Steps to the Bridge

 

StepS to the Bridge Nous Delphica

The good news after all the trumpets, judgments, seals, dragons, floods and mountains fall on that town is, it's still cookin'. Not to deceive, it is the whole world. The other part is the other part, unless you take down the wall. Newtown is outside the Gates. No word yet as to how close the nerds can come to this.  Other inhabitants are fallen angels who survived the flood. That has to be the logic of survival of fire, to take a water analogy. Maybe the fallen had fins to survive the flood, maybe they could breathe under water. Maybe the fire and the rocks falling on the earth missed! There t'was a poundin and soundin just like visions of sugar plums when old Sodom and Dixie drove out.  It takes a while to chew. A post-trib info manual for society that remains outside the walls and gates of THE HOLY CITY.  "Blessed are they who wash their robes, who have the right to the tree of life and may enter the City by its gates, but outside are the dogs, the sorcerers, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices lies and falsehood" (Rev 22 14-15).RAISING HELL AT THE CAPITOL. THE CITIZENS TAKE OVER CONGRESS. WHAT DO THEY THINK  THIS IS ANYWAY? There is a hell outside of heaven and STEP TO THE BRIDGE will take you there. Outside the New Jerusalem, an upper echelon of the place Dante went, are the infirm, spiritually challenged. Maybe the point is that any place outside heaven is hell.  Step to the Bridge is a heads up for society remaining outside the walls and gates of that HOLY CITY of Revelation (22 15) when it comes down. Here is an information manual describing post-trib governance of the new rulers of the Reset Newtown, new era and new world: ]

There government and rulers continue to practice their progressive ways in print

 

The top worlds drawn on the bottom are three or four times as large in the middle. The number of colonies is 183, not counting suspicious invisibles at opposition. After the original 79, the majority north of the equator, 116 were not on first maps of either the dark regions or the light. All these sites had connections to tunnels below from the above ground. These tunnels reached to both coasts. When it came out that they were camouflaged as krill plants on the ocean competing with the whales this enabled them to make the celebrated bagoong. Large slabs stuck up out of ocean to drive the krill, which were larger than expected  by the little people who worked them, if that can be said without profiling. They were not from anywhere exactly or anybody is. Mornings in the corkscrew. Some exceptions from a loss of surface occurred within the spirals.

I am not squandering words. We pray on Sunday for those at sea.

Those shrinks who cleanse Newtown and the effigy of Achilles Arch spread the myth that this colony has wings of cloud and fire. If so, we advise shooting those birds before they land. Leviathan Bay or LevBy sounds like Long Island off Montauk.  When the Sun rises all wild Beasts hide themselves in their Holes. In the event of this vaticinium ex eventu, prophecy after the fact, history written as though it were prophecy, the old world was dying so new monsters grew. The thing about tentacles that reach through land and sea is they mimic pattern DNA. For more on this study Thoughts from Singing Birds, the paranoia mon amour that surrounds  Alternative 3 of the Dictates.

We don’t mean whales here, for Maria pseudo-hirsuta was evolving. The eyes look west with dragon heads. Zillyzation needed Long Necks for this humor. Waiting to appear that Hydra seemed alive with moving heads, tongues lashing. Bigger than blue whales but invisible. Contoured and finned, masked and tusked, metallic surfaces scaled like a head of that state, reptilian don musk, Leviathan Pharaoh. Which is all mythological nonsense anyway? Is it beast government produced out of oil and gas, one of four beasts that come up from the sea, drilled and mined? Dragon mines the elements. Dragon crews for dragon gas.  Such a state is liberty to those who measure their freedom by the subjection of others.

A female  has vertical eyeballs like a frog which the international community must undertake every possible effort to end. “The shapeshifting capabilities of organism 46-B shaped itself into the form of a human diver. A 33 foot-long man-eater of extraordinary camouflage stalked our researchers. It disabled our radio, which we later learned, to our alarm, was intentional.  “It is also able to paralyze prey from a distance of up to 150 feet by releasing its venom into the water. “Tragically my colleague and lifelong friend was killed this way. He tread water wearing a blissful smile as the organism approached him. Terror is a joint effort by Dante I, an eight legged tethered robot.

To obscure its mythic name in the Leviathan community

Who dares call it swimming in this Casanova's Colon?  The epath of Leviathan of thrust faults and under land seizes, under, beneath, Behemoth above ↕ prospected by earth and under sea is news to any who  imagine it swimming up aquifers and getting fracked. Creatures in a river impose on ourselves a temple that feels no sides. There is no freedom between yards of blubber imprisoned by events. Unaware of its own Leviathan movement, states and individuals swim in opposite directions without knowing. What is freedom when compelled one way by current while swimming as fast as it can in the other? Read the scientific papers on genetic machines, the last greatest covering globe. Scrutinists in this way show their absence. RockaBilloy history makes it a victim. Miners need our protection.

Leviathan has a greater following than Behemoth among these mystics. They make necklaces out of the scales. The brazen fins of wanton whales suggest other political types too, as do the shark teeth scattered over beaches. If a mouse could climb through an elephant's trunk to gnaw its brain, then a whole town country planet can be undermined by the proboscises of leviathaniasis.  And whether Beo takes LevBy withal, to wear its spectacles, nose piercing through the snares within the ribs where dolphins swim, the mighty body falls. 

King over the children of pride those sperm dress alike, ready to disperse such organs as the most rebellious body parts of Adam shamed. Illa parte magis regnat additamentum leviathan spawns abound in Janus, Luther or Mamet, prisoner or flesh, and lead all other parts to rebel beside water and on land. As serpents gripe and break the hot petcock from our sight, moving land and under sea, remember that banquet to be served. ╬Behemoth Apatosaurus or Argentinosaurus.

These were the torturers among our legislators and senators, those burgers of consensus: who had rigid views of identifying common ground and crafting strong consensus. It only remained for them to blur the last definition, what is the human. Could that air head speak it would say that the colonist like a mouse is meant by the Armed Forces to be an experiment to save itself.

2. Pantheon gods inaugurate in Water. At Old Town Leviathan-by-the-Sea, the  picture is of a creature who boils the depths out of its mouth. Old Town has credentials therefore both as the Temple of  Neptune and the port of Noah. Global romantics in Rome  are not surprised that Nous Delphia is Troy. The horse enters the city. The city is burned. if Neptune hid the horse what hides in these?  They call it a Trojan Priest who threw his spear against the Old Town polity of gods. One global temple of distortion, like some universe emperor of the despond kingdom who says all is well with ziv, even its discontent, until it's not. Sea serpents against.  Figs as dates, dry head that cracks shall be lawful for any Athenian. Geologics spin over every proportion and property of the place. Figures swimming overboard can be seen under waves after ships have sailed as if they loose an anchor snared on a reef  This presumes a vacant mind. upon this strange color with something of their own, pretty sure to approve. We might expect to meet a certain person, or an approaching figure that deceitfully took on his garb. The mere idea of this walking image makes an expectation to endow it with the attributes of a friend. This may happen truly as well as false. Mind familiars act.A very slight hint from the eye goes a long way in the brain of one naked, and no distance at all in the brain of the other. Ship channels dug into rivers like the Hudson enable Lev's passage further and further inland. Some covert arrangement seems to exist between ship channel captains and administrators of Leviathan and Co., meaning the fish itself. Why not call it a fish or a reptile of some sort which cooperates with the dredging to continue that progress started by bodies jetting up and down the rivers to zoom through glacial canyons miles out to sea. This churning happens as if there were racing and makes for weird weathers of mist inland on both sides, for there is more than one, else how do they breed, but leave that to the entomologists.

Speaking as the spirit of unknowing that human mind disports, if passage tombs could talk, or under bark organics and rock, volcanic ash, erosion deposition, reburied feldspar, fish streams under clay spines, would they dare say more than they heard? What they heard was ascribed beast government, four empires up from sea. The first a lion with eagle wings, lifted on two feet, like a man with a human heart, forfeitures of  British Royal Lion and American Eagle with all democratic pretense. The second was a bear with three ribs in its mouth, Russia chomping the Baltic down. The third a leopard with four heads and chicken wings on its back, Germany and its Nazi survivals surmounted with France's national bird: the French army knife that came with a white flag. But the fourth beast unlike them all had no nation but covered the world, a beast for everyone that calls it fracking, fragging. The Baptists have a name for it in their Afligidos.

♥Archuleta is a case in point, not only land. Five caves honeycomb it and plenty of other visibles from the peaks do not reveal the magnificenza to be discovered under water. Those who keep their heads and chests above the tide of transverberation like some brute dolphins plunge the cliff-sheltered bay equivocate eye and wave together. Simple rectilinear, curvilinear pi, the mind sees, not the eye has tributaries to it.

As unsatisfactory an explanation as this is, and as impossible to comprehend, these warring parties occupied the waters and waterways of Nous Delphi. There is a further complication, that being that the account here is a translation from notes taken as these ideas unfolded, patch worked together, often with arbitrary custom, often being simply the last one that occurred, and then further condensed, as if the attempt were to achieve a kind of verbal alchemy, parts of words broken off, neologisms, other languages, homonyms substituted for nouns in an old century baroque style. It has been the custom for writers to pretend to be editors for some time, so it may not be entirely believed that this story really is a translation even if from the English. Why does English need to be translated from English? Simply because the original writing is unanimously judged incomprehensible and samples could readily be offered, there being above a hundred pages, but we fear that would only cause one to put down this account. Suffice it  that this is part history, part mythology and that it has a didactic end implied withal, but figuring that out is a little beyond what the translator fairly believes should be attempted.

Mabinog colonists down by the water, hang with their  backs to the land and gaze out to sea, the poems of Kiss embossed in holograms behind them at Dulce Port. They sit on jetties, reverie on Ocean Inhaesio, extasis, seeking the thing, not the thing's reason. Too new upon the land to even carry succubi in their hands, eyes open on keypads while their ears hear the roar, they wait in the smell of salt for leviathan. Think that sculptors and the piscine shapes of women know what goes? How many fishes in the deep blue sea? What’s the cause of simplicity in priests? The dilemmatic and problematic structure of virtue.

Of course leviathan undersea is curves and planes, as Heraclitus its prophet said, but on its surface, ever changing, nothing to be seen but storm between the clouds and waves, a cataract of fire that rose and sank again in the scaly folded crest above the waves. It reared on golden rocks in globes of  fire, eyes that evaporated sea in smoke. Leviathan's  forehead divided green & purple streaks, a tiger, its mouth and gills hung wide.  Just above the illuminations of blood and foam was the fury of a spiritual existence advancing.

Eternal Father, strong to save, protect us from the restless wave. O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea.

Unchangeable or changeable  in position, the colonies gradually emerge for some reason inherent in themselves, conspicuous with the visible development of the canali following the melting of the snow. Only when such melting has progressed can the colonies be seen, as if the moisture invigorates their air. For instance, our colony darkens considerably about eight miles up the Pisinemo Road near KiaHoaToak. Near Carrying Basket Mountain, known for its horsehair and yucca, beargrass, and martynia, come the tests of bathythermograph. hitty pitty within the wall.

                                              When stone hits glass the breakage conforms to gravity and glass and reason covers her breasts. Only the tension in the freedom to act and crack unknowing reveals the submerged. Yes that is a little simple. Crack the stone, conceal the stone, railroad ties connote forced labor, famine stone denotes starvation and slavery. Of course I wept, tears ran from my eyes as if I were burning wood to make charcoal. of the mind where Dedalus heated onions in a pan. If these firings were apocalypses, then the pine would die in the fire! Believe that and read the Great Wall as a kiln opening that asks, what is the seventh seal? I hate to spoil the ending. Round as an apple, deep as a cup. The most peculiar case is the Ulysses, the other face of Judecca, of strange riddles in steady air, that put to rest natural causation. The regularity of the caves, uniform width, their systematic radiation exceeds any ordinary natural contrivance. What they are not helps to decipher what they are.

So if it can be borne that this tale is true, partly true, built out of truth and facts, but at the same time false in that the geography, the people, and exists only in the ether of someone's mind or fantasy, it is a lot like our lives. Enjambment maybe is its reason for being, an analogy of ourselves in transition between this world and the next, caught in forces we know little about but think we do. So as they used to say when the ships pulled in, or in the modern sense if you are caught by INS in a good mood at the airport, Welcome to Antarctica. Further likenesses of old and new occur in that the old was refuge from persecution of the European for those whose beliefs got them tortured and killed. Colonists fleeing persecution for its own sake brought their afflictions with them. It's always government and religion that people flee, and government can cover a multitude of sins, and religion. Freedom from these was the purpose of refuge, which should account suspicion on government. But while pilgrims in their fall from grace into grace have much to share with the pietist pilgrims olds, they do not share the externalization of hierarchy. Living in two worlds at once, overtly in the spiritual and physical they did not see directly into the spiritual as was required in the New. All the back places emerged and the robber as friend, was a nice way of saying the Adversary took all these forms in the physical and spiritual, but so also did the Friend. We use these euphemisms to soften the blow once vision has lifted.     

To drink up a river, snort Jordan up its nose when the sun has seven times parched the whitened foam that gives up its beasts and falls to the whirlpool throat, interwoven and fused in the devoured and devouring world, and goats stomp stars and then the fourth beast, diverse from the others, whose teeth of iron and nails of brass devour and breaks in pieces all residue under its feet, where the other three were slain, even if they had their lives prolonged for a season, then Gabriel takes orders to end this indignation. A vision of daily sacrifice where the transgression of desolation gives both sanctuary and host to be trodden under foot. When these four winds of heaven blow it is time to sail, to take thee to ship on the tossing sea.

It does reveal clues only you can find, then follows as if it knew where you were going, or where you were, should you be going. Individuals in that state bow down. A commonwealth is free to invade its own.  It wants to be caught sneaking up behind. That's the freedom universe! Where people rule the subject slave.

The only exception to these dives below the surface seeking contact, soft kill, slow kill, silent kill, the perfect beast to cull the herd, synthetic telepathy, psi tech, Smirnoff patent, programmable black metal, or clams and oysters for delicacies, Leviathan is never seen in the harbors by its devotees and invitees who are all the more attentive to make up costumes for Lev Day. They Snake Dance through streets and practice frenzies as if it were not enough that they live in Leviathan homes and wear Leviathan clothes, worship the universe as children of pride what they have not seen, well rarely. Leviathan causes the depths to boil and out of his mouth go sparks of fire and burning torches. The picture is of a creature whose passing causes upheaval. Now look at Behemoth: "If a river rages, he is not alarmed; He is confident, though Jordan rushes to his mouth."

If you yourself live between the cultures of myth in the aquarium humane, Ossian on the grass, Pythagoras, Plotinus, do not grudge to find the same soul of the world in land and water, Behemoth and Leviathan. There is a herd of Behemoth upland, not the Nazi auroch transplants that escaped after GMO. More than reconstituted mastodons, this does not account the hulk landslides. Spotted and browned, earth into mine tailings and shards of dirt and rock, then tramp up the thousand mountains to forage trees. Behemoth has no natural enemies there unless you count lightning. Neither does it breed says myth, as if  one only waits to meet its mate in leviathan. Higher up the lightning strikes are more frequent than polyploided escapes from labs,  rats as big as cars, coyotes as big as parking garages. A sapling catches fire, hisses and drips and a thorn bush whoosh. Visible invisible combine in the colonies, if one can speak of managing Behemoth.

DNA altered genealogies, lists of  foods, strange government camps, Blackbox and Red Rovers.  universal surveillance state the digital version of every telephone call made to, from and within the U.S. since 2005 but to really get to the bottom to the infinite hydra head we go to Lake Volstok Then came a time when the stone cats envisaged faery heads upon us.

Tidal influence at Old Town reaches pretty far inland. Old Dame trots out some cold fish she got. Elders swing their censers as lamps. In the water light wolf to cub, curvilinear pi, the mind sees not the eye. The standoff between draggle and pickled pig intersperses submerged ruins with dreams, Antarctic voyages waking unconscious from the ground. I'd never seen a ship that sailed that wide. In the temples, labs and board room foreheads Ezekiel saw the visions of Elohim. Galloping Galloway, Rhetors of Neptune, look at your neck; there you will find the strap.

It's hard to locate settlements the dolphin mire among zephers. The new looks like the old. That government required ship lists and oaths of allegiance, when harbor sea captains began to slump over their water jars. Some believed they were living in the Odyssey of Homer  and sought the madness of the sea joined by pietists in the settling of New Delphia, complete theologies of severance among themselves. Settlers are conscious of their  mythological status.. The future trails in the present, then becomes the past. This kind of recurrency recurs again. New Delphia occupied a harbor like Rio, but in the north. These made space for their rituals in the harbor and along the beaches looking down from bluffs like the coasts of Catterline and Prouts Neck, slump shouldered sea mounts, white snow hills in the air. Swear by the Mareotic Lake! These required allegiance to Leviathan in their piscine theology. Whether moon, Mars or some fictitious place in the standoff of distortion and convention, to paraphrasts Old Town was a marine museum. A Greece emptied of its whales. A thousand springs flow into this ake against thought and forethought. Leviathan in its Mardi Gras trades in masks and scales. They build their huts like him as a home. So their idea of life could be complete. It's one thing to polyploid a cow three times life size, too big for a Mack truck. All these are shadows of the real work of quantum codes, cables and call signs, but this technology in the wild accounts for the giant size also of Behemoth, like a tetraployed elephant.

Because they had not seen the Lev their buildings took on shapes of eels, whales, squid, materia proxima, materia remota, materia ultima. These new mystical men prove the history of the Odyssey. As Behmists of the slabby mists might purl ecstatic chapters of perfection of crystal streams over rock and ledge, or balsam pine hid in the small caves of  hillside with natural springs, Aurora hid in their language its universal matrix and Philologus esoteria prefigured. The great deliverance they felt was soon to be displayed. Not to deny fish mystics and Baptists worldwide, invisible storehouse of diverse mythmakers, that collective fiction that fathers early and later times to enable government, is followers virulent in self interest lept at the Behemoth dish while down at the other lept Leviathan, chief magistrate unlike any man today.

 

 

Save the Build

 

Being saved from the end of the world is a technicality. Save the earth? Exercise the power, Sons! Jin and Faery run up and down Group dreaming. The planes gape wide-mouth pixie dust, beat down on Captain Beefheart's Mother Ship. Infrapsychic incursion myth waddles into fact. Cracks at the end of every precessional cycle twiddle on.  Pipkin and Pop reincarnation hierarchies of the Humble-dum Medieval Renaissance Club not in Aristotle.

 

Think how huge you imagine the cavity in your tooth when the dentist is drilling.

 

 

 

It is time to consider the inevitable rupture and collapse of  empire. Some branch of physics makes it plain. Superposition. Illiterate states in verse, possible selves in the billions, if single life doth grieve.

 

Chirrup the drigs,

 the drakes and drack,

red-shonckes roninge

 and chickle shack.

 

Where all the choices made and not made lead you to set up your sail to row forth, row out of this head bound chip in the heel. You thought it was the head, but it's the heel.

You should find in the shoe of the genome back to stone your immigration status, financial records and inconsequential bios.

 

Alternative histories speculate an endless wheelbarrow of white chickens. But if someone  can assure you I feel the visual image to be two inches behind the bridge of my nose?" Or, "I feel in my hand that the water is three feet under ground," this history is censored for national security. A ship shall thou soon make. It explains the war being lost along side winning the war-lost worlds. Oh no said the sparrow I won't make a stew.

 

Such platitudes deny the Trojan tale. Who'll make the shroud to hide this great hand of the unknown cause. Oh do not ask, now is a good time to appreciate diversity. His giblets make a nice pie too. Let us go and make our visit.

 

The thrush will sing,

the bull will pull the bell.

 

Meanwhile on  Zen Thule, Whitehead and Russell say, DIVERSITY IS NEGATION. Our Jerusalem of Whitman not Dario, Washington, Solomon, Roosevelt made war on the dogs for their money, Albert and Bertie said.

 

Fidell-didell, tooteloo

alternative histories all true.

 

Ask the cuckoo and the stork, feedle three the cheek.

 Maybelline and Jack race to their pueblos to take the oath.

 Oh! What comes to blessed in the sight of all creatures yet alive?

 Who knows but the words come out of the ground, bitter and clean, made so clean it makes us see woman smooth water, pine cold air, old road, campground, cottonwoods, bear.

 

Brubaker Going Out

To get out you have to go over the bridge between gravitationally-bound clusters connecting these systems during their radiative life along the entire extension of the magnetic field.

 

The east shore of Lake Zurich has a wild brook that flows from the mountains. A bridge over the brook is named Brugg-Bach, Bridge-Brook, so his name is given before ever he knew. We account it after. Don’t they say You have to know the beginning and the end before you appreciate the middle?  

Near the brook is an old house of Bruggbacher like  the nearby village,  the g changed to a p, made “Bruppbacher” which became Brubaker and Brubacher and Bruppbacher and Brubacher and Brubpacher all the Bruppbachers got out. Over the bridge, went someplace else. So psychiatric patients renamed themselves for disease. Let'em argue with the passengers.  Multitudes were falling from trucks in Calcutta, and in Ca Ching, ca ching New York, ca ching in London, the dish jumped off the table.  Odd poems came from this like, “thou must barn thy mouse and thrash the shoe to read” just like the spoon in a book went somewhere that no one reads, where you go when escape is made.

Dis is da een 'at bruk da barn,
Dis is da een still at da corn.

GET OUT OF THE CITY KNEE.
LEAVE FOOT,
HENCE ARM AND LEG.
The Moo Hicky

Brubaker means bridge.
The great flood beneath Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and Great Basin washed away. Ohio long got booted, back the hill. Roads wind around these cliffs where the butter truck pulls up piled with bodies of fox. Yes I have seen it!, and On market day with eggs to sell you live toward knowing and the north wind blows. That bridge covered all the magnetic spectrum,

Disaster is an experiment of hawk, coyote, horse and seal. a metadata harvest of the future trip. The fifth dimension of existence is capstone event. It's not what happened, but how the story tells its dimensions. Actors set a stage for effects. The future is what will happen in the fifth. The sixth extends. Hegel has to play a part but then you knew we were training  him.

With the face, the brow, the nose among hunchbacks came a vision of faery heads to illustrate the speech. This was Brubaker's rose-preparing Fut. No need consider stone like even if black and white topographies, tunnels and roads, undermined by coal and oil fueled. We lived beside the tracks. Those who know the future pretty well stay out of the mines. Whose name is this, this name and this,  tracks the staging of this news.

Behind the broadcast event every opinion  is wrong. The single-celled actors play to the  drone. In mutual relation to each other peeled like onions, drones rule the channels. The worker bee fulfills a "higher" power, queen and hive. Bestiaries have done the natural the symbolic of our lives.  We saw drones among the neighbors spouting zapoliths, none more primary except in fantasy the stages project. to demean means we take them shibboleths, audient History.

I cannot find a shoe to fit the mouth, but turned the spit to pull my fingers out.
The pot has swallowed up and a wee crannie ladle broke different minds Undrape! Undrape! from the barn.

A twiddler twiddling a twist

Thimbikin broke the barn,
Pinnikin stole the corn.
Spiritual tuff and wad unpack,
Portions of spirit whack.

For this cause they hid the mass effects.

1) was he a black man who rode a black horse?

2) was he a pig fiddling out -- thinking to be autonomous?
3) an old sow in a terrible swoon who thought that our minds are our own?

--- I dropped heavy stones on the bridge to explode them, fastened torpedoes to the undersides of little metal sheds that housed the pollution. Overturned bales of metal never taken from wrecks, slag piles that breathed iron rails and oil from the pumping fires of unscrubbed smoke, that later white, but now black soot. Jack pulpit hid in the springs. Creosote ties, spikes, rail rock made their beds. On the floor of the firehouse nation with fire axes and mats sat Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar of the north. Alejandro-Nabucodonosor! Ophelia was still silent. Apocalypse sat in his chair, glum, with a lump of a beating heart, but a right rock in its hand.

-of a twister twisting a twist. who would not acknowledge the collective?

Held further down and written in stone creeks, the man tells all under the factories of wax You can see him for what he is, filling in the entrance, a thin layer of hard earth on top with loose soil further down in letters, "You have seen many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but you hear nothing."

Charley Wag ate the pudding and left the bag. I  threw it in the water where no one dare find.

---The amount of sleeping gas doubled on that town what we  wrote and they thought. Let loose a thing to decide the knowing unconscious many surprise. There's a continual Rapture In Progress. To finish its romance the thing had to reach another world which neither explains the current or a bird. I prefer the river. To go to sleep amd wake up in the data base naif, if it must first be known. You could teach it to pray this moment, intuit a method. Nothing about the universe had changed. We hooked memory ports into the veins, to oscillate. They call that Homo Zap'em. Hey Willie Winkle don’t cheep when  seeds are sown to make a kilowatt.

Poeop-ple of the fairy tales
save the pekldfille up and down,
saving in valleys below,
protect, pertect peoopel.

Children sliding down upon a place so thin, at last did fall and they all fell in.

---Look at the faces below the skins, the pudding-pie ridges below the plateau in mountain caves  a topography of face, a nose, the cheek, a brow that shades the eyes, one knee stuck out among hunchbacks, joined. One's a girl, which guy has got an arm around her, looking down, praying something around his shoes.

Shoulders, heads, one, two, three, long coats, hats on top, left on the rocks like ten thousand flee. Brush off the cobwebs of sky. People who play with the clouds of herringbone put them down. Some unborn eye hidden in a cliff, toddles the rocks.

Another arm sticking out to brush cobwebs off of sky. You know what that is? A Dilly dander bird on a fat roost monk. Don’t have names for them all, the samurai behind the back, elbow down in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders right, entities of Collective Mind.

Yes we had a picture up but it was the only thing on so we took it down. You can assay it yourself by image search, but beware the eyes and the shine, the tilt of head and hair. What depraved can come in the communities of hell. The insensible loosed acceptance of the thing we all dread to know. Twitter in a major element, Smart 9-11 biometric names, numbers.

This is the one
that broke the barn,
that ate the corn.

I know the truth the fourth beast stomp, diverse. Teeth of iron and nails of brass to break in pieces all residue with its feet where the other three were slain. Yes when the four winds blow then goats stomp stars and then Leviathan comes for the lettuce, a gigantic tadpole, followed by lexicographer, a pestilent fellow

This great fish would seem to fail,
a great fish without a sail,
    hauling pillars and high arched roof
ribs blunt and thunder-proof
  follows to its whirlpool fall
 that drinks up seas, and eats up all.
 Jostle islands, shake firm rock
From its flail-finned and steel-beak locks.


***peertect du peoplez.
***

Possession renamed the users beneath the water as Ford families, Sony people.  Genuine interiority changed for commercial identity. This said, we were doing well. UK planetary agents had mutated fifteen dimensions.

This is the one that ran away
and like the one that came to tea
it had a thing but did not  know,
it did a thing it did not do.

The cock on the wood pile was blowing his horn.

Dis da een 'at ran awa' on,
dis da ' 'tell ya it a' on.

Who are you, up before your time? Little Horn! Alouette! Zip zapped its horn, unzipped unseen. Undredged divots of lariet-like swings of pigment, loops and swirls, where did they go?  They go "in that day to where one shall take up a parable against you with a doleful lamentation."

My tongue, every atom of blood form'd from this soil, this air, Poet of Body and Soul, Guten noir.

oOOO OOOooo

 

Hope who you think I’m talkin to everyand.

 

Glossary

 

The psychic accompaniment to Taking Off is a series of melodic and harmonic signals forgot. Forget the meaning and hear the sound, forget the sound and hear, in other words slide down ultima Thule. Every sound on a spectrograph is visual we hear and  but always with the subject that endows words with liberty, not pin them down to one meaning, the useful meaning, which makes us catch the train, pass the exam, text on the phone, the wildest, freest, most irresponsible, most unteachable of all things fold their wings and die unless the truth they try to catch is many-sided, and they convey it by being themselves many-sided, flashing this way, then that. Thus they mean one thing to one person, another thing to another; are unintelligible to one generation, plain as a pikestaff to the next. Do you own a pikestaff? Because of this complexity that they survive. A word is not a single and separate entity, but part of other words, part of a sentence where we combine old words in new orders so that they survive because they do not live in dictionaries but in the mind, variously and strangely as people live, falling in love, mating together. They do not like being examined separately but hang together, in sentences, in paragraphs, sometimes for whole pages at a time, hate being useful, hate making money, hate being lectured about in public, hate anything that stamps them with one meaning or confines them to one attitude, for it is their nature to change. They also like to pause, become unconscious. One sentence in the bespelderd earth verse floor,  entire languages at our beck and call, one sentence, a paragraph, whole pages-- CALL!.

 

    from My Epigonist Woolk

Ishtar Behave!

 

That’s what they say when they’re together, Ishtar and the Presidents. She was called to the Altar  when starchitects built the gigantic stage. Much like the buildings and art of that style world-wide, the iconic Altar and the Denver  frieze of Gigantomachy were prima facie larger than life. The Ishtar Gate in the foreground enclosed the podium.

 

These Ishtarocrat designs suggest Ishtar was thought a harmless myth by the presidents the same way Joseph Campbell said myths are essentially powerless since they are inside people and mirror only their internal states as “world dreams.” They evoke feeling, but never states of being. When fact is myth myth turns to fact. Do not enter these archaeometrics, these buildings without whole armor.

 

Iraqi Freedom Camp as American Captivity

 

Instead of Mr. Obama’s fascination with Ishtar being myth, it superimposed the reality of the Iraq war as a metaphysical women weeping for Tammuz, impacting the proto-Semitic Akkadians of Jericho, Megiddo and Ai, and when the lands of Sumer and Akkad south of Baghdad bounded the Tigris, Euphrates and Persian Gulf  united under one king, it was as ignorant to deny this as calling Sesostris an immigrant,   or the Trojan Horse a tribute.

 

All the fabulous shock and awe of the assault of Bush on Iraq was revisited in America by the spiritual Obama. The principle is this, push something down here and it comes up over there. There must be reaction to action. It has nothing to do with public relations justice. Whatever the Iraq War was really about, even though it began with another President it made no difference. The war was for the office, not the man, for Saddam Hussein and his gods. Given license, designed from long ago. So it was said that “Americans think they can conquer territory, appropriate whatever riches and leave the rest behind. When they left Iraq its gods came along.”  If you would have told that President Obama that Ishtar was his campaign goddess he’d have laughed.That’s how Ishtar showed up in Denver, by the superimposition of the Babylonian gods upon America begun years before, which included the construction of the Washington Monument  (Egyptian stele), the Capitol Dome and the dollar bill. So old hat as to be meaningless.

Inviting the Arab to the mosque before Iraq, so to speak, less remote than ever tenets of Islam state that America annexed herself to Babylon and Egypt in retribution for its aggression (under no less an authority than Gurdjieff).  Iraq being spiritual Babylon, that is how Ishtar got to Denver with her Pergamon backdrop; she was also enshrined in Congress. Where else but in Congress would Ishtar be? The Capitol Dome as a kind of Dome

of the Rock took over Republicans and Democrats. All Urukians took Ishtar as the officiate at  President Obama’s ascendency. Did Americans know that in conquering they were conquered? Aggression is so two-edge. Being outside ordinary ken, it is not ours to question if this phenomenon is real.

 

There here was another work in this series of political metaphysics called Shock and Awe on Animals of Iraq that was filled with the cries and brays of terror of pets that went unnoticed in reports. Those touching tales told by children  show how nations that experience Babylonian captivity undergo such an amazing cross pollination.

 

Among many instances the Jews who came out of Babylon Captivity never said the name of their God again! They got the Babylonian Talmud and the Zohar in exchange for the Diaspora, loss of tribe and Name.

 

 In his  Isotexture Start Lectures  the Kurk Wold name was found to contain all the letters of Uruk, except one, the spiritual capital of Babylon,  but one, revisited in the U for the K. Much is capable here of hermetic expansion as America’s captivity in architecture and undertecture enlarges and diminishes the scale. The President’s act of genius with the Pergamum altar and the Ishtar Gate transformed America. Considering the long reach of the Babylonian Captivity upon the Jews, who changed their entire religion under its influence and adopted entirely new symbology, Babylonian captivities in general and the captive taking in particular are a symbol of the later human takings. Taken from Babylon to the Pergamon Museum in Berlin, where Mr. Obama visited on his previous trip, images of the Ishtar Gate and the Altar of Pergamos were mostly unrecognized by the press at the Denver acceptance. Pundits saw images of the Lincoln Memorial in the background, or Dr. Martin Luther King on the Denver stage. Some saw the pillars of  the White House on the altar where saints had been slain.  Some saw Greek columns. To really get it you have to combine the Altar with the Ishtar Gate in your mind’s eye, or you can just look at the pic below.  If you have trouble seeing, step back and squint, imagine, I wonder if you can, there’s no countries. Imagine no religion I guess that’s no surprise.  Imagine just an aura, blue as blue could be for frogs in the frying pan. Oo, ooo, I hope you’ll join us so the world can be as one.

 

“What a big smile you have

grandma.”

Isabelle Mac,  “A Trickery”

 

Weimar Germany could not believe its Nazi fanatics. Before Napoleon and the French Revolution, Cromwell could not believe in the King. They believed they had it coming. “If you were not put to death you could look up at the guillotine.”

Memories of the guillotine were the memories of the living in that myth to Christianize our pagan culture, (Boyd (13). “When men of peace brought war the American people said, ‘who knew, who knew,’ which they said also when they found out what Washington did when he rose into heaven.” Like owls,

Who knew?

Who knew?

 

 

The Capitol Dome showed its presumption in that Starchitecture as a monument to glory, Rome, self praise, but not the same praise as ‘I sing myself and what I assume you shall assume’ for the *iconoperor had no clothes.” Icono-plastys saw a thousand times what world domination can do in the English character that ruled  the Tabasco  agriculture on the Tyson Chicken farm. The icono Dome compared itself with Michelangelo’s  Sistine Chapel in proportion, for “while there the Biblical *iconographer

 

creation expands, in the Dome the gods cavort.” So if the U. S. was not explicitly mentioned in the Bible, and Rome, Babylon and Russia were. Red states were concerned. “America is there,” Wold said, “it’d best not have been. Memories are short, and then came the internet so now we forget.” Whoever first said congress was a brothel for hire had implicit support from

the Ishtar Hotel, with the novel reason that “disregarding the salutary example of Gilgamesh to resist, Congress got rich buying and selling. Congress got Ishtar rich too, for she was the one who turned them frogs.”

 

The Capitol Dome represented  symbolic control of the gods celebrated by writers from the Renaissance and before, who, “lived deliciously with Babylon City, Mystery Babylon,” of whom it is as hard to find an image in Western art as it is of the gold statue of Nebuchadnezzar. Wold brought one all the way from the Revelation of the Apocalypse 18: “a catalogue to represent global capital and world domination,  multi- national corporations traduced to impoverish nations and people of the world. Babylon City/Woman, a picture of bond traders and

merchants of world capital,

Alexander died in the palace built by Nebuchadnezzar

global internationals unmasked in the intercourse of traffic whose fortunes make “an idolatrous cult of Mammon, a cult that can only merit the name ‘fornication,’ [said Ricardo Foulkes (El Apocalipsis De San Juan, 189)]. Extending the prophecy of St. John to contemporary global capital the Americas were polarized and crucified (Callahan, Ortega, Kidd on Wainwright) by the same enemy Ruben Dario saddled as Alejandro-Nabucodonosor,  Alexander- Nebuchadnezzar, ‘breaking horses and murdering tigers;’ the stones of Tyre, Babylon unbuilt like one day pieces of that dome sold to the cry of vendors of the Berlin Wall, pieces of Dome for Patriots, weave a circle round him thrice, shunned by atheists on the runway of the New World, with an entire heaven in danger of being sucked down.” Then, Wold said,  “Washington would join the gods in a miscegenate swirl to funnel with the sound.”

 

 The morning that “Washington Welcomed Lincoln Into Heaven.” the

E Pluribus Unum, MONSTER WAR ACCORD WAS not yet written. Their adversaries used it to strangle them.” If it sounds like war turns earth to tyranny, according to Ishtarchitectery that was why presidents held the myth office in place of Osiris. What will happen when Ishtar finds out? Will there never be peace among the gods?

Authorities laugh at their own myths. “God in their belief is an alien,” they said. “They believe in ET, not FEMA boxcars and Monarch Children, the systemic poisoning of their own timeblinking misalignments of corporeal time-centers, yes, shown  on TV bigger than life, but everything outside the protocols they deny. Wold says the fate is All the better to eat you with my dear Prometheus.

 

Death was nothing except life unresisted.  Immortality was a sham. While you lived you lived.  The promise of immortality produced an inability to enjoy the life that was. Free to live, work, suffer without the heroic measures  science forced like white pear blossoms in winter. New livers, new kidneys, new hearts, new fingers and toes were their death not as individuals, but as a race. Stalking horse of the immortal!  It was better to die than receive such controls. They were so busy trying to stay alive they couldn’t live. Science substituted neurosis for long life for life, without corrective choice. Get the windows update, reprogram genes, a new heart, remain iatrogenic in tubes, beakers, DNA samples, cryonic tanks. Die while you live. Live when you die. Ted Williams was frozen in a bucket to maybe raise him up with science in that day and contradict all that life held good, life on the ground with the girl, a wife, and children under sky in fields.

 

They eventually brought back Ted Williams and he killed himself, asked to be reburied like Elphenor did of Odysseus, the wise Greek. Odysseus buried Elphenor to honor daily life, but he was not half divine like Achilles so Odysseus rejected immortality. He was also faithful. But here’s the point, what Odysseus did to the suitors is what men finally did to Zeus and the Anunnaki for ten thousand thousand crimes against humanity and woman. As Odysseus protected Penelope, impaled suitor wolves on a bier, men did to the gods who hunted women. Greek, Babylonian, the crimes of Zeus…god crimes against humanity were that huge.

 

Revelation of the Goden Age

                               

Cephalus Aurora, Poussin

If the Golden Age hides conceptual faux pax, compare Titian’s Pastoral Concert here for hidden grotesques.

 

 

Prospectors of  Gilgamesh, Babylon and Berlin deep in the politics of the Novus Ordo Seclorum of the American seal predicted a gentle life without care.  Ruins Of Pergamos  An obvious star-chitecture  of its own, With the sweet Golden Age of Hesiod and Homer, was called Christian for its three harvests of Apollo - Apollyon, or as the Hebrews say, Abaddon, the golden age up rose from Nimrod's plain.  Christians took that old compound from Virgil's Fourth Symphony as a celebration of  the prophecy of Christ, but Roman starchitects had prepared the age for another,  the ultimate god-emperor married  religion and state, latest applied to American Capitol Dome.

Domitian before his nose job

 

The Great Seal lacked a cross, but had a hexagram above a pyramid as the Eye of Horus! No mystery of the Golden Age of Greece and Rome, Babylon and Egypt. America was the eye on the dollar bill, resembled ancient mystical starchitectures like those to which Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego refused to bow.

 

Treading every thin ice, Domitian translated this worship of god-emperor revered from King Nebuchadnezzar of the Neo-Babylonian empire (c. 600 BC) to Rome.That first century altar of Pergamos duplicated on the Denver stage for the candidate of twenty-o-eight, Pergamos was  a center of emperor worship before Constantine made the ecclesiastical state join religion and politics. Pergamum worship of gods, like in the Ishtar Hotel, got them into Gigantomachy Frieze

the Bible.

St. John said Pergamos was “the place where Satan dwells,” not too great a recommendation for the candidate, therefore a figure of speech. The Roman emperor-god was what is called today among transgenics, an evolved creature who had once been a man, which resonates extremely well in the manufacture of god-men of the underground (Severed Heads), especially in the eastern provinces. The triumphator had whole buildings and  complexes (neocorates)  dedicated to worship. Man-god-emperor, it would be as if the president declared himself divine and enshrined himself among the gods on the Capitol Dome ! It would be as though worshipers must either venerate or die, which much more identifies what happened at Pergamos at that huge altar, than what happened later at its opening in Germany.

 

“The image of the emperor that Pergamans worshipped with their gods was revived in Denver.” If that’s good news try also that the demons of  ancient Pergamos could not bear that their sacrifices were being ruined by Antipas, who was casting them out. The governor told him to cease and desist, that the old gods were better than the new, that the religion of the Greeks and

Romans was better than the Christian because improved with time. Impolitic Antipas responded that while Cain was older than Abel, it was Abel who was accepted by God, not Cain.

 

Do not engage in free speech debate since the outcome is always the same. The Governor won when Antipas refused to put incense in the red hot copper bull kettle, which would have been taken as an act of adoration to the emperor. Antipas was thrown into the kettle the way Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego when Nebuchadnezzar threw them in the furnace for not bowing down to his gold god. They said, “know O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have made.” So Antipas joined Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.  In late medieval Switzerland they would drown their Mennonites in a bag or drag them behind boats for their executions. The Swiss lacked the devotion to the fire.

[Accounts of the fiery furnace in midrash Canticles Rabbah say Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah (Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego) asked Ezekiel (Hazqiyal) whether they should resist Nebuchadnezzar's command and take death by fire instead of worshiping his idol.

Ishtar Gate

 

When they had left, determined to sacrifice their lives,  Ezekiel was told: "You believe I will abandon them, but that shall not happen; let them carry out their intention and see. Ezekiel's famous resuscitation of the dead is said to have occurred the same day the three were cast in the furnace.]

 

 

 

These Golden Age Pergamans got rich when The Ishtar Gate was stolen by the Germans in the 19th century and sent to Berlin. In ancient times the gates represented political and religious authority in one. Masked as archeological sites, the true purpose of the Berlin acquisition remains speculative.  No one suspects that the true purpose was…. That Gate would have seen condemned captives from all over the world, from Old Jerusalem to the Shiites of the Iraq War. Cakes  baked with Ishtar's face (Jeremiah 44) were sold to those being led out. But if Babylon Gilgamesh is Iraq and Iraq is Uruk, and Mr. Obama stands as a counterpart to Uruk’s Gilgamesh, then when Gilgamesh rejected Ishtar, Ishtar the beautiful, the irresistible, why did not Obama reject her too? This was a controversery among the councils of the No, a secret political think tank tasked to explain these matters.

Ishtar’s lovers turned up dead, Ishtar who wanted to seduce them all.   Gilgamesh would not. The Present Gilgamesh must not have known what Ishtar meant when she invited him.

 

Gilgamesh caressing Ishtar’s palace dogs

 

The goddess wanted the office of the king President.

Her love signs, lapis, lion, and blue gold with allure enflamed a man’s blood. Ishtar the First! had wings and claws.

"Give me the seed of your body, give me your semen;[she said]

Plant your seed in the body of Ishtar. Abundance will follow riches beyond the telling"  (David Ferry, 29).

 

But cross her and she would make you deformed. Considering this we might wonder, how could Ishtar lay claim a whole chain of  Washington Hotels? For in the language of the poem the man was discarded as the broken wing of the bird, the lion who fell in the pit, the horse hobbled in mud, the goatherd turned to a wolf.

 

When the tempted gardener in the Uruk palace was offered a go, her lust was that great –she said, "touch me where you dare not, touch me here, touch me where you want to, touch me here" (31), --but the gardener didn’t want to "eat the rotten food / having been taught to eat the wholesome.”  She turned him into a frog. That is literary fact about which we should ask the President and his Chief of Staff. Wah, wah! Does she complain of him like Gilgamesh, that “Gilgamesh found out and told all my foulness" (32). This concerns the body politic. Gridlock in DC!

She was "the door through which the cold gets in, the fire that goes out, the pitch that sticks to the hands of

the one who carries the bucket, the house that falls down, the shoe that pinches the foot of the wearer,

The ill-made wall that buckles when time has gone by. The leaky water skin soaking the carrier.

 

-She was the door by- chemical wood-she was la belle dame sans merci sans mud.-

 

No wonder captivity felt so good. It got the better of the captive when Ishtar and Pergamon came to Denver. Nobody believed it then either, but what about the team? Not the Broncos! the Democrats! “Ishtar took center stage that night in beautiful blue.” The nominee accepted from the middle of the image 

 "Abundance will follow, riches without telling. The lapis and aurochs and cedar down the way of lions we will fulfill.” 

Would the promise of the beautiful Ishtar turn him to a frog?  No journalist saw a giant bull kettle off stage, roasting on the coals.