we really know about ‘others’ and what’s really going on, how much reach does our consciousness and awareness really have? Especially when nightmares become your whole reality.

For me personally I have no foreseeable way out; my consciousness and limited awareness of it is orchestrated and contained, all I can do is keep trying to resist or die and what happens then – will this thing/they get me? What’s scheduled for me? Who knows. I never really cared about the ‘afterlife’ and I still don’t, I’m just generally worried as usual. As for the notion of reincarnation all I knew was that I was ready to retire and I still am  (from what I don’t know, I’m just old and tired).

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Cow Appreciation Day

Ironically a b*tch (sans her twin sister) called me an “obnoxious cow” last night. Thank you I feel true kinship to and admire cows, unlike to a lowlife like you.

Funnily enough the site engineers where I live in the ‘Solent’ were freaked out last year when Mum and I would stop to talk to the cows this site bought to use after we moved in. As usual the cows came from throughout the field to be near us instead of ignoring us like they do most people, if only the people here would do that. The site engineers always make a point of stopping and/or highlighting their presence like on Monday when we were returning and one of them was just sitting within sight of the entrance/exit on his vehicle, started it up as soon as he saw us, went all of approx 2 metres, stopped, dismounted and stared licentiously at us the whole way to our residence.

When they do allow the cows in the field behind us nowadays, groups stand behind our caravan and call, especially when we’re asleep. Wonderful, beautiful creatures.

On this planet everything and everyone is an asset, we all a property reference; and what’s the ‘best’ method for resources? “Waste not, want not” of course and if its ‘best practice’ then as long as a bunch of companies do it it makes it harder to change because if ‘they/so many’ do it it must be ok/apparently better regulated.

The body parts of a cow de-animized/spiritualized and renamed (the name being a signifier of ownership/use/property) to ‘beef’ and ‘cattle’.

Cow body parts beef

Cow Body Parts Used

And this is you/’us’:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer scene – Blood Factory

Nice and efficient.

And as usual the majority fight against/terrorize those trying to get them out of this cycle, partially because they don’t want to face themselves in a mirror too. (The bloodletting above happens in Doppelgangland, the fake/wish/alternate/evil place and when Buffy gets killed/doesn’t belong there she stays here.)

Anyway this was my previous Cow Appreciation Day post:

Cow Appreciation Day – Sacred Significance

https://fashionthatpays.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/cow-appreciation-day-sacred-significance/

Cows represent the giving without taking nature of motherhood, though in practice this has gone too far.

Kamadhenu – कामधेनू (Sanskrit) [from kama desire, wish + dhenu milk cow]

Kamadhenu (Sanskrit: कामधेनु Kāmadhenu), also known as Surabhi (सुरभि Surabhī), is a divine bovine-goddess described in Hindu mythology as the mother of all cows.

Kamadhenu or Kamaduh is the sacred cow, who is regarded as the source of all prosperity in Hinduism. Kamadhenu is regarded as a form of Devi (the Hindu Divine Mother) and is closely related to the fertile Mother Earth (Prithvi), who is often described as a cow in Sanskrit. The sacred cow denotes “purity and non-erotic fertility, … sacrificing and motherly nature, [and] sustenance of human life”.

Kamadhenu, the mother of cattle who is also sometimes described as a Matrika (“mother”) goddess.[3] Other proper names attributed to Kamadhenu are Sabala (“the spotted one”) and Kapila (“the red one”).[4]

The cow symbolizes the dharma itself. It is said to have stood steadily upon the earth with its four feet during the Satyayuga (world’s first age of truth), upon three feet during the Tretayuga (the second stage of less than perfection), upon two feet during the Dwaparayuga (the third stage of dwindling and disappearing perfection) and only on one leg during Kaliyuga (the fourth and current age of decadence).

http://www.harekrsna.de/kamadhenu.htm

Note: Remember that part of the meaning of Lalita who is the Divine Mother ‘Devi’ is ‘Red’.

As a form of the Devi she originally had the proper naming style which included one of the Devi’s names, her name originally being Dhenu Ambika (Cow of Ambika – Ambika being a name of Lalita) but as usual over time with streamlining and downgrading the status of the the cow goddess, cows in general and the hiding and replacing of the Divine Mother in the public eye, the name was changed with the Divine Mother’s name removed and the ‘kama’. The name should be Dhenu Ambika. In Bengali the name is Gomata or Gaumata (depending on the dialect/transliteration). Go/Gau-Mata = Cow + Mother, aka Mother Cow.

Cows in general are seen as symbolic or the children of Dhenu Ambika and hence are supposed to be sacred, not prayed to directly but in association with the Divine Mother and her forms.

Dhenu Ambika Gaumata Sacred Divine Cow Mother Goddess
As usual being taken advantage of:

Dhenu Ambika was an amazingly powerful and benevolent being but is pretty much seen as a cornucopia to be taken for granted and used continually like trying to trick a genie in a bottle to constantly grant all wishes and desires. She is an integral part of various religions in various forms which I will outline later on but unfortunately has become ‘the gift that keeps on giving’/being taken from. Typical of the choosing of ‘gods’ and deities to pray to really but given much less respect and homage than the most popular ones people pray to and pray to mostly for reasons of wishing for prosperity, money/wealth, good fortune, fertility and longevity before/over protection, comfort strength, wisdom usually associated with mother goddesses (though the well known, current so-called mother goddesses were/are not directly associated with the Devi, they are replacement consorts for the usurping pantheon).

According to the story of her first known appearance She emerged from the ocean or sea of milk (Kshira-Sagar) an ocean described as made from/under direct jurisdiction of the Moon Cow. She emerged whilst the ‘gods’ and ‘demons’ of the time were playing tug-o-war and churning the ocean desperately trying to get power and be the strongest. The sacred cow appeared and was ‘won’ by the ‘gods’ who then somehow thought they could present her to ‘the seven sages’ and then most notably became the possession of sage Vasishta. The churning of the ocean of milk is described as a cosmic battle hence implying a war in space or other dimension and they were fighting specifically over/for Soma/the elixir of life later known as Ambrosia (there’s actually a dairy brand called Ambrosia).

Note: It is said the ‘gods’/deities were created from/born of the soma – soma being the primordial blood/dark matter hence connected to the Mother Goddess but as shown above also to the ocean of milk. Blood, particularly menstrual blood and milk have a significant correlation (humans are said to be made from moon clay) and the children of it fought for control over it and it’s source the Divine Mother and everything/one directly associated with Her.

Soma was produced by the churning of the primal sea (Kali’s ‘ocean of blood’ or sometimes ‘sea of milk’). Or Soma was secreted by the Moon-Cow. Or Soma was carried in the ‘white pot’ (belly) of Mohini the Enchantress. Or the source of Soma was the moon. Or from Soma all the gods were born. Or Soma was the secret name of the Mother Goddess and the active part of the ‘soul of the world’.

http://members.efn.org/~finnpo/indigenia/Menstrual%20Blood%20-%20Walker.html

Dhenu Ambika apparently had a daughter called Nandini (the masculanized versions/bulls are currently seen as pets for two of the modern father-trinity and seen as clumsy but powerful comic side-characters) who was also given to a sage to give him and his friends to live off of.

Further on she is described as bearing many golden cows called Kapila cows, who were called the mothers of the world, mother of all cows. The later you go into texts though things get more convoluted which the current high ‘gods’ claiming they made her and other versions who they’ve also called the mother of cows, buffaloes and horses; one even says a supposed lesser creator deity (not of the current faux trinity) made her after he drank soma from the ocean of milk. So where did he get the soma from to make her when it and the milk comes from her? Chicken and egg anyone? The later you go into the ‘stories’ the more and more of her children are given away and used for things people use cows and bulls for including heavy labour/work and battle. Yeah people, giving away and pimping others is not good. Being a parent and/or custodian/guardian/having a ward doesn’t mean ownership over the body/mind/soul of them. Having children or obligations/duties in the forms of dependents is an allowance with limits, something that has been given (or not in many cases in this world where its forced, tricked, expected), some call it a blessing (though there’s division over that between people who think beings on Earth and perhaps elsewhere have been tampered with and those who believe in evolution and/or direct creation via modern religions) and acting like they’re assets/property (the same goes for treating women/wives as something to be owned) is both sacriligeous and unethical.

Biting that hand that feeds, well worse than that actually:

‘Bhumi Devi’ or ‘Mother Earth’ is symbolised as a cow in the Vedic tradition, as just like the earth, the cow is an endless giver of resources and nourishment.

‘The cow is a mother to mankind whom we should love, respect and protect. Her milk sustains the life of many species, including humans. Her dung provides fuel and bricks for millions of rural families across the Asian countries. Her urine is medicine for the sick. When she dies her skin provides us warmth and protection through clothing.’

http://www.harekrsna.de/kamadhenu.htm

How convenient.

So the idea of using, abusing, skinning, crushing, siphoning, consuming generally or downgrading by moving the creature away from it’s original self/look by calling it ‘meat’ and eating a symbol of your mother and furthermore the Divine Mother doesn’t make you want to throw up? Cannibalism at it’s ‘best’. I’ve come across quite a few people who can’t cook ‘meat’ themselves, who can’t bring themselves and/or are disgusted/repelled by the look of a carcass and then some of them can’t eat it if still looks like a body part on their plate i.e. they need it carved up for them into slices. If your mind is giving off such strong warning triggers, don’t ignore them.

Hypocrisy:

Cows live anything but a nice life in India let alone the world, even back when Hinduism was the significant majority religion there (and pre-partitioned Bangladesh and Pakistan). Just because we see some wandering about stopping traffic or apparently doing their own thing doesn’t mean much when you think about how much it takes to provide society with what it wants. Any type of farming/cultivation takes an almost incomprehensible amount of space and amount of ‘source item’ e.g. the animal necessary as well as sustenance and output, to produce what people want. Dairy farming like poultry and any other animal farming is horrific, and ‘free range’ is anything but ‘free”. People seem to have fanciful ideas about animals being treated better than humans and making up things like comfortable, air conditioned, constantly fed and attended to transportation and luscious Green fields etc, baby chicks can be sent like any inanimate object in a parcel to small scale/home human breeders/rapists and so many are dead and crushed and the live ones in terrible shape by the time they reach their destination. Whether normal battery style or ‘free’ they are forced to breed over and over until they can’t any more and then their bodies are used for countless bi-products in consumer items and what happens to the male calves? Ha, sold off for beef and the other ‘items’ from their flesh, bones, blood, organs, dung etc that the female cows get sent off for after being thoroughly abused and worn out. Nothing sacred about that. Even ‘family cows’ who’ve done their ‘service’ and die are used as a resource afterwards, anyone else eat and use their family members/pets/friends after death?

Previously and perhaps still in some places oxen and bulls were used as sacrifices to the ‘gods’ and then they were eaten by the people… Yeah… So whilst the males were used to rape cows (as is done world over and for all species in this obsessed ‘buy a baby whenever we feel like it’ for pets and using animals for everything or rape to ‘conserve’ world) they were also sacrificed. So holy and devout. Ritual sacrifice is so damned stupid and twisted, whether it be animal/human or plant – it’s like the question ‘what do you give someone (you like) who has everything?’ The answer to that of course is sincere friendship, commitment, appreciation etc all those nice adjectives – but what do people do? They breed, use and hack down the beloved creations of said creator and offer them up on a plate for the creator to supposedly enjoy and metaphysically feast on before then eating it themselves, heck can’t let it go to waste can they especially once it’s been touched by the ‘god’ damn they’ll get even more blessing out of it then. Like Hindus looking down on thinking of menstruating girls/women as dirty (and not allowed to attend/carry out pujas-prayer rituals/go to temple) yet they’re obsessed with wearing the Red powder on their heads which represents menstrual blood and they particularly covet the statues that apparently ‘bleed’ by themselves.* Sickos and psychos. That’s using the Creator as a fount, not giving thanks or worship but then again the people are just copying (like that’s an excuse) their lesser deities who did/do the exact same thing. Those guys – both the so-called deities and the obvious demons – can even demonstrate extreme devotion and prayer for mind boggling periods of time all for the sake of boons and forgiveness and then turn right round and call themselves all-mighty, the Creator, and go on a rampage. Over and over again. Seriously the Divine Mother has been waaaay too forgiving in his-story/scripture and that’s going back far enough to even really notice Her since history (once the Vedas came into it – the ar*ehole deities got the knowledge/specifics/technical info on creation and life, and made Earth into ‘Hell’/prison planet) does a apt job of hiding, omitting and downgrading Her. The pack mentality behind ritual sacrifice reminds me of pilgrimages – people are apparently on a holy journey to visit special places and show how pure they are or to be cleansed and then what often happens? Stampede. Crushing those ahead, stamping over, pushing/shoving, not giving a damn, being so desperate to touch a building or get near a high up priest is so holy, not.

*Note: Interestingly enough the powders – sindoor (the toxin laden one) and kumkuma (the natural one) are used in the oppression/repression of women of whom many think it traditional and their duty so continue with it. Sindoor is the one traditionally used on women (surprise surprise given the risky ingredients it’s made of) to signify they’ve been bought/sold, sorry ‘married’, and are fertile – full of life and colour. Then if they are widowed (since divorce is sooo unlikely and heck they aren’t really burned alive with the corpse of the husband anymore though many are again sold/married off to the husband next male kin if he had any since it’s awful for a girl/woman to have independence and she’d be seen as a burden on her family otherwise) they go through elaborate rituals to remove the sindoor showing that losing the husband means the girl/woman is now barren and lost her life force (unless the family marry her off again of course, so her vitality is based on their choices). Such women use sindoor everyday and the extra traditional ones also wear a nose ring and toe rings (how much ‘joining’ by marriage symbols do they need – taking it to the point of shackles, seriously it’s not the wife that represents ‘the ball and chain’ and nose rings in this context can be likened to rings unnecessarily put in animal noses so they can be chained). Kumakuma (representing the chakras/energy vortices) however is worn by men and women after attending temple rituals rather than home ones, how ‘lucky’ for the guys.

Anyway…

Just because the Mother/Cow/Earth has so much richness in her being doesn’t mean you’re supposed to take it apart as a resource and make it into a corporation. There’s a difference between being looked after, having what you need, given by the parent and falling into the universal sins of greed, lust, envy, gluttony etc and further being power hungry and addicted. Heck some people drink the blood directly they’re so damned greedy and desperate for what it confers, cow’s blood (and milk) being related to human female blood especially menstrual blood as described HERE in significance.

The lives of the very gods were dependent on the miraculous power of menstrual blood. In Greece it was euphemistically called the “supernatural red wine” given to the gods by Mother Hera in her virgin form, as Hebe. The root myths of Hinduism reveal the nature of this ‘wine’. At one time all gods recognized the supremacy of the Great Mother, manifesting herself as the spirit of creation (Kali-Maya). She ‘invited them to bath in the bloody flow of her womb and to drink of it; and the gods, in holy communion, drank of the fountain of life — (hic est sanguis meus!) — and bathed in it, and rose blessed to the heavens’. To this day, clothes allegedly stained with the GOddess’s menstrual blood are greatly prized as healing charms. W.R. Smith reported that the value of the gum acacia as an amulet “is connected to the idea that it is menstruous blood, i.e., that the tree is a woman.” For religious ceremonies, Australian aborigines painted their sacred stones, churingas, and themselves with red orche, declaring that it was really women’s menstrual blood.

The same elixir of immortality received the name of amrita in Persia. Sometimes it was called the Milk of the Mother Goddess, sometimes a fermented drink, sometimes sacred blood. Always it was associated with the moon. “Dew and rain becoming vegetable sap, sap becoming the milk of the cow, and the milk then becoming converted into blood; — Amrita, water, sap, milk, and blood represent but differing states of the one elixir. The vessel or cup of this immortal fluid is the moon.”

http://members.efn.org/~finnpo/indigenia/Menstrual%20Blood%20-%20Walker.html

Note: I remember some episodes of ‘Xena: Warrior Princess’ in which she fought with one of the Amazons over ambrosia and the ambrosia was shown as Red jelly…

Also hypocritical that the so-called modern divine trinity and their consorts/family are seen as the be all and end all, the top of the Hindu hierarchy yet all the gods are believed to reside in the body of Dhenu Ambika (the ancient Egyptians believed the same and later Greeks continued to as well).

Her four legs are the scriptural Vedas; her horns are the triune gods Brahma (tip), Vishnu (middle) and Shiva (base); her eyes are the sun and moon gods, her shoulders the fire-god Agni and the wind-god Vayu and her legs the Himalayas. Kamadhenu is often depicted in this form in poster art.

http://www.harekrsna.de/kamadhenu.htm

Why is that? Because they came from the Mother who is of course greater than them and reside within her cosmic body/space. They did not make Her or Her forms.

Another hypocrisy in modern post-vedic/post-diluvian Hinduism is that Dhenu Ambika is often associated with the Brahmin caste aka priest class, whose wealth she symbolizes. Hmmm. A reason why the streamlined version of Hinduism aka Buddhism (the belief system that egotistical Indian prince spread when he decided things were about to get too tough for him after a lifetime of taking advantage of all his privileges and of which he effectively become god/top of later on) worked/works so well is that it does away with the obvious caste system based on reincarnation. [*1] Brahmins and Brahminis [*2] are not supposed to be wealthy in a material sense yet because of the caste system of which they sit atop – they often are and you don’t get rich by being nice (unless you win the lottery) let alone stay rich enough to keep it in a family/obsession with longevity and the descendents of course get less and less visually pious. A whole caste is made up of much more than the poor priests who walk around with the clothes on their back, a walking stick and a food bowl.

Notes:
*1 – Reincarnation also being a ‘modern’ construct, an excuse for life being made so shitty here and a reason for well off people to tell others they haven’t earned better. It’s also the lack of explanation for what death really is, particularly difficult to explain in virtual reality, so instead we have a soul society who get recycled.
– in the reincarnation system being born as a cow is seen as one of the highest, most sacred levels. The cow is also a symbol of enlightenment in Buddhism. But as anything connected to the Divine Mother it’s desecrated in ‘real’ life.
*2 – lady priests who we barely ever see/hear of nowadays – most female yogis/gurus we see in the West are White women who’ve converted to Sikhism through yoga mind/body/spirit practice which is Hindu anyway, Sikhism being a very young religion.

Cows were often gifted to Brahmins and like ‘cattle’ in general were/are seen as stock/assets (heck we’re all seen as livestock on this planet and numbers or ‘useless eaters’/consumers) and milk/milk products (milk, curds, ghee/butter), urine and dung are used for pujas – this is apparently seen as pure, good and prosperous for the family. The products of forcing the family cow to pregnancy over and over is seen as a good, holy, wealth aka ‘happiness’ giving thing. Of course to keep this practice is maintained as pujas and sacrifice cannot technically be carried out without milk products – vicious cycle.

Cows are ‘given’ a one day holiday every year – the ‘pet’/family used and small scale owned ones anyway, do you honestly think the big farmers/traders/companies would lose precious profit doing so other than perhaps a token one or few for show – where the cows are washed and decorated (how nice for them) in temples and given offerings for the wish of them continuing to produce. Twisted much? They’re not even giving thanks/appreciation for the cows, they’re bloody hoping for more to come, like they’re not going to force it anyway – they’re really celebrating their own behaviour and hoping to continue getting away with/doing it. And one day off a year!?! Ha and I thought modern working annual leave was stingy. Hence I’m not writing in regards to that celebration which is scheduled for Halloween this year in line with Divali, I’m writing today as it’s world Cow Appreciation Day.

This is a Mantra recited in praise of Gomata.

Gomata Mantra
Sarvakaamdudhe devi sarvatithirbhishechini l
Pavane surbhi shreshte devi tubhyam namostute ll

गोमाता मंत्र
सर्वकामदुधे देवि सर्वतीर्थीभिषेचिनि ll
पावने सुरभि श्रेष्ठे देवि तुभ्यं नमोस्तुते ll

Sacred Cows In Various Cultures:

HATHOR

Hathor Divine Cow Sky Mily Way Goddess

Hathor Divine Cow Sky Milky Way Goddess

Also Hathor

The most famously known is Hathor, a goddess of many forms and directly connected to Isis, Inanna, Astarte and of of course Dark Mother Kali.

Hathor was often shown in cow form or like Isis depicted with cow horns on her crown (the horns also representing the crescent moon and menstrual blood) and sun disk in the centre. She is also associated with the constellation Taurus. She is known as the Divine Sky Cow. Her form Hesat is her earthly manifestation. As Hesat she carried and nourished the ‘gods’ from wet-nursing/mothering to everything else they considered nourishment and her milk was said to be the ‘beer of Hesat’ (note the blood-milk-soma-ambrosia-mead connection).

Hathor comes from the earlier ‘Mht wrt’ (meaning ‘Great Flood’ – ancient Egyptian doesn’t have vowels, it’s a guttural ‘dead language’ that we can only guess how it was spoken) who was a cow mother goddess.

Another early cow mother goddess was Bat (Ba = part of the soul) that Hathor took over from and both her and Nut are also associated with the sky and Milky Way (ocean of milk anyone?) Bat was rarely depicted but when found was shown as human female with bovine features such as horns and ears. I would say eyes but all the Egyptian and Hindu goddesses have beautifully drawn/accentuated eyes and cows in general have beautiful eyes too. (Sidenote – the later Greek goddess Hera was known as the ‘oxen eyed’ though not associated with cows other than that.)

Egyptian Cow Goddess Mother Bat Bata Ba

Bat

Hathor Cow Goddess of Death & Goddess of the Moon
The Egyptian Hathor was a goddess of the Sun represented often as a cow with the sun-disk placed between its horns

“Het-Heru:” The Cow Goddess Of Spiritual Blessing
Meaning “the House of The Holy Land,” Het-Heru (or “Hathor” as the Greeks pronounced it) is the symbol of MOTHER NATURE as the “house” in which we live.. in other words, the World around us. She was invoked for every form of blessings that Mother Nature can give; Life, Health, Strength, Fertility, Wealth and the Joy of Life. Adored at many Temples in Egypt including Medenet-Habu in the Sinai (where Moses and the Israelites stopped on their journey briefly) Hathor survives in Hebrew tradition as “the golden calf” of Exodus. Those born of her Totemic Lineage are deeply devotion-oriented and prone to lives of BLESSING OTHERS rather than self-service. From Education of the young to Healing the body, mind and soul, Het-Heru can be found wherever JOY is being celebrated as a Blessing.

http://www.home2b.nl/goddess-page-hathor1.html

THE CAILLEACH BHÉARA and Irish and Celtic cow associated goddesses in general (not sure whether specifically Welsh or Irish under the word ‘Celt’)

The great Old Goddess of Ireland was the Cailleach Bhéara, or Hag of Béare in Munster. She “existed from the long eternity of the world.” [cite] A woman of Tiree once asked the Cailleach how old she was. She replied that she remembered when the Skerryvore rocks were fields where barley was farmed and when the lakes were little wells. [MacKenzie, 162-3] Her great age was a sign of power, truly venerable, and proverbial: “as old as the Cailleach Bhéarra.”

This cailleach was named Boí, “Cow,” a title she shared with Bóind and other ancient Irish goddesses. She was also called Sentainne, “Old Woman.” The Irish said that “she passed into seven periods of youth, so that every husband used to pass to death from her of old age, so that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren were peoples and races.” [O Hogain, 67]

http://www.suppressedhistories.net/secrethistory/crones.html

Her name was cow but she was the Crone/Dark Mother and was known for having a magical cow that many coveted, so direct relation but a separate being like the cow being a form of the Devi.

In Ireland there were several ancient cow goddesses, some like Dil and Damona, who both ruled over fertility, but about whom little is known today.

Then there is Bo Find, who manifested as a white cow. She transformed Ireland from a barren land into a green and fertile one. She came from the Western Sea with her sisters Bo Ruadh, the red cow goddess and the black cow goddess, Bo Dhu. Their different colours represented the different phases of the moon.
The sisters all went to different parts of the island. Bo Find went to the centre where she gave birth to a male and female calf. These twins were to provide food for the people by giving milk and ploughing the earth. Their work done, the cow sisters then departed back to the sea.

Another goddess was Anu who was a guardian of cattle and health. Fires were lit for her in midsummer and her priestesses sang the dying to sleep.

Brigit was a Celtic mother goddess to many European tribes. Some suggest her name came from the Sanskrit word brihati, an epithet of the divine. She was a goddess of regeneration and abundance and her protection was said to be very great. She was seen with a pair of oxen called Fea and Feimhean.

As Christianity began to grow Brigit, also known as Bride, was transformed into a popular saint. Legend says her mother was carrying a pitcher of milk when she was born and the infant was bathed in it. She was unable to eat ordinary food and was reared on the milk of a white, red-eared cow. This was a special animal with links to the otherworld in Celtic mythology. The companion animal of the adult saint was said to be a cow, who gave her all the milk she required.

Ancient myths link us to past ages where cattle were venerated

OTHERS

Zoroastrianism
Further information: Vohu Manah

The term geush urva means “the spirit of the cow” and is interpreted as the soul of the earth. In the Ahunavaiti Gatha, Zarathustra (or Zoroaster) accuses some of his co-religionists of abusing the cow.[18] Ahura Mazda tells Zarathustra to protect the cow.[18]

The lands of Zarathustra and the Vedic priests were those of cattle breeders.[19] The 9th chapter of the Vendidad of the Avesta expounds the purificatory power of cow urine.[20] It is declared to be a panacea for all bodily and moral evils.[20]

Jainism
The name of the first Tirthankara in Jainism is Rishabha, “The Bull.” The religion forbids the killing of cattle, whether for the consumption or sacrifice.

In Norse mythology, the primeval cow Auðumbla suckled the ancestor of the Frost Giants, Ymir, and licked Odin’s grandfather, Búri, out of the ice.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle_in_religion

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Cow Mother Motherhood Child

True beauty owned and controlled, used and abused on this prison planet.

The public respect cows so much that milk/dairy products are not seen as luxury ‘goods’ and demand the cheapest possible price for them, cheaper than junk food except when they are made into things like highly sought after cheeses and chocolate, which doesn’t taste half as good nor anywhere near as nourishing as simply made or raw chocolate imo. Reminds me of places in ‘third world’ oh wait ‘developing’ countries (aka stripped to the point of absolute poverty) where certain fizzy drinks were produced and were so cheap they were practically on tap and far more easily available/accessible than clean water – wonderful for the people eh, so lucky. Then in some ‘modern-first/developed world’ countries promotional tactics of companies like Coca-Cola used to tell people to feed their babies with their product to ensure their social well being aka popularity and not being picked on. Similar to the days in Western countries where gin was practically on tap though ‘soft’ drinks weren’t outlawed or restricted at any point.

The word ‘cow’ and even ‘holy cow’ like the feminzation of many words is used as an insult.

When we see cows and all animals that are used for consumer goods, ‘sport’ (though hunting, baiting and freak/circus/carnival/road shows shouldn’t be called sports as ‘sport’ implies that the participants have agreed to play fully understanding the rules and that they are fair) to display pieces in pet shops and zoos we are overcome with sadness. Humans have truly become a vampiric species taking it beyond blood and psychic vampires.

What you have sown so shall you reap.

GuhyaKali Kali Lalita MahaKali Kalima Divine Dark Mother

GuhyaKali the secret form of Kali that is rarely depicted/talked about. She with all the animal heads.

Gallery

Predators and their lust for control

Those who want/need/desire the Mother and Daughter and will do anything to get/keep/pollute them.

This is an excerpt from a film review I wrote in June 2014:

https://fashionthatpays.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/momo-1986-film-review-goddess-connection/

The Men in Grey try to bribe Momo with dolls, not old fashioned ‘homely’ or intricate collectors dolls or even false baby images given to girls to promote/encourage breeding and being ‘prepared’ for adulthood whilst children, but bigger versions of ‘Barbie’ like dolls. The stereotypical Hollywood ‘illuminati’ style puppets or birds in gilded cages we are shown as idols to aspire to be/look like. A look which is an inverted take on beauty, that which is beautiful and attractive but hated/sneered at/envied/underestimated at the same time because of being beautiful and attractive. It is used as a tool for insecurity as well as an ‘object’ of desire, many wanting to control/own it thus taking away its freedom and/or desecrating it e.g. lepidoptery, often decreasing its beauty as a result – something the owner can then mock the previously beautiful with, despise and relish at the same time because that which was beautiful/higher than the controller is now visibly lower and can even cause disgust and be blamed for a loss that is not necessarily or majorly its own fault. That fits into the name of the initial doll ‘Lola’ given to Momo which is a twist on the Mother Goddess’ name Lalita, a twist aptly described in Vladimir Nabokov’s book ‘Lolita’. A book that’s been romanticized, seen as not that bad and been overshadowed by the gothic sub-genre of fashion. Like many authors of what we consider ‘classic’ and ‘iconic’ literature he was well educated (knowledge of the mystery schools), and knew about the true meaning and ‘story’ of the name Lolita (also known as Sophia in later, streamlined systems) and depicted the desecration aka Fall of the Daughter in his book which many find touching and intellectual. (Much like how many cite the Kama Sutra as if they didn’t know it explained how to ‘legally’ rape.) In the book he re-names her aka formally claims possession and ownership. That book goes into how the Fall happens or is desired to happen in the mundane/profane/physical ‘this reality’ way but a less famous book ‘Pamela: Or Virtue Rewarded’ by Samuel Richardson (interestingly enough the name of demi-urge responsible for the Fall is later related to the name ‘Samuel’) published in 1740 touches upon the same theme but without the metaphysical aspect. That said back then it was more permissive to call overcoming the horrors that happen to the girl ‘virtue’ and ‘reward’.

Momo 1986 surrounded by dolls

Interestingly enough when Gigi is distracted from Momo’s disappearance he is controlled by handlers, his name changed from Gigi to Girolamo signifying his transformation. They own him, an action that is more than just a stage name, it’s a character change, a name change like a passing of a deed of ownership like a fiscal marriage.

“You’ve belonged to us for quite a while, body and soul, don’t say you didn’t know that. You’re a rubber doll, we blow you up and if you give us trouble we’ll just let your air out. Forget about it! We mean well hahahaha hehehehe… Do you believe that you owe your present position to your insignificant talent?… You are and you remain a dreamer, before you were Prince Girolamo wearing the mask of poor Gigi and what are you now? Gigi the poor wretch behind the mask of the TV star Girolamo… Don’t worry your pretty little head over her (Momo), you can’t help her and certainly not by telling funny stories about us! But we won’t stop you playing the hero if you want to destroy yourself go ahead… Gigi isn’t it much more pleasant to be rich and famous?”

His handlers (working for the Men in Grey) look very much like the dolls offered to Momo but come to life demonstrating a line of controllers and puppets within the same school of thought yet hierarchical. So the dolls are controlled but control those lower down the chain (think Donatella’s ‘Versace for H&M’ advert a while ago and her comments about the conveyor belt and clone models handled like puppets.) The dolls say “I’m baby girl, the perfect doll, everybody will be jealous of you because of me. I’d like more things.” To play with it, more and more friends/items/accessories are needed until a society based on buying and keeping up with the ‘Jones’’ is in place. Momo confronts the Grey trying to bribe her and reduces him to revealing himself in the face of her truth/real love/sincerity. This scares the shit out of him and he demands she forget everything he’s said.

In regards to public media the desired ending is always the same, no matter how much truth is in the vehicle e.g. film, song, series, characters etc, no matter how much they’re coded/symbolic. In regards to Momo – the point was to make the Mother figure into the Daughter figure to control her. And for those of you desperate for the ‘French connection’ in my life one of the names is in there.

In the book ‘Lolita’ – Dolores ‘Lo’ ‘Lola’ ‘Dolly’ at 12-years-old (when my ‘grooming’ was ‘activated’ with induced sleep paralysis) is sexually abused and turned into Lolita ‘the perfect lover’ [corrupted form of ancient Indian Ultimate Mother Goddess Creator of All ‘Lalit[h]a’] through the grooming, trauma/confusion/predatory behaviour and then ‘goes off the rails’ (out of the arches/off the train) only to be ‘rescued’ by her abuser/orchestrator/handler/contaminator. She is poignantly his ‘landlady’s’ daughter, and for his plot to work he must become the Father and her demoted in status to his daughter. Dolores/Dolly reminds him of an older/earlier ‘love’ Anna-Bel[l].

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lolita

Plot Summary

Humbert Humbert*, a European literary scholar, describes the premature death of his childhood sweetheart, Annabel Leigh. He suggests his unconsummated love for her caused his fixation with nymphets (girls aged 9–14) and indulges in his sexual fantasies by pretending to read a book in a public park and being aroused by nymphets playing near him, as well as by visiting a prostitute who he believes is 16 or 17, and imagining her to be three years younger. After a misadventure when he requests a nymphet-aged girl from a pimp, Humbert marries an adult woman with childish mannerisms, Valeria, to allay suspicion. His marriage with Valeria dissolves, after she admits to having an affair with a Russian taxi driver. Humbert wants to kill her, but Valeria and the taxi driver leave before he gets the chance. After another visit to a psychiatric ward after a mental breakdown, he moves to the small New England town of Ramsdale to write.

Humbert fantasizes about meeting and eventually molesting the 12-year-old daughter of an impoverished family, the McCoos, from whom he agreed to rent an apartment. Upon his arrival in Ramsdale, however, he discovers that their house has burned down. A landlady named Mrs. Charlotte Haze offers to accommodate him instead, and Humbert visits her residence out of politeness. Humbert plans to decline Charlotte’s offer until he sees her 12-year-old daughter, Dolores (born 1935), known as “Lo,” “Lola,” or “Dolly”. He becomes infatuated with her, in part because of her uncanny resemblance to Annabel, and agrees to stay at Charlotte’s house only to be near her daughter, whom he privately nicknames “Lolita.”

Humbert starts a diary in which he keeps detailed descriptions of Lolita’s characteristics, along with moments that they spend together. The diary also contains hateful comments about Charlotte, along with a description of a picture in a magazine of a playwright (Clare Quilty), who Lolita has a crush on and who Humbert resembles.

Charlotte, Lolita, her friend Mary, and Humbert plan to go to Hourglass Lake for a picnic one Sunday. However, Mary’s mother phones to tell them that Mary is running a fever and that she can’t go. Mrs. Haze postpones the picnic and, as a result, Lolita refuses to go to church with her. Mrs. Haze leaves for church and Humbert and Lolita are left alone. While the two sing a song, Humbert secretly ejaculates in his pants as Lolita sits on his lap. She does not notice and leaves for the movies. After returning from a lunch in town, Charlotte tells Humbert that Lolita is going to camp Thursday and she won’t return until the next school year.

That Thursday, before getting in the car, Lolita runs back into the house and kisses Humbert goodbye. As Charlotte, who has fallen in love with Humbert, drives Lolita to summer camp, the housemaid delivers a letter to Humbert from Charlotte telling him that he must either marry her or move out to avoid embarrassment. To continue living near Lolita, Humbert agrees to marry Charlotte. After finding Humbert’s diary and learning his true feelings, Charlotte confronts him, calling him a “detestable, abominable, criminal fraud.” As Humbert goes into the kitchen to get them drinks, Charlotte runs out of the house with the letters that she had just written, but is killed by a passing car before she can mail them. A little girl gives Humbert the letters, and he later examines them: one was to Lolita telling her they were moving, another to a boarding school in which Lolita was to be enlisted, and a third to Humbert that suggested a possible reuniting between him and Charlotte in the future.

Humbert retrieves Lolita from camp, lying that Charlotte has been hospitalized, and takes Lolita to a hotel, where he plans to use a sleeping pill on Lolita and rape her while she is unconscious. As he waits for the pill to take effect, he wanders through the hotel and meets a man (Quilty) who inquires about Lolita. Humbert excuses himself from the strange conversation and returns to the hotel room. There, he finds that the sedative was too mild after seeing Lolita drifting in and out of sleep. He lies next to her all night, fantasizing about him and her together. However, it is she who initiates sex in the morning, showing him what she had learned at summer camp. On their way to the fake hospital that Charlotte was supposed to be staying at, Humbert tells Lolita that her mother is dead. Thereafter Lolita and Humbert drive around the country, moving from state to state and motel to motel. To keep Lolita from going to the police, Humbert tells her that if he is arrested, she will become a ward of the state and lose all her clothes and belongings. He also bribes her with food, money, or permission to attend fun events in return for sexual favors. After a year of touring North America, the two settle in another New England town, where Lolita is enrolled in a girls’ school. Humbert becomes very possessive and strict, forbidding Lolita to take part in after-school activities or to associate with boys. The headmistress of the school see his strictness as the concern of a loving, though old-fashioned, parent. Humbert reluctantly grants Lolita permission to join the school play in exchange for more sexual favors. The play she joins is written by Mr. Clare Quilty, but Humbert doesn’t know it. Just before opening night, Lolita and Humbert have a ferocious argument, and Lolita runs away. Humbert searches frantically until he finds her bike next to the phone booth she was using. She brushes the phone call off and reconciles with him, saying she wants to go on another road trip with him, only this time she gets to choose where they go.

As Lolita and Humbert drive westward again, Humbert becomes suspicious that someone is following them, first thinking it’s a cop and then later one of Lolita’s admirers from school. Lolita falls ill and must convalesce in a hospital, while Humbert stays in a nearby motel. The hospital staff tells Humbert in the morning that her uncle checked her out. Humbert embarks upon a frantic search to find Lolita and her abductor, retracing his steps to every hotel that they’d been to thus far, but fails to track them. During his search, Humbert has a two-year relationship (ending in 1952) with a woman named Rita, whom he describes as a “kind, good sport” who “solemnly approve[s]” of his search for Lolita, while knowing none of the details.

Humbert receives a letter from Lolita, now 17, who tells him that she is married, pregnant, and in desperate need of money. Humbert tracks down the address and finds Lolita, but her husband is not the man that kidnapped her. He promises to give her money in exchange for the name of the man who abducted her. She reveals that Clare Quilty checked her out of the hospital and tried to make her star in one of his pornographic films; but expelled her upon refusal because she only wanted to be with Quilty. She worked odd jobs before meeting and marrying her husband, Dick, who knows nothing about her past. Although she looks much older now, Humbert realizes that he still loves Lolita and repeatedly asks her to leave Dick and go with him, which she refuses. He gives her $4,000, which is much more than what she asked for, and then leaves. As he leaves, she smiles and shouts goodbye as if he was her own father. Humbert tracks down the dentist who knows where to find Quilty, and later kills Quilty in his own mansion. Shortly afterwards, he is arrested for driving on the wrong side of the road and running a red light. The narrative closes with Humbert’s final words to Lolita in which he wishes her well, and reveals the novel in its metafiction to be the memoirs of his life, only to be published after he and Lolita have both died. The novel’s fictional foreword states that Humbert dies of coronary thrombosis after completing the manuscript, just one or two months after getting arrested. It also states that “Mrs. Richard F. Schiller” (Lolita) died giving birth to a stillborn girl on Christmas Day, 1952, at the age of 17, a month after Humbert’s death on November 16, 1952.

*Humbert – means ‘bright (light for you likers of ‘light’ vs ‘dark’) warrior’ ‘bearcub’ who becomes ‘famous/Hun’; he is ultimately the demi-urge, the deviation, the mutation, the mistake that raped his Mother and Creation/Daughter to conquer and became the singular and false Godhead. There’s nothing ‘romantic’ about that despite the ‘exquisite language’ fans of this book keep going on about and other ‘classics’ in general.

The reason why I mentioned the book ‘Pamela: Or Virtue Rewarded’ was because my Mum, Sis and I each had a book in our lives when we were younger; Mum was constantly reminded of ‘Lolita’, I had ‘Pamela’ (where Pamela, like Lolita ends up with her abuser(s) but respected/false hierarchical acknowledgement via being virtuously stubborn and resistant whereas Lolita is made as desperate and downtrodden as possible so she can’t even think) and my Sis had ‘Great Expectations’ (which she was too young to read) – I and my sis ‘chose’/were drawn to the books we had but they were telling of the situations we were in. I later decided an old dictionary suited me better (which recently some people wanted to ‘drown’/submerge/ruin) and my sis, well…

‘People’ have always ‘gifted’ me books they want me to be like or take notice of something in like an encyclopedia of ‘Alchemy’ i.e. masonic symbolism and Machiavelli’s ‘The Prince’ (another way of saying the modern masculanized version, Divine Child, of the The Princess/Daughter) but I prefer to choose my own; for example on on my many visits to Camden Market in London I only had a few minutes, so went into the indoor book market (takes up almost the whole ground level) near the Lock[e] (before the convenient fire and restructuring into a tardis type maze) and ‘said’ to the books that I wanted the one I was meant to have. I automatically went to a random area (can’t remember if they were in sections or jumble sale style mix), picked up a book, opened it at a random page and the only words in Italics (different/highlighted to the rest of the normal text) said ‘Hello Dolly’ (musical/song reference, written by someone also corrupting the Mother/Daughter story and sexualizing it). I still have that book and my dictionary, and ultimately they’re all I need unlike all the magi/witches/whatevers out there dependent on tools but that said I can makeshift if I have to ‘divine’ anything in a pinch, I’m an ‘oracle’/eye and a unicorn (the one horn/eye piercer of the veil, the ultimate self-driven living mount of the Goddess but also in Princess/Daughter form so mount and mouth) afterall and tools or ‘friends’ as I really see them [which are respected/appreciated] just help you focus; only people who have little to no ability rely on pomp, ceremony, regalia, perversion and control.

The separation and/or merging of the Mother/Daughter is very important to people and ‘people’ who want things to continue as they are, to get away with everything, like nothing happened, like its ok, downplay and hide everything.

Here’s an interesting song:

The lyrics have been changed multiple times to include ‘whisky’ (the mind confuser), ‘dollar’ (think Dorothy/Doll/Dor – hence the ‘eye’ on the separated/unattached capstone of the pyramid on the US dollar and a whole bunch of other symbolism for those who’ve followed the White rabbit – Alice in Wonderland reference – down the rabbit hole/opened pyramid/mountain i.e. secret knowledge for the initiated. Oz being the trickster/false magician, sleight of hand, illusionist, paper money over Gold, and her Silver shoes changed to Red for the Silver Screen version) and ‘pretty little boy’ (masculanization, modern version of the ‘Daughter’).

Alabama

Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
For if we don’t find
The next whisky bar

I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
For if we don’t find
The next little girl

I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alabama_Song

The “Alabama Song”—also known as “Moon of Alabama”, “Moon over Alabama”, and “Whisky Bar”—is an English song written for Bertolt Brecht by his close collaborator Elisabeth Hauptmann in 1925 and set to music by Kurt Weill for the 1927 play Little Mahagonny. It was reused for the 1930 opera Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny and has been notably covered by The Doors and David Bowie.*

Original version
The “Alabama Song” was written as a poem in idiosyncratic English for Bertolt Brecht by his close collaborator Elisabeth Hauptmann in 1925[1] and published in Brecht’s 1927 Home Devotions (German: Hauspostille), a parody of Martin Luther’s collection of sermons. It was set to music by Kurt Weill for the 1927 play Little Mahagonny (Mahagonny-Songspiel) and reused for Brecht and Weill’s 1930 opera Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny (Aufstieg und Fall der Stadt Mahagonny), where it is sung by Jenny and her fellow prostitutes* in Act I. Although the majority of all three works is in German, the “Alabama Song” retained Hauptmann’s English lyrics throughout.

*David Bowie the ‘starman’ used this song on his ‘I-Solar II’ Tour (the II being Sol’s twin). Was also released with ‘Space Oddity’.

*Remember prostitutes don’t symbolize prostitution in freemasonry and secret/mystery schools, though they do represent the ‘fall’ of the Divine Feminine and the fall of original reproduction into what we consider normal/natural reproduction/sexuality. They were the ‘blood’ (Red), menstrual blood, women and blood priestesses. Sacred sexuality which is about the ability to create, preserve and destroy i.e. the Mother, Daughter and Dark Mother which later became the Maiden, Mother and Crone (in a ‘chronological’ and wrong order in order to encapsulate regular women/control their way of life). Sacred sexuality is innocent sensuality, but has been perverted to make out its about having sex, sex rituals, orgies, live sex shows etc, making and downgrading the pure into more and more ‘earthly’ physical, heavy, lower, disconnected to/from the mental and indeed sex abuse is used to disassociate people from their feelings of personal identity/awareness (many prostitutes and sex related workers say they ‘disassociate’ from themselves/the situation to manage), to traumatise, to confuse, distract, compartmentalize and ultimately control. On a sidenote – when you see references to ‘red geraniums’ in ‘classic’ books that implies the character was ‘whorish’/untrustworthy etc like in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, when I was very young people used to tell me my name meant [Red] flower without telling me what the name really meant and indeed what even the Red flower was and really meant – using surface symbolism such as in modern religion makes it look very bad but it was a prayer flower used for the Goddess Kali/Dark Mother/Root Goddess/Prehistoric and probably why some still call me Tiger Lily (and others use the Lily for the French/English competition). That isn’t what my name means as I’ve since found, ‘I am’ the Daughter not the Dark Mother but since they knew they couldn’t turn me into the Mother (though they’ve certainly obsessed about it) because they had the Mother/My Mother and there’s only one incarnation at a time (like with the Slayer, there’s only one Slayer and it’s always her reborn and she has the her own unique blood connection to the Warrior Goddess/the First/the Dark Mother – the primal, primordial, source, the dark/secret – The Mothers back ‘home’). Unlike regular lineage it doesn’t inherit through breeding, genetic modification or even wishing i.e. ritual invoking (like people do for ‘avatars’) and this is why we’re so rare/sought after. I/Eye/Iris/Lily/Lotus (not A.I as some would like to make out) the pine-apple came to find the [corrupted/hurt/tricked/imprisoned] Mother Goddess here, leaving my Mother/everyone’s Mothers back ‘home’ to do so hence becoming the [fallen] Daughter. This is why current masons call me the ‘Princess in the Pyramid’, ‘Divine Child’, ‘Prince’ instead of ‘Princess/Daughter/Goddess’ above/outside the [now false] Mountain, remember the Mother Goddess used to encapsulate the Mountain/Earth but now it’s represented as a Mountain/Pyramid/Triangle of false hierarchy. The Daughter came, she found, she battled, she called home, she waited, kept battling, kept protecting, kept falling, kept battling, kept protecting, kept falling to bring what is in the dark to the light, changing/piercing reality to merge the seen and unseen, to get them to interact/talk, come out into the open, pull whats hidden in plain sight out of hiding but also put the sacred back into the dark where it belongs – the secret – the Mother – which has been abused beyond words – back into the hands of the Dark Mother/form of the Dark Mother. And now They’re here.

There’s a counter story ready and basically having the same ‘illuminati’ ending ready for/set in 2019 (when/after I was supposed to ‘die’ at 36, I’m a Winterborn so there’s crossover in the calendar year but by sometime in 2019) where ultimately the ‘coming’ ‘comet’ has no affect at all even after thousands of years of warnings and preparations by blood/breeding and genetic modification cults/labs and she lives ‘happily ever after’ with the ‘man’ she loves who she was unable to touch previously, and life goes on as if nothing happened, just dealing with the ‘endless struggle’ as usual instead of a dramatic change, they get to keep the Daughter whose come round to their way of thinking through ‘love’. Most recently reiterated in the Jupiter Ascending film, and changing Venus to Jupiter because Jupiter is more likely to take the ‘beating’/get in the way of the Ma-tri-X system or so some people ‘hope’/want to convey/persuade the Daughter to think. I came up with a character when I was 14 called Dark Angel based on my personality to be a fighter for the WWE (fight entertainment company with their ‘stables’), she ended up as the basis for Max in Dark Angel:

Similar to the use of characters Chyna and Lita in Relic Hunter and Dark Angel.

Goes well with the feeling many of us feel (and one of my favourite songs just before the show was released), who do their best but in the end just come to leave, and the game continues.

Look at the flag of Alabama, what do you see? Yes it’s a rotated version of the English flag – Britain being the place the Daughter figure (e.g. my Mother and Gabrielle in Xena) is taken to be violated, turned into the Mother (but ultimately is saved by the Dark Mother – something they don’t realize or want to) and in the Xena story they ultimately turn Gabrielle back into a Daughter figure and Xena ‘dies’ becoming the Holy Ghost/Spirit (still the Dark Mother) who for the sake of the story stays with Gabrielle but in ‘reality’-meta-reality-other-secret-reality means she’s made invisible/changes/demoted/tricked/leaves/becomes less imposing/more ethereal/mythical. So they get to keep the newly empowered Daughter (who has the Dark Mother’s chakra[m]) who can work for them.

US state flags
The Red and White stripes were mentioned to me following my French visit post about people who knew I’d be visiting back in 2009 and I didn’t know they’d know. Those of the Red and White stripes (and different use of the lions) were glad I’d rejected that and as usual saw it as an association with them instead, begging friendship but making it look like me choosing them. The Red and White stripes is another way of referring to the English flag, which has also been used in the places in the following link interesting ways (like with the moon which is a satellite and reflector of the sun, for the Earth it can be called a smaller/second sun, a reference Sol’s twin but a false one hence its false association with the ‘feminine’ which is really everything/every cosmic body but epitomized by stars): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_George’s_Cross

(Interestingly though I’m not too surprised, is the use of it for Georgia and some people knowing without me telling them and highlighting that Rome/the current ‘pop[e]’ isn’t actually adverse to the Goddess nowadays, whilst Britain particularly England and Scotland still is.)

And of course the notorious Red Cross ‘charity’…

The song was written for a false Red&Gold (divinity) (and false useless ‘inheri[heir]tors’ thinking they’re royalty, as well as mixing up the Red – cosmic, and Earth – Blue/Green, to make Purple) place:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahagonny-Songspiel

The Little Mahagonny was based on five ‘Mahagonny Songs’, which had been published earlier in the year in Brecht’s collection of poetry, Devotions for the Home (Hauspostille), together with tunes by Brecht. To these five was added a new poem, “Poem on a Dead Man”, that was to form the finale. Two of the songs were English-language parodies written by Elisabeth Hauptmann: the “Alabama Song” and “Benares Song”. Using one or two of Brecht’s melodies as a starting-point, Weill began in May to set the songs to music and to compose orchestral interludes along the following pattern:

Song One | Little March | Alabama Song | Vivace | Song Two | Vivace assai | Benares Song | Sostenuto (Choral) | Song Three | Vivace assai | Finale: Poem on a Dead Man

The Little Mahagonny was first produced at the new German chamber music festival at Baden-Baden on 17 July 1927. Brecht directed, Lotte Lenya played Jessie, and the set-design was by Caspar Neher, who placed the scene in a boxing-ring before background projections that interjected scene-titles at the start of each section. According to a sketch published years later, they read:

-The great cities in our day are full of people who do not like it there.
-So get away to Mahagonny, the gold town situated on the shores of consolation far from the rush of the world.
-Here in Mahagonny life is lovely.
-But even in Mahagonny there are moments of nausea, helplessness and despair.
-The men of Mahagonny are heard replying to God’s inquiries as to the cause of their sinful life.
-Lovely Mahagonny crumbles to nothing before your eyes.

The song is written by ‘interesting people’ at an ‘interesting time’ as well, remember these are long term, very long term plans – a ’round’ in a game/battle – the wars of gods. Momo (the book, 1973, written by Michael Ende) and originally called ‘The Grey Gentlemen’ for example showed Brown-skinned Momo turning up out of nowhere, through a tunnel/hole/cave, and since no one wants to personally look after her they share her and say she can live in the amphitheatre. The song Alabama was written by a Beth/a-class Elisabeth Hauptmann (for Bertolt Brecht – who was focused on overt poli-tics rather than the symbolic/real rulers – so they had both sides, seen and unseen covered – and for those in the know the ‘hidden in plain sight’) who also co-wrote The Threepenny Opera starring a character of a name that one old influential and patriarchal family wanted me to have ‘Polly’ and as explained in the last post I made – an interview from Dr Salter done by Sott.net – they mention the PollyAnna Principle mentality of society (Anna being a Goddess connection too from the old Indian Annapurna aged/meaning 16 a reference/form of S[h]odashi the TriPura Sundari – or Lalita Tripura Sundari, both the and one of the Dasha (Ten) MahaVidyas (9 Kali/Dark Mothers forms completed made 10 as/by/of/with the whole Lalita, who were copied by later Durga’s imitations) who was then corrupted with the pairing of usurper Hinduism (male triad and fake ‘queens’ triad of Shaktism) with the ‘cradles of civilization’ where you also get Inanna/Ishtar. Annapurna keeps her food/plenty/fire/harvest/abundance connection in later Ishtar/Inanna versions in classical antiquity and by them completely even more corrupted/perverted/topsy turvy like ‘Mary’ style names, those names are often in the game/false Mountain rather than against/out of it). However, coming from a matrilineal line but who were corrupted by patriarchy I had to have an original not lesser/false Daughter name, because it means so much more to control the real thing. That said modern and ignorant but think they’re something masons in ‘sunnyland’ where we reside like to always call Mother by name instead of hers – Lalita (the original Creator, the G in their insignia – G standing both for Goddess and for ‘G’ as in ‘super’ from the Indian where you add ‘G’ at the end of the title to say ‘extra’ ‘super’ ultimate’, e.g. Mata Gi, Guru Gi, Master Gi – which they’ve lowered massively into ‘master’ and ‘grand master’.) They’ve always referred to her as Dolly instead of Lalita and have even consistently mispelled her name in multiple ways until I made them do it right every time and at other times call her ‘Molly’ or have someone standing near/passing addressed as ‘Molly’ instead. They refuse to acknowledge because they want the nicer Daughter instead, who they think will somehow give up the Mother for them the false ‘kin’ the manikins (especially those who’ve elevated/ascended/’rose’ – I’ll get to the ‘rose’ in another post – themselves to false god level and fear the Gods/Mothers) and if that doesn’t work will sacrifice herself [over and over again] and even the Mother [again].

Not happening and it’s too late anyway, so there motherf*ckers.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Threepenny_Opera

Overview
Set in Victor[y]ian London, the play focuses on Macheath*, an amoral, antiheroic criminal.

Macheath (“Mackie,” or “Mack the Knife”) marries Polly Peachum*. This displeases her father, who controls the beggars of London, and he endeavours to have Macheath hanged. His attempts are hindered by the fact that the Chief of Police, Tiger Brown, is Macheath’s old army comrade. Still, Peachum exerts his influence and eventually gets Macheath arrested and sentenced to hang. Macheath escapes this fate via a deus ex machina moments before the execution when, in an unrestrained parody of a happy ending, a messenger from the Queen* arrives to pardon Macheath and grant him the title of Baron.

The Threepenny Opera is a work of epic theatre. It challenges conventional notions of property as well as those of theatre.

* (Like Mac-beth, Scottish version.)

*Peach is an alternative softer/less knowing symbol for the apple, easier to control/abuse as a person. ‘You’re a peach… darl (doll), thanks [smirk/grin/wink or nowadays cough]’. ‘Life’s a peach’ goes well with the Pollyanna Principle and the story of the girl who played the glad game ‘gladly’ making the best of everything, rose tinted glasses, letting them get away with it – not intentionally but because people are taught to make the best of it and let the rest take care of it/themselves even if you’re using them, that can’t be helped, that’s just life. Bad things happen, then they pass, and look less bad over time (with revisionism, advertising and collective memory loss). Don’t worry it’ll all work out but really continues. ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ with the [false] crown over it – an inversion of the Dark Mother in the book Aunt/Spinster Polly whose way would have actually been better for Pollyanna. The name wouldn’t have suited me for that reason but also because I’m not Dark Mother (and remember the Daughter and Dark Mother titles are honourary ‘Mother’ titles in that they don’t imply creative ability but are still carers/protectors.) Sorry (not) but I’m an ‘Angry [multi-element]Bird’ who was/is properly pictured as Red [fire/blood/star/divinity] though improperly portrayed as male 😉 and he does save the birds who can’t fly anymore because they’re so glad to live in glad/happyland society which they think is safe with all their rules/regulations/’events’ and then from the pigs/false security who steal their eggs/children/creative principle, very Animal Farm style.

*False ‘queen’ – Victory and Beth. Victory being the traditional/older reference for false queens (and a fusion from India-to-Britain).

(Think on why the Goddess figure – including masculanized figures like Superman – in superhero stories are often paired with/relationship wise a military or journalist male who doesn’t usually have her best interests at heart, but wants to keep her for [secret] ‘society’s agenda too.)

I hold the scythe, I am fate, I am the unicorn, I reign myself, the chooser of divinity and I was both chosen and have chosen myself the Daughter, I have found the Mother and signalled the Dark Mothers return and became the Dark side of my Daughter self. I rose from the ashes and I am the last. Death is my gift. Real Death not the false death of this poisoned planet. Death is a blessing/honour for the good and punishment for the bad. Death/She is beautiful, She is both radiant and dark. You’ve lost. Do yourselves a favour and surrender.

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No Rest for the Wicked, Whilst You Sleep They Keep Going

I was thinking about this for yesterday but didn’t get to post it on time.

Day of Innocent Children Victims of Aggression

International Day of Innocent Children Victims of Aggression is celebrated on June 04, 2016. The day is a United Nations observance and has been established on 19 August 1982. The day aims to acknowledge the pain suffered by children throughout the world who are the victims of physical, mental and emotional abuse. It is a reminder that the rights of children have to be protected. This text has been taken from Wikipedia.

Apparently before the days where children were vaccinated almost straight out of the woman/womb they were tastier. They’re still better tasting than adults, a delicacy – except very few adults who are very sweet because of who/what they are and their personalities, like clean oxygen rich blood is going to taste better to people who like that kind of thing than diseased blood. But since most children won’t be eaten straight out and disappear physically but rather be slowly fed off into adulthood a toxic lifestyle isn’t so much a bother, there’s lot’s of other ways to feed off others.

Just think about how many children go missing in your country every minute of every hour of every day, what exactly do you think happens to them? How many possibilities are there in addition to death? Sex and sex slavery at least before death perhaps? With all those kids going missing how many young adults and adults does it take to make that happen and how many does it take to ignore it? People/animals don’t just disappear and decay in 2 seconds, where do the bodies go? Where do the bodies of the homeless go, how are they used?

How many people are born and die everyday outside of your own little reality? Where do they go, are there graves and little piles of ashes of all of them, how many memorial sites don’t have actual bodies, just stones/markers?

Remember the Hayman and Elm House scandals in the UK and bear in mind the mass scale abuse scandals are usually dealt with retrospectively and by people of the same class/club trappings. It’s also easier to ignore that once a predator what’s going to make these people suddenly stop decades ago? Why wouldn’t it continue into the present/ongoing possibilities (whereas victims, their families, people speaking out are harassed and their activities become more important than the abusers).

Here’s an easily accessible mainstream media article which outlines interesting points:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2681318/How-Establishment-hid-monster-midst-As-MPs-demand-inquiry-covering-VIP-child-abuse-ring-chilling-proof-depraved-diplomat-protected-good-great.html

and this is a site where they’ve historically aggregated news clippings about such cases, good reference material:
https://spotlightonabuse.wordpress.com/

Also the further into their careers and older they get numerous celebrities try to talk about the child abuse that happened to them/others in the industries they work in such as Elijah Woods speaking out most recently.

Then there’s symbolism; the meta-narrative. As horrible as this is going to sound – symbolism is the most important thing. The people, the victims, the victimizers are rarely important (despite their status, prestige, assets etc); it’s what they’re doing, continuing, representing that is important. Look at the entertainment media, in recent decades there’s been a movement in both historical subjects (history, archaeology, religion etc) and the media for human interest stories, mostly about the ‘eveyday person’ from their ‘boring’ but sporadically moving and sometimes frustrated existence but since that’s boring we’ve moved to reality tv and more interesting historical figures again. What does that possibly imply? That the wealth, the majority of history (fictional or not) and media are not about the everyday person; they are examples/representations or straight up retellings of stories of other more important people. The same people, over and over again and their adventures, lives, exploits, loves, thoughts… It’s not about the everyday person. Would you spend tons and tons of time, energy and resources on glamorizing, highlighting, glorifying, paying tribute to, acknowledging what you consider vermin or your junk food? No you’ll do that for your peers and betters. The stage is not for anyone who isn’t willing to be one of those at some point otherwise your place is not on the stage, it’s in the audience paying for the privilege and eating disgusting cinema food since homemade isn’t allowed in the theatre. People love heroes, villains, gods, monsters, superstars and popularity so why bother paying so much interest to the masses. We live in a symbolic vs ‘real’ world both because of our sensory abilities compared to others and because of having multiple languages/forms of expression. Some do very well in it and are willing, usually to continue/build on the facade. Some just want to learn what it is they’re living in by default so that isn’t conscious consent, it’s not an induction ritual or initiation such as partying with mannequins as part of the decorations, but many will think just being near you or knowing your name is a connection.

I don’t particularly remember it very well but I was in a Black Victorian style coach with another girl and some well-to-do watchers; the other girl and I represented the sun and the moon, Gold and Silver and she and I wanted to be friends, to reach out to each other but we weren’t allowed to touch or get too close. Just had to sit opposite each other and apparently kept separate from then on. Shortly afterwards she changed schools, and her name was obviously ‘light’ in the Lucifer aspect. Me being a capricorn (and Winter solstice), Brown skinned and eldest born* of the eldest who is the ‘ultimate’ of the ‘lost/conquered’ peoples ‘Mother is/of all’, and ‘Light’ being a Blue eyed Blonde (her family Blondes & Red heads) were probably factors, as well as when we did school plays the teachers would prefer her to play royalty/status and me the servant. On a school trip we’d stayed at – she, I and a ‘sleeper’ had shared a dormitory, the tiniest room to ourselves and a ways away from the others even though there were bigger rooms with others girls with empty beds. It was called ‘Candlelight’ room, the ‘sleeper’ was a girl who was very hard to wake up in the mornings, a Black girl (so you had White, Brown and Black), you could use an alarm, touch her, talk, sprinkle water and it wouldn’t work – one teacher had to pick her up and shake her a bit before she woke up one morning. At that trip the teachers also decided that the kids had bathe together whilst watched even though in a very shallow bath, all for ‘protection’/’responsibility’/’security’ even though we were 10-12 years old. ‘Light’ and I were chosen to bathe together, me being me and from an Indian Asian background – we rarely do nude especially in front of other people, so I wore my underwear and somehow everybody knew about it afterwards enough to mock – so who told? The teacher or my friend? Also at that place, all of our electronics so walkmans, torches etc were kept in a locked glass cabinet, only my possession was interfered with and the batteries stolen. What are batteries? What do they represent?

A woman whose place I used to visit every weekend once had a party and I was pushed/fell against something and unconscious hearing the laughter. In the week after all the kids in the classes in my year had to strip down to their underwear one by one without their parent/guardian (who had to wait outside the door of the assembly hall) for a ‘domestic abuse’ inspection looking for marks/bruises. That had never happened before and didn’t happen again whilst I was there at least. That woman never picked me up again and one of the people at her party I recognized on the ‘judging’/inspection panel at the school.

A teaching assistant was assigned to my class afterwards but he wasn’t interested in teaching, he was watching, and only really interested in me; wanting to share his food with me, wanting us to sit together and at first I just thought he was a nice adult who wanted to be friends but on a class outing I decided to change my mind; I wanted to be with my own friends of my own age and he felt hurt/betrayed and never came back.

Mum’s parents used to take her to a ‘magician’ every weekend.

In one of the places where we lived there was a report of child abuse and after that report the crime rate went up; fights, beatings, thefts but the people ‘dealing’ with it were sometimes surprising. For example I’d seen a couple of men around the place and hadn’t thought anything of it; big burly guys, shaven heads, thugs, gangs and wannabes weren’t uncommon there and with a similar manner to security/people comfortable with security/power; then shortly after our washing machine somehow backed up and water spilled out onto the kitchen floor. I quickly turned it off and cleaned up but someone had called the fire brigade and who turned up? Those two guys who’d been around formerly not in uniform and without any official vehicles. All kinds of weird things happened there.

For ‘special’ people who stand out/are found in their generation – and if you have the capacity/or are allowed to recognize it then you probably know if you’re one (or a clinger to one since they have many hangars-on including stupidly jealous followers) by your mid-20s/early 30s, for those not allowed it can take much longer if at all (sometimes necessary for someone to come into their life to snap them out of it) – look at the year you were born and see which standout films were released/most popular where you lived in that year as well as films that reference your birth or landmark years in your life. How close to those has your life been physically and/or symbolically? (Who made them and what else did they make?) Don’t try to identify with media to be/copy someone, but have you noticed if the storytellers and those they use (actors, singers, sports personalities, public figures) have identified you/those similar to you or are telling you/those similar to you something? It’s symbolic/representative language/art that does affect people’s lives very much from their likes/dislikes, fashion styles, personality to career and lover choices; advertising is expensive, invasive and pervasive. However for some people it can mean even more; a warning, an aid, a message, already knowing what’s going to/most likely to happen? I say films because they’re the easiest to access but some people have skills with other formats. Bear in mind that a message can be massive like a film or an event but it’s not meant for the masses (even though it effects) so like I said don’t go looking to identify with anything, to try and be ‘special’ or to hang on to anyone you think is. It’s just for those who already know/have a pretty good picture already. In the puzzle of life, the world and the game looking at films and entertainment media is not where to start, that’s outside looking in and running around ignorant.

Sometimes it takes someone else to tell you/confess something (hence why secrecy and silence are so important to these people, not the altruistic reasons they usually spout) e.g. (also the year the WWE switched to the Wonder Woman logo):
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial – I have been told “you’re not going home, you’re never going home.” I thought that strange because they were saying that in a cosmos perspective but I’ve never thought of myself as anything other than human. (Spielberg also wanted to make a film version of the very important British tv show ‘Chocky’ – 1984 – based on the 1968 book.)
Blade Runner
Poltergeist
The Entity
TRON
Gandhi
Conan the Barbarian (and The Beastmaster)
Cat People
First Born
The Dark Crystal
The Secret of NIMH
The Flight of Dragons
The Last Unicorn

This is first of a trilogy I’ve yet to see: Koyaanisqatsi

and then the closing speech from: The Verdict

“So much of the time, we’re just lost. We say, ‘Please, God, tell us what is right. Tell us what is true.’ I mean there is no justice. The rich win. The poor are powerless. We become tired of hearing people lie. And after a time we become dead, a little dead. We think of ourselves as victims, and we become victims. We become, we become weak. We doubt ourselves. We doubt our beliefs. We doubt our institutions, and we doubt the law. But today, you are the law. You are the law, not some book, not the lawyers, not a marble statue, or the trappings of the court. See, those are just symbols of our desire to be just. They are, they are, in fact, a prayer, I mean a fervent and a frightened prayer. In my religion, they say, ‘Act as if you had faith. Faith will be given to you.’ If-if we are to have faith in justice, we need only to believe in ourselves and act with justice. See, I believe there is justice in our hearts.”

(Sometimes you’ll see something odd though, seemingly out of place, a reference here and there about anything that could be personally relevant but then you look at the rest of the characters, the storyline and setting and realize ‘ah’ – like me seeing a tree figure called Dolly though she was ‘bad’ because the main characters/filfthy rich/spoiled overlords and their entourages were ‘good’, the tree symbolism of Dolly is extremely exclusive, not many people would know it so no surprise it came from Asia rather the US for example.)

Old Maid’s Day

I like Old Maid’s Day; the word ‘spinster’ is always used as an insult in contrast to ‘bachelor’. Why?

Being obsessed with love itself and ‘having to have it’. Not for me. Though I have the opposite ‘issue’ of when I love someone I love them and easily for life unless they f* up too much. My love is conditional and valuable, so even people from my past who had unreciprocated crushes on me have even gone to great lengths to stay ‘connected’ let alone people I rejected or the few I was with. Others see me as a rite of passage, if they can get me to like them to different levels e.g. a smile, an invitation, walking together, going somewhere together as friends but that they can call a ‘date’, a hug, then they’ve ‘progressed’. One guy told me “it took me six months to get to you, now I can move on [promoted]”. Wham bam thank you ma’am mentality without the ‘physical’ sex (thus far) though they’re beyond desperate for ‘virtual’/’non-physical’/’alternate physical’ sex.

Thankfully I’ve never had addictive or detrimental ‘bad’ habits or desires to ‘test’ things; no drugs, no smoking, very very rarely been partying, had a few sips of alcohol when I was younger and all the stuff is just noxious to me; it reminds me of household cleaning products, why would you want to consume those, to hurt your body? To those of us with sensitive smell, hearing, sight etc – it’s repulsive, there’s no desire for it at all no matter what life throws at you. I don’t dispute the health benefits of some things like wine for example, it just has no appeal to me. The same goes for sex, I’m not interested – and that’s not for a lack of people interested in me.

Sidenote – I use the word ‘kids’ a lot instead of ‘children’, always have; kids are infant goats. Remember what was sacrificed for the human children at passover, whose blood was used and in what shape on the doors and what food is used to commemorate it; then who was sacrificed for the human children later on that same shape and whose body/blood is still consumed in rite, and who are called sheep (publicly but symbolically ‘vermin’ species like rats, mice, hamsters.) The ‘innocent’ or in specific saviour cases the ‘pure’ (innocent and pure aren’t the same, some people no matter how abused are always/still pure and hence attractive, which isn’t helpful to them mostly) is hurt for the ‘new/later’ children. Remember that the ancient Egyptians represented old races (like the Hindus today do), the eldest borns of the Isrealites were threatened so they sacrificed those more innocent like a compromise, so their ‘Lord’ would recognize them/their allegiance/homage. It was a changeover from the old multi-character acknowledged pantheons and the higher races/workers above humans, to a streamlined but still 3 = 1 version. (The triangle/triple also being the one/whole ethos told in three monotheistic religions – that is the symbolic importance of the triad/triangle/mountain/pyramid/tetrahedron and hence why Pachamama for example was symbolically changed from being the mountain into being the Christian/Catholic lesser/used/easily influenced young teen Mary within the mountain/containment overlooked by more important/dominating White male characters. That is the symbolic not the physical basis of the mountain which is where the power is hence most abused and up until recently not really taught/explained by the very ‘select’/greedy few who knew it. If you know from the ‘I’m not a mason but I’m rich/successful’ info crowds out there then think about why they’re spreading it now – if you’re able to use it you’ll be obvious and unless you join the club you’re likely fodder for siphoning.)

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A Vegan Discovers Pachamama

I read the blog entry below last year and found it inspiring, being vegan means you have to know where you can eat/drink or buy beforehand though in modern towns there’s usually at least a health food store. What I really liked reading about was the ‘chicherias’ and their respect to the Andean Earth Mother ‘Pachamama’. Peru is a fascinating country and with the Andes bordering other beautiful and mysterious countries the allure is deeply compelling.

https://www.vegansociety.com/whats-new/blog/beaten-track-south-america-vegan%E2%80%99s-experience

Friday, 11 September, 2015
Dana Roberts discusses experiences that opened her eyes as a vegan traveller in Peru, and provides tips for like-minded vegan adventurers.

When you’re traveling as a vegan, most of the guidebook recommendations aren’t helpful. The stand-out restaurants suggested by Zagat and others will often make you pay a hefty sum for a plain salad, even though you asked them not to include the lobster on top.

However, there is an attractive alternative: use veganism as an opportunity to push yourself away from the well-groomed tourist path. You might just realize that there is still a lot out there to discover.

The market of markets in CuscoWhen my boyfriend Lou and I arrived as fresh-faced vegans in Cusco, Peru, one of the first things we did was explore the local markets. However, we quickly realized that not all markets are created equal. For example, many of the central markets listed in the ‘off the beaten path’ guidebooks were built to support the huge influx of tourists, and the fruits and vegetables they sold miraculously doubled in price in comparison to other, peripheral markets. When I was chatting with a local chef about this problem he happily suggested I go with his father to the largest market, 20 minutes from the center of Cusco, and discover what a real city market was like. This was the holy grail, the market that all the other markets bought from, and it showed. You could only buy in bulk: a crate of strawberries, or a massive bag of potatoes. It was a vegan paradise of sorts.

This early realisation to get out of the centre and to actually talk to more locals was a turning point in my travels. Empowered to continue exploring the city, I met up for coffee with a local photographer named Wayra. He agreed to take us to a few of his favorite ‘chicherias,’ small bars usually run by one woman, where the only drink served is a home-brewed fermented corn drink called ‘chicha.’Drinking ‘chicha’ After hiking up what felt like 100 flights of stairs, we finally made it to one of these local bars, barely visible from the street. It was marked by a small bouquet of flowers hanging in a pot next to the door with a red flag made of plastic – this combination of flowers and ‘bandera’ lets you know that you’ve come across a ‘chicheria.’ As we entered he explained that before we could take our first sip, we must make an offering to ‘Pachamama,’ or mother earth, as a gift, by pouring out a little of our drinks onto the dirt floor. We sat in a small room with a tin roof as the rain pelted down amongst a group of elderly Cusqueño men. After everyone felt satisfied with the number of toasts that had been made to the earth, and to each other, I took my first sip. The only way I can describe it is a mix between hard apple cider and a very sour, almost cloudy beer. Sitting among the locals, drinking a beverage that has been made this way since Incan times, I was struck by how far my plant-based way of life had taken me. Drinking ‘chicha’ with new friends in the outskirts of Cusco will forever be one of the most interesting things I’ve done while travelling.

A Green Point catered partyAfter being on the road for about a month, I could feel myself getting tired of going to restaurants and trying to explain: “no leche, no carne, no mantequila, no huevo, etc…” All that changed the day I was walking through the artsy neighborhood of San Blas and stumbled upon Green Point. It was an entirely vegan restaurant nuzzled away in a side alley that like the ‘chicheria’ could barely be seen from the street. When I sat down for dinner I couldn’t believe my eyes – an enormous menu with everything from vegan lasagna, vegan ravioli, vegan tofu fried rice, lo mein, etc. There were plates from all around the world—all veganised—and all completely affordable. It was such an amazing and exciting moment to kick back with a vegan menu, to be able to relax when the waiter came by, and to finally get to try a lot of Peruvian dishes that had previously been off limits. The chef, Fabricio, had created a vegan ceviche made with avocado, mango, corn, lime and coconut, which was one of the best dishes I ate in Peru. There was even a vegan version of “lomo saltado” a traditional Peruvian dish normally made with steak and sautéed veggies. Getting to try most of Green Point’s menu and meet the wonderful people who worked there made me start to feel less like a traveller and more like a guest in someone’s home.

Cusco will always remain special to me as the first place we travelled as vegans, and where I gained so much perspective when it comes to getting to know a new city. To my fellow vegan travellers, I would recommend doing a little research before landing. Peruvians are familiar with the term “vegetarian” but many of the waiters think that vegetarians only abstain from red meat, not white meat like chicken. As a vegan traveler, it’s worth memorising all the Spanish words for meat and dairy products, especially butter and cheese. Beyond that, I would also recommend remaining flexible and trying to find accommodations that allow you to cook for yourself once in a while. This way you can shop at the various local markets and begin to explore the unbelievable diversity of fruits and vegetables available in Peru.

By Dana

Dana and her boyfriend Lou run Plant Based Traveler, a vegan travel show dedicated to demonstrating that while being a vegan backpacker involves more planning, it is infinitely more rewarding.

Mum and I aren’t religious or ritualist but I do like the way they ‘pay’ respect to Pachamama and in personal, non-hurtful ways like giving back a little food that wasn’t made via sacrifice. We do similar, every time we cook we give a bit back to the fire and when we don’t it takes it… Hard to explain but it’s not like the usual ‘damn I dropped a bit!’ I’ve been saying ‘thank you’ to anything I use, that seems like it has ‘personality’, even if that just means it works hard and has ‘moods’, for a long time. It’s just a quick reflex but I mean it. So when I wash my hands for example I say thank you to the water, heck I even say it to inanimate objects like the photocopier. Whether they have any kind of sentience or not they help me and I’m grateful even though ultimately ironically I’m not grateful for life or the ‘experience’ as many people put it.

As with any source/’resource’/’fount’ though respect can be turned into homage i.e. a ‘set in stone/print’ allegiance/contract which is usually too ‘gimme gimme gimme’ on some sides who get distracted by codes of coded behaviour over the importance of what it is they should be doing. For example when Catholicism spread in South America, Pachamama was absorbed into Virgin Mary imagery as other goddesses were worldwide and rather than being respectful that’s iconoclastic imo. For example ‘The Virgin of the Mountain’ (there is a lot of Pachamama mountain imagery and some of the ‘symbiotic’ Christian/Catholic juxtaposed images are terrible morphs) and animal sacrifice described below:

http://info.handicraft-bolivia.com/Pachamama-Mother-Earth-a346

The Pachamama is the highest divinity of the Andean people since she is concerned with fertility, plenty, the feminine, generosity and ripening crops, besides providing protection.

The name Pachamama is translated into English as Mother Earth since pacha is a word in both Quechua and Aymara that means earth, cosmos, universe, time, space, etc. in English and mama means “mother.”

The concept of Pachamama is directly related to agricultural wealth since the economy of the indigenous peoples is based on agricultural production. Nevertheless, most of the population in Bolivian cities is indigenous (mainly Aymara and Quechua), including as regards their customs, so their beliefs are still common in modern society. However, there have been some changes as the Catholic faith has become more prevalent. In some ceremonies the Pachamama is worshipped through the Virgin Mary.

This symbiosis or sincretism can be clearly seen in the picture The Virgin of the Mountain where the Mother Earth, represented by the mountain is above the Virgin Mary as well as being her skirt.

Worshipers venerate the Pachamama with offerings through rituals like the challa. Likewise it is very common for the Pachamama to receive the first serving of beer at their social gatherings since believers pour a few drops on the ground before they take their first sip. This is a way to thank and feed the Pachamama.

One of the most common offerings to the Pachamama in the Aymara culture is a llama fetus which, once dried, is buried under the foundations of a building or in the crop fields during August to attract wealth and wellbeing and to keep bad energy away.

Also, in the Andean culture the Pachamama is the goddess who protects all material goods and at the same time rules over the spiritual universe. Therefore, she symbolizes the human environment in every aspect, so those who believe in her will maintain a balanced, reciprocal relationship with her.

Then there’s the point that we use our ‘resources’ so recklessly and greedily that there came a point when the Bolivia felt it necessary to establish Pachamama’s ‘legal rights’ as if she’s subject to the bits of her body’s made up jurisdictions; might as well make her human, make all the profit/advantage you can out of her and then charge her rent and utilities for the privilege of being used and act like you’re doing her a favour. I’m not criticising the Pachamama Alliance who were/are working for environmental and indigenous people’s harmony, just the irony of the situation.

Stepping in the Right Direction: Giving Mother Earth Rights

This last October Bolivia enacted an expanded version of its already revolutionary 2010 Law of the Rights of Mother Earth. Titled the Framework Law on Mother Earth and Integral Development for Living Well, the new law exemplifies indigenous values in that it recognizes Mother Earth as a “living dynamic system,” and grants Her comprehensive legal rights that are comparable to human rights.

Honoring the Larger Living System that Envelops & Sustains Us

In general, the law “…says Mother Earth has the right to exist, continue life cycles and be free from human alteration, the right to pure water and clean air, the right to equilibrium, the right not to be polluted or have cellular structures modified and the right not to be affected by development that could impact the balance of ecosystems.”

The law is seen as a bold step in the right direction for a number of reasons. Bolivia has particularly felt the effects of climate change, as the video above portrays, as well as environmental damage from deforestation and its dependency on extractive industries. “In 2010, Bolivia ranked 137th out of 163 countries in annual environmental performance index by Yale and Columbia universities.” It is hoped this law will improve environmental and human rights conditions in Bolivia itself, and expand on the precedent Ecuador set when it incorporated rights of nature into its constitution.

Challenges On the Path To Realizing Mother Earth’s Right to Thrive

Not surprisingly, however, there are critics and skeptics who question the appropriateness, and/or perceived idealism, of giving Mother Earth legal rights. And there is also the question of how the law will be enforced. While a Ministry of Mother Nature will oversee enforcement, and an ombudsman will be appointed, the big question is how the law will be realized on the ground. Even champions of the law recognize this will be difficult, at best.

On a practical level, there is resistance to measures the new law calls for that require existing practices to change. For example, the right of Mother Earth not to “have cellular structures modified” means genetically modified seeds will be phased out. At the same time, much of Bolivia’s agricultural industry uses genetically modified seeds. Ninety percent of all soy, Bolivia’s third-largest export crop, is grown with transgenic seeds. Demetrio Pérez, the president of the National Association of Oilseeds and Wheat Producers, says Bolivia cannot return to traditional technology because “99% of crops are transgenic.” And in this article, originally posted in Yes! Magazine, Nick Buxton writes, “In 2010, 70 percent of Bolivia’s exports were still in the form of minerals, gas, and oil. This structural dependence will be very difficult to unravel.”

Two leading Bolivian indigenous rights groups ,CONAMAQ and CIDOB, have also rejected the law, stating that it undermines indigenous rights by not requiring indigenous consent for development projects, and promotes “standard development” that will continue to harm the environment.

On a conceptual level, some argue that the law is contradictory, mixing human’s and Earth’s rights together, leaving the door open for one or the other to be exploited. Carwil Bjork James writes:

The rights of Mother Earth, rights of indigenous peoples, rights of peasants, right to development, and the right to escape from poverty are all intermixed. CONAMAQ argues the law “incorporates the ‘right to development and the right to esacape from poverty’ so as to justify a developmentalist, extractive, and industrializing vision. In my analysis (and here I’ll put my environmental policy degree on the line), combining these rights into a single mix will allow future Bolivian governments to decide on which right gets prioritized. Under the aegis of “‘integral development,” governments can decide to value oil revenues spent on antipoverty programs over an indigenous people’s rights to refuse drilling on their territory.

The validity of these concerns and doubts can only be speculated on at this point.

Stepping Toward a New Vision by Re-thinking What Counts as the “Public’s Interest”

Despite concerns, it’s difficult to deny the law points us in an important direction. It recognizes the inextricable connection between human and environmental well-being, that we are pushing Mother Earth past sustainable limits, and that all people and institutions need to take part in reversing this trend.

Begonia Filgueira states in this article, “To say that the Earth is of public interest is also a major shift. There are many EU and UK laws which allow the public interest to trump over environmental concerns; the public interest not being normally defined as the well-being of the Earth community or the Earth, but determined largely by economic standards. By including the Earth in the public interest, there is an automatic shift from the human centric perspective to a more Earth community based perspective. And if there is a conflict between human (individual) and Earth/human (collective) rights, how is this meant to be resolved? The law says that the bar, the limit will always be the destruction of living systems.”

At bottom, Bolivia deserves credit for recognizing, in a more substantive way than any other nation so far, that humans ultimately will not thrive if the Earth as a whole cannot. We’d love it if you would share your thoughts on Bolivia’s law, and/or giving rights to nature in general.

The Inca people had a similar to ethos to other Brown peoples of the Earth whereby when they were conquered (over and above their civil in-fighting) by White people they foretold of a long period of suffering followed by the potential/opportunity of being peaceful, again apparently, and over time that becomes a fusion of invaders with invaded or specific races when it comes to the later Abrahamic religions and peoples. Wishful thinking/planning of the desperate? One group of Inca said that after 500 years of materialism and falling will come the time (1990 onwards) where people would have the opportunity to work together for better. Then there’s more widespread American prophecy of the Eagle of the North uniting with the Condor of the South, the eagle being masculine and condor feminine which makes sense from the right and left hand path philosophy – the feminine is the lower/the left (and in practice for humans ‘dirty’ or ‘wrong’/dark/evil) and the masculine the higher/the right (and in practice for humans the ‘better’/light/good, even ‘enlightened’). In concept masculine and feminine aren’t the same as human fe/males but in practice the older cultures were more feminine and totally so the further back you go, so with the domination of what became the US over the indigenous I can see why many describe the eagle as masculine and condor as feminine. The same goes for ‘The Children of the Sun’ part which is apparently what we’ll be when we unite, technically all Brown people are children of the sun in terms of climate though the term colloquially refers to Native Americans for many people, but the ‘sun’ in this has multiple levels (doesn’t everything?) There’s fireball in space, then there’s the ‘light’ of spirit and apparently these ‘new’ people will have a ‘new’ light. I’m writing this whilst living in a place that almost is sunnyland and thinking over recent years when we’ve moved ‘sun worshippers’ (of all skin colours) have followed; and let’s just say they were grasping, greedy opportunists who were/are obsessed with glorifying themselves whilst gorging on the energy of others. No wonder they’re happy in this place steeped in religious symbolism and clubs.

According to some people the Incas like the Indians may have had ‘ages’, the Inca ones being Golden, Silver, ‘Goni Killas’, Bronze and Iron age/Ayar Auka. Considering that the above ‘prophecies’ weren’t really prophecies but directions given by people to people to guide/be a plan, they remind of people who wish for the return of some ‘Golden Age’. It sounds beautiful but is it? Mass ascension has never been my thing. The Incas were too modern for me (I’ve always preferred prehistory) in that they too had the ‘masonic’ influence other ancients were overcome by. (Using ‘masonic’ – the corruption of the sound/voice/truth of the mother aka ma-sonic- as a description of the influence which under one name or another has over history been obsessed with being ‘all knowing yet unknown’ themselves whilst knowing everybody else’s lives inside out and making ‘sacred’ secrecy (the workings of the universe) and sacred silence (personal reflection/thought) into dogmatic, militant, bureaucratic systems of thought and control, which became prevalent on the ancient cultures and into today’s world.)

http://realitysandwich.com/146869/prophecy_eagle_and_condor/

The following is excerpted from Shamanic Odyssey: Homer, Tolkien, and the Visionary Experience, forthcoming from Inner Traditions.

The prophecy of the Eagle and Condor is remarkable in that it marks the first truly international indigenous prophecy widely embraced by both Native and European-descended peoples, yet in approaching it, we need to be wary of the word “prophecy.” Anthropologist Adine Gavazzi reminds us that prophecy in the West involves a diachronic historical process, which among the peoples of the Andes and Amazon does not exist. Rather, there is the experience of cyclical and synchronic time, where different levels of perception of reality occur simultaneously. In other words, people do not witness prophecies unfolding in the linear progression of historical time. They live and experience the reality of myth — and in post-colonial America, such revitalization of the mythic core is a potent means of cultural and political resistance.

According to anthropologist Jeff Jenkins, the prophecy of the Eagle and Condor is within several (Andean Quechua, New Mexican Hopi, Guatemalan, Honduran and Mexican Mayan, Ecuadorian Shuar, and other) traditional indigenous cultures of North, Central, and South America. From these different regions come prophecies with a common theme of arriving to a point in time when “the human family would face the choice of evolutionary transformation into symbiotic presence within the more-than-human world or to continue in the destruction of the planet.”1

The genesis of the prophecy is shrouded. Naturally, throughout South America the indigenous Harpy Eagle and Condor figured prominently in the cosmo-visions of Pre-Contact native communities, yet there is no clear lineage of transmission for the version now in circulation.

Jenkins, inquiring into the prophecy’s origin among certain Shuar, Quechua, and Shipibo elders, reports, “What I glimpse into their understanding is that, early in their history as a people, the ways of the Condor and the ways of the Eagle were shown to them. Initially, this understanding was irrespective of north/south dichotomies. Through the generations of emergence, powerful personal spiritual and physical encounters clarified who the Condor was and who the Eagle was, as with any major plant, animal, mineral ally. I understand that the Condor archetype was symbiotic with the jungle Harpy Eagle archetype prior to European conquest. They soared together in both jungle and mountain terrain through the lands. The concepts of north and south and their respective archetypal and geographical resonance became clearer through subsequent centuries, when the symbol of the bald eagle became the dominating force of USA orchestrated mass genocide of the indigenous peoples. The indigenous condor consciousness was seen as inferior. The regenerative efficiencies (harvesting carrion and bringing back the energies of the dead) of the condor’s ways were disregarded. Symbolically and literally, the condor began its journey through torturous endangerment to the brink of extinction. The associations of north and south were, if I understand correctly, emergent and co-arising with the expanded intricacies of the way history panned out in the north and south.”2

One version of the prophecy comes from Lauro Hinostroza, a Peruvian healer who now lives in Mexico City. It states that in the historical cycles of the Incan peoples at the end of the eighth Pachakuti (each Pachakuti corresponds to five hundred years), the Eagle peoples would dominate the Condor peoples for one Pachakuti. This coincided with the arrival of Europeans, with their extractive economy and industries, leading to the exploitation, depopulation, and even genocidal eradication of the indigenous peoples of the Americas. The reign of the Eagle peoples was foretold to nearly bring into extinction the Condor peoples.

The prophecy continues with the claim that the tenth Pachakuti, from the end of the twentieth century, would be a time for the peoples of the Condor and the Eagle to fly and mate together in a creative symbiosis to restore and regenerate the Earth community.3

One marker of this opening of the tenth Pachakuti is the emerging unification of indigenous peoples and traditions, North and South, as well as the “indigenizing” of Westerners previously without a native consciousness of connection to the Earth and its larger, non-human community.

There are no historical documents, however, to buttress the claims of an Incan origin of this prophecy, and one hankers for a lineage. In reviewing our earliest record of Incan folklore and mythological cycles, the Huarochirí manuscript, commissioned by the Jesuit priest Francisco de Ávila in the late 1500’s as part of his campaign to eradicate the power of the pre-Conquest priesthood and worship of the huacas among the indigenous Andean peoples, there is no trace of Hinostroza’s pachakuti scheme nor the particular eagle/condor symbolism of the prophecy.

Yet the absence of written documents does not preclude a direct lineage out of the time depths of indigenous America. Since the inter-cultural nature of the myth supports it being a confluence of many different indigenous prophetic streams — especially if a cross-fertilization with the Hopi and other prophetic traditions of the North, which do have a “turning point,” occurred — it is probably futile to seek an original trace among surviving documents. It is through surviving culture that we need to gaze into the backward abyss of time.

One strong candidate for the cultural origin of the prophecy is the Taki Onkoy movement, which flourished in the latter 16th century and was widely mistaken until recent years to have been simply a short-lived political and cultural uprising against Spanish domination, until the work of Peruvian scholar Luis Millones disclosed the spiritual depths of the Taki Onkoy, including its enduring nature.

Spanish chronicles report an ecstatic dance, conducted at the huacas: sites (or loci, since humans, plants, animals and other beings could also be huacas) in the sacred topography of the Andean people where the divine nature of the cosmos was especially manifest and accessible. There the participants underwent a process of purification, sloughing off the imposed foreign traditions cutting them off from their ancestral memory and vital connection to the indigenous cosmos, while reestablishing their communion with the huacas.

The dance of the huacas, (so akin to the tragically short-lived Ghost Dance of the Northern plains), we now know has continued through the centuries, in disguised forms such as among the Danzantes de Tijeras, until the present. For example, in Arguedas 1962 account of the “Rasu Ñiti,” or death dance among the Danzantes, we see the ancestral spirit of the mountain, Wamani, appear in the form of a condor to the agonizing dancer. In this way, dancer can die in peace, because in the trance of the dance the continuity between the past of the ancestors and the future of his surviving family and pupils is guaranteed by the presence of the condor.

Among the Ashaninca of the high rainforest, whose ancient culture displays the ability to integrate the knowledge of newcomers (as they did upon receiving many of the Incan refugees into their communities), the practice of Taki Onkoy particularly flourished. Yet it was not a mere Incan import into their culture. It rather appears both as a form of shamanistic revival that erased religious superstructures, Christian and Incan, as well as a millenaristic practice, intended to reestablish the original balance with the natural world, the spiritual ancestors and the sacred landscape thru the awakening of the huacas. The messianic rebellion of the Ashaninca, led by José Santos Athahualpa in the 18th century which attempted to reestablish indigenous rule in Peru, appears to have drawn much of its spiritual inspiration from the Taki Onkoy.

In the end, it is clear that the Taki Onkoy is not just a historical episode. As Lawrence Sullivan writes, “The myths and rites of the Taqui Ongo religious-dance uprising…defy, escape or recreate their own initial historical setting in the sixteenth-century Peruvian Andes. Not only by their periodic reappearance in Andean History but also by their reappearance in ethnographies and in our own imaginations, these images transcend their original situation. Their presence among us in the twentieth century makes them and their meanings part of our own historical situation in a way that must be reckoned with”4

This way of ceremonial re-membering, with its messianic promise of the resurgence of native consciousness, enduring for centuries under the baleful, coercive glare of the European invaders and their predecessors, is not simply a heroic expression of a profound cosmology capable of encompassing a foreign belief system. It reminds us that the prophecy of the Eagle and Condor did not materialize out of thin air — it is a gift to us of hundreds of years of native resistance and tenacious remembering.

It is, in short, a brief lyric from a profound song of nostos.

Notes

1. Jenkins, An Ecozoic NeoNative Wisdom: Interfacing Cosmological Indigenous Ritual And The Story of the Universe, 10-11.

2. Personal communication.

3. Jenkins, An Ecozoic NeoNative Wisdom: Interfacing Cosmological Indigenous Ritual And The Story of the Universe, 10-11.

4. Sullivan, Lawrence, Icanchu’s Drum, 56.

Works Cited

Jenkins, Jeff. An Ecozoic NeoNative Wisdom: Interfacing Cosmological Indigenous Ritual And The Story of the Universe. Ph.D. diss. California Institute for Integral Studies, 2012.

Sullivan, Lawrence E. Icanchu’s Drum: An Orientation to Meaning in South. American Religions. New York: Macmillan Co., 1988.

It’s interesting, we’ve got the human and indeed more-than-human or non-human perspectives on Mother Earth and how we coulda, woulda, shoulda in terms of behaviour. I wonder what hers is, I doubt she’s willing to forgive and forget.

I like the Earth but she’s a little Mother who needs more than the ‘help’ ‘here’, I think I’ll wait for a or the Universal Mother to come and clean up proper.

In short musical form this is what I think happened 😛

So now its:

Tick tock the clock’s about the stop and She won’t be placated nor mollified.

Oh well you shoulda treated ‘your’ woman right, too little too late and too insulting trying it now, as these ladies say:

Sacred Sex for Dummies (not calling anyone a dummy/kin of man)

What is sacred sex?

Ritualistic sex.

That’s all?

Yep, that’s it.

So how is it any different to pay per view?

It’s not.

Eh?

If you want to be a voyeur there’s live sex shows in places like New Orleans, seedy places worldwide, probably down the street in a town near you, and hey burlesque and pole dancing having been made into an art form with women fighting for the chance to prove how adept they are, you know instead of being forced mostly like they used to.

Burlesque is art, it’s not… Distasteful.

Really. I remember an episode of Sharon Osborne’s pathetic attempt at talk show hosting (it was on in the background) where she had Dita Von Teese on and acted like Dita was better/higher class/more sophisticated/superior to a common stripper; Dita had the pretend decency to quietly half-say that she wasn’t but Sharon was having none of it “you’re the only woman I’d let strip for my husband, at his birthday party he was wearing your bra on his head and so happy!” Yeah I bet. Burlesque is for people who like pomp, airs and graces who prefer to wait and have someone take longer to remove their clothing. That’s it. Titillation, drawn out, teased. Don’t look down on the common ‘exotic dancer’ because she needs her rent paid double quick or she’ll lose her kids to social services (though you can lose your children for all manner of things; the ‘wrong’ diet even if it’s healthy/ier, vaccinations, home schooling…)

Sharon also had Kerry Katona on and insulting the first ‘kiss and tell’ woman who apparently started the trend even though she hadn’t actually been a kiss and tell person. She wasn’t a golddigger. “No offense” as Kerry said whilst not listening.

What does this have to do with sacred sex?

Some people are exhibitionists and so make their beliefs into a religion/part of a religion. Sex was a lot riskier (and still is in much of the world) since pregnancy is like an illness in the way the body initially reacts/tries to fight it off/flush it out until it realizes it’s not going to work (if it’s not a failed pregnancy) and so starts supporting it instead and the host has to consume more to manage, then of course childbirth and afterbirth are high risk. But ‘sacred sex’ has been/is popular with the ‘culturally sophisticated/modern’ world and would be suitable as modern concept since it’s a novelty rather than the norm and in this day and age where sex (in countries with higher guaranteed contraception and natal care) is less likely to be as problematic. People can ‘get into it’ more in modern times. In ancient times they were more likely to lose the girl/woman, something that technically doesn’t matter so much in large populations but realistically does if/when it’s a loved one. Otherwise you can just get another, there’s lots of desperate people and traffickers.

Some people saw it as sacred because it’s an avenue for procreation, the modern audience can understand that; though it didn’t have to be a loving bond, you didn’t have to really know the person at all. So it easily turned into selling your daughters into being priestesses (a bit like Living Gods though they’re supposed to be ‘pure’/strictly behaved, caged and some have a best before date) and thinking it a great honour. Similar to high level priests who die and his co-workers go to a local village and pronounce some ‘lucky’ newborn as their recently deceased figurehead. Of course this led to those priestesses/sex toys being called prostitutes much like actresses are called that, though for some reason not actors. Acting includes casual sexual relations as part of the job and understandably many affairs occur when people are pretending to be someone else yet doing the actions with their body – unless they can disassociate and/or control their hormones – then the lines between co-worker and lover get blurred despite the chastity pillow, like that would stop arousal. It’s much easier for them and us to accept that it’s part of their life and ‘no big deal’ under the noble art of imitation. They are the gods/goddesses of our times afterall, even if they’re acting.

The importance of menstrual blood, eggs and the fifth element aka electricity lost to people who really just wanted to think every time they had sex with their wife, mistress or ‘prostitute’ they were doing something sacred and superior. Also great for people who like to watch. That’s why it’s easy for some people who talk about ‘natural, free, beautiful love’ and “do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will.” to recruit people who don’t know any better. Aleicester Crowley, obsessed with sex and sex magic, an example. He knew the masonic beliefs he was talking about just like the scientists who transfer genes and foreign molecules into cells via laser do, there’s many uses for it (though people are most concerned with ‘designer babies’) but when transferring from species to another it also involves cloning DNA. Imitation is the primary goal of freemasonry; copying the creator/architect ‘G’, tweaking and controlling life whether animate or inanimate to call themselves god, or at least ‘its’ representative regardless of what industry they’re in. But people think they’re going to opened up to a whole new experience of wonder and being one with nature, when it comes to sacred sex at least.

Stanley Kubrick adapted ‘A Clockwork Orange’ (1971) which showed a similar ‘do what thou wilt’ philosophy but the problem with film was it glorified the gang leader/rapist. He showed that pharmaceuticals and new practices are tested on prisoners (hey everybody wants their paper recognized and the esteem/praise of their peers, not to mention sponsorships and grants, plus a lot of us just like the taste of power – including many of those who ended up in prison) but it didn’t highlight that they basically castrated him – something a lot of people would have been ok with instead. It was ok for the authorities to punish him as they wanted but the victims? No of course not, taking away his appreciation for classical music was made into a massive thing as though they were taking away his humanity. There’s rapists and music/dance lovers in countless species. We’re not special because we can make and like music, there’s plenty of animals that have better pipes naturally and sense for sound/hearing than we do, those who can communicate over miles without wires or wireless transmitters, not to mention those who can get their groove on and boogie. 😉 He stepped up his game with ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ (1999) and died right after (reminds me of the death of Aaliyah after playing sex & blood lusting Akasha in ‘Queen of the Damned’ – 2002, and potentially Brandon Lee in ‘The Crow’ – 1994 – who was shot when his character walked in on the rape scene).

Ritual sex isn’t sacred?

No. It’s not ‘making love’. Although if you’re doing a ritual for the sake of getting something other than an STD or pregnancy, say perhaps the attention of the gods and proving yourself, then you could say yes, since you’re doing a spell and/or it’s part of your belief system. That’s how many people think their children are god sent, when they’ve conducted the ‘proper’ rites for sex. They got the gods attention with their organized heightened emotional state and god decided to bless them or if they’re really the creme de la creme come to you as a baby avatar.

There are plenty of people who ‘feed’ off the heightened emotional states of others, it keeps them going, from fandom to those who love provoking/pushing/coercing/manipulating/stalking someone. Psychic vampires some call them which is concentrated form of people’s general need to follow or have attention. But what if there were others who sacred sex folk were trying to entice or use their ritual as a form of worship to? It’s an invocation, and do those beings take no for an answer? What if they decide that not just you but the rest of your line will make suitable fodder? That’s where we get ‘deals with the devil’ from, a phrase also used by celebs after they realize what they’ve gotten in to, often far too late of their tailspin of lows and bringing others into the disaster that is their life to take the edge off via proxy. Although in that case you could call the ‘devil’ their managers, handlers, agency etc.

What about Tantra?

Tantric yoga is Vedic and part of the use of old concepts and converting and attributing them as signs and symbols to Hinduism and its followers e.g. the complete geometrical sri yantra (yantras later being called madalas) of Lalita being called Mount Meru and associated with Shaktism. No one’s saying that sex isn’t exercise but do you need to have sex to what became religious paraphernalia ‘The Exorcist’ (1973) style. Intriguing how people wouldn’t have sex [in an obvious way] in front of their parents but don’t mind in front of the ultimate parent/s. It’s not even in the ‘god is everywhere’ sense, it’s in the ‘we shall call and please god’ sense, getting ‘its’ attention. There might even be questions over what is considered more holy sex; hetero, homo, bi, orgy or masturbation? Which one would ‘god’ most approve of or maybe ‘it’ doesn’t play favourites like that. For a science that for Brahmans/ins supposed to develop the ‘super soul’ it’s strange how it’d be made harder via sexual distraction – I guess needing extreme concentration to manage having an orgasm whilst praying and focusing on religious objects takes someone of super level. Although quite a number of people are adept at visualizing someone else during sex.

I think it’s more like when we’re aroused we give off extra scent for example (along with other identifiers) along with our usual scents and for people who believe they’re attracting god via sex, maybe they’re attracting whatever hypothetical species that god represents.

Sacred sex reminds me of military recruiters who know they’ll do better in poor areas if they don’t have ‘career benefits’ to offer, but then again rape is a considered a professional hazard for them by them internally before even getting to outside enemies who might like the ‘spoils of war’.

Interestingly enough whilst kundalini yoga was from/influenced by Tantra and other yogas, part of what I like about it is the calm kundalini yoga produces for me, there’s more to the spine than the base point. All ‘chakras’ are supposed to work harmoniously (and many people describe varying number of ‘chakras’ in various places in/above the body). It changes the way you breath and removes the desires/needs caused by excess hormones and excessive consumption (sex is a relief of pain by build up, because we long to relieve it’s called an urge/need) – sex drive can be increased by eating/drinking too much and not going to the bathroom regularly so not helpful for those who are always in some state of indigestion, inflammation or constipation. I find exercise that tones, builds a bit maybe, defines but doesn’t bulk – enhances efficiency without needing to consume more. With yoga you’re working on more than your bones and muscles, you’re working with your nervous system and glands too for example this all has an affect on the mental/emotional state of humans and their energy – I found the effect to be that I got more nutrition out of a lot less which is how I understood the priests who practice it can thrive on less, do more, can live in higher altitudes (like swimming to prepare for high altitude) etc. Yoga as a system is pre-Vedic but not all types are, in Hinduism the general title has been incorporated as a branch in itself and exclusive for quite some time with Brahman/in yoga schools. With its changes and dissemination many people think of it as ‘new age mumbo jumbo’ but it’s a science that works; pressure points, breath, frequency/sound and movement of internal juices accounted for. So for me it ‘detoxes’ in more ways than one, allowing for self-control and freedom to choose, reducing the urges and making you more conscious of them instead of being subject to them. You in charge of your body, not the other way round and not for others to take advantage of either. (No that didn’t please the people who liked to come on to me because whilst uninterested as usual it also made me more able to ignore them.)

So if ‘I’ do manage sacred sex, despite everything ‘you’ve’ said won’t god/demon/deity/spirit/alien/high status religious distributor be proud of me?

I dunno, who knows what mood they’ll be in at the time; maybe they’ll find you pretty darned attractive and want a bit of bestiality, maybe they’ll point and laugh:

Dogma (1999)

METATRON: Look at sex. Sex is funny. One time I asked Him why you people had to look so stupid while procreating. He said if you didn’t, you’d do it all the
time, just for fun.

BETHANY: But we do.

METATRON: I know. And you all look so damn stupid doing it. It kills us upstairs.

BETHANY: Sex is a joke in Heaven?

METATRON: The way I understand it, it’s mostly a joke down here too.

I have a hard time believing that next to other forms of survival like food, water, shelter, tools and social relations along with culture and cultivation that sex for ritual/hierarchical power and prestige were so predominant in root cultures. It makes it easy to dismiss root peoples as fertility cults instead of those practices being part of religion, even puritanical religions who reserve the drug/sex/drinking/all ‘prohibited’ entertainment for the pillars of society and their thugs whilst pretending to be holier than thou.

People (and other creatures) enjoy sex (sometimes) because it’s a release (like needing to go to the toilet and can ‘pent up’), or even to alleviate boredom; we’ve idolized it partly because it can make babies and for mothers/expectant mothers that is a transformation of body and personality at least for the duration if not continuing afterwards. That disfiguring yet described as loving transformation for those who want it at the time is awe-inducing regardless but the awe doesn’t always last. Domestic violence and affairs increase during pregnancy and shortly after birth. The ideal for those that want it, love it, the feelings of it, each other etc and are happy afterwards but when we’re talking about ‘sacred sex’ we’re talking authority, legality, religion. Marriage for example, a much exalted ‘loving’ thing though fundamentally a legal contract; a marriage can depending on the place, religion and circumstance be annulled if not consummated – so sacred sex there is legal. It’s been approved, much like how sacred sex/tantra is the approved, virtuous, moral sex of post Vedic-god yet is an excuse for the desires of masonic hedonists and those who’d deem mother goddess cultures as fertility cults. Pre-Vedic and post-Vedic cultures show sex but also other forms of creation, even humans that procreated differently, if at all; plus there’s the argument between gods about whether humans should be allowed to procreate.

If people want to call their union sacred that’s their business, the law and religion dictates types of sex (and that’s not always bad thing e.g. underage sex, sexual offenses etc) but I disagree and don’t allow any/all, anyone nor anything conveying to me when or why to have sex, if at all, let alone because they think it’s up them whether they want to make it look like personal choice or otherwise.

P.S – I realize that I’ve started including actors/singers lately, but they do come into the purveyors of culture category.

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