A classic story from Hinduism:
Lord Shiva and his Shakti, the goddess Parvati, are enjoying each other's company. She asks him which of her avatars he prefers, certain he will say it is her present form as Parvati, the most virtuous and peaceful of all mothers. But no! He says he prefers her as Kali, the bloodthirsty black goddess of death, for he prefers her in her most insanely chaotic form, when she tramples all over him and his creation.
Now, remember, Lord Shiva was originally Lord Pashupati of the more ancient Vedic Civilization, "lord of the animals" with legs crossed and gigantic horns on his head, in other words, the Cernunnos of the Celtic people and the Great God Pan of the Ancient Greeks.
Having bled out and been reduced to nothing more than a cold piece of meat for six hours nearly seven years ago, I now KNOW who the Creator of the Universe happens to be up at Chokmah, among the stars and beyond the stars. So let's reinterpret the story above:
The Great God Pan and his Shekinah, the Virgin Mary, are enjoying each other's company. She asks him which of her avatars he prefers, certain he will say it is her present form as the Virgin Mary, the most virtuous and peaceful of all mothers. But no! He says he prefers her as Babylon the Great, the bloodthirsty, filthy whore of Revelations, for he prefers her in her most insanely chaotic form, when she tramples all over him and his creation.
Our creator the Great God Pan is the ultimate rock star among the gods, after all. He drinks, plays terrible music really loud, and he loves his whores. The Apocalypse is just the latest story he's telling to keep himself entertained.
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If this is not Nyarlathotep IRL, I don't know what is:
"The dark man, who was bandaged all over, instructed me on what I needed to do. He would come late at night out of the woods and tell me dark things, *tell me of glorious places beyond our earth*.” - Former pastor of Hosanna Church (Hammond, Louisiana), Louis Lamonica, Jr.
He confessed to being the head of a Satanic ring in 2005. At the time police feared up to 25 children could have fallen victim. A corrupt police deputy was allegedly involved, and they claimed that what they did to the children allowed for "strange possessions and transformations".
This was the inspiration for the series "True Detective" (season 1).
"...glorious places beyond our earth."
To the Ancient Greeks, the *sound of pipes from heaven* was an indication from the Great God Pan (nature) that a great disaster was near, and people should flee the cities and find shelter in the caves, deep in the wilderness.
The pipes of Pan saved humanity (but not civilization) from past floods and fires from above.
The most ancient religion of Tibet is the "Bon" faith, which was brought to them from northeastern Persia in the 5th century BC. The founder of the Bon faith, known as Shenrab to the Tibetans, was known as *Mithras* to the Persian/Aryan immigrants who came from the region of Elam.
Shenrab/Mithras was said to have descended from Heaven 18,000 years ago to "Slay the Bull", meaning to defeat the primitive Sun-worshipping religions with his own, that of the *Black Sun*.
(this is going to sound vulgar) The Black Sun was explained to represent the primordial goddess who gave birth to all things, the "Kala (Kali)" who was originally nothing more than a "gaping void", nothing more than a giant, abyssmal, cosmic vagina from which all things spiritual or physical emerged.
The Nazis recognized this as the root of their own Aryan beliefs; in Norse mythology, Ginnungagap ("gaping abyss", "yawning void") is the primordial sacred feminine principle, from which Ymir first emerged; he was a cosmic giant with massive horns of divine power (and from Ymir's sacrifice Yggdrasil, the Tree of the World was born).
So the Nazis recognized the Tibetan Bon faith as an untainted (unchristianized) form of Aryanism, and quickly embraced and assimilated the concept of the Black Sun to their deepest, darkest dogma.
The Third Reich (and now probably the Fourth) have at it's secret core *pure Mithras-introduced goddess-worship, revolving around the primordial black hole which acts as both creator and destroyer of our Universe*.
Pan living in a damp cave, basically.
I think I've found the reason why "space is an altar", and why "no one is going anywhere":
"Tolkien's legendarium addresses the spherical Earth paradigm by depicting a catastrophic transition from a flat to a spherical world, in which Aman, the continent where Valinor lay, was removed "from the circles of the world". The only remaining way to reach Aman was the so called Straight Road, *a hidden route leaving Middle-earth's curvature through sky and space which was exclusively known and open to the Elves*, who were able to navigate it with their ships."
The "land of the gods", which was once on Earth, is now among the stars, and the only way to leave our world and travel there is forbidden to human beings. Oh, and the Great God Pan is quite clearly a combination of Eru and Morgoth.
I'm thinking Lemuria, which was once in the South Pacific (where a huge piece of the Earth's crust is now missing at the bottom of the ocean), might have been the original "Garden of Eden", now the Lemurian Star, wherever that is (Venus? Sirius?).
"Tolkien said little of Tom Bombadil's origins, and the character does not fit neatly into the categories of beings Tolkien created. Bombadil calls himself the "Eldest" and the "Master". He claims to remember "the first raindrop and the first acorn", and that he "knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless—before the Dark Lord came from Outside". When Frodo asks Goldberry just who Tom Bombadil is, she responds simply by saying "He is", which some have taken as a reference to God's statement "I Am that I Am".
The One Ring has no power over Bombadil; he can see Frodo when the Ring makes him invisible to others, and can wear it himself with no effect. He even tosses the Ring in the air and makes it disappear, but then produces it from his other hand and returns it to Frodo.
(Bombadil is most probably Eru Himself in human form.)
Tom was a paradoxical individual, one moment defeating ancient forces with hardly an effort, the next capering and singing nonsensical songs. He lived with his wife Goldberry, "Daughter of the River"."
These idiots keep kissing up to the Great God Pan, as they did at the Gotthard ceremony and practically always done at CERN, thinking he can be bribed somehow, but...
Don't they remember what happened to Pompeii? If you summon the Demiurge/Gatekeeper, *and he doesn't approve of what you've been doing*, he will ANNIHILATE your sorry a**, cover your remains in smoldering ashes.
Same thing at Mohenjo-Daro, near the end of the Vedic Civilization; they summoned him as Lord Pashupati, and then, suddenly, that whole city got NUKED. Thousands of years ago.
Re-watching Hannibal season 3, I was reminded of pictures leaked on the internet over a year ago (now scrubbed towards infinity) of Kamala Harris and some of her friends attending a *Hannibal Lecter-themed soirée*, with an actual fully roasted human being as the centerpiece, with garnishes, a grotesque scene inspired by an episode of precisely H s3, and I realized something:
These predatory psychopaths have the exact same mindset as the character of Hannibal (minus the genius intellect); he, in the series, believes God to be a combination of both Cernunnos and Lord Shiva, both a Creator and a Destroyer, both good and evil as one. So his actions are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, he might as well enjoy the worst part of himself and be cruel.
But what if he/they are wrong? What if Cernunnos/Lord Shiva (Pan) DOES judge us in the end, because the rules that apply to Him do NOT apply to us?
Even the Biblical God admitted that evil originally came from Him. That doesn't mean he won't punish the wicked.
For the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, born in 1772, the god Pan represented ‘intelligence blended with a darker power, deeper, mightier, and more universal than the conscious intellect of man; than intelligence’ itself. ‘Biographia Literaria,’ ch. XXI (1817).
"The novel 3001: Final Odyssey begins with a brief prologue describing the bioforms – dubbed the First-Born – who created the black monoliths. They evolved from "primordial soup", and over the course of millions of years, became a space-faring species. Perceiving that nothing was more precious than "mind", they catalysed the evolution of intelligent species wherever they went, by increasing the intelligent species' chance of survival. After visiting Earth, the First-Born found a way to impress themselves into the fabric of space and time, becoming effectively immortal. Meanwhile, the monoliths—implied to have been forgotten by their creators when they ascended to a higher state of being—continued to watch over their subjects."
What if the "Black Cube of Saturn" IRL is essentially the same? An abandonned A.I. still ruling over humanity, in a crazy and cruel manner, in the absence of it's God-like creator?
Carl Sagan was inspired to write "Contact" by the "Wow" signal, which emerged from nearby Galactic Center in 1977, a day before the death of Elvis Presley.
WELL...
On February 6th 2011,
"An Anomalous SETI Signal
Explanation: No one knows for sure what caused this signal. There is a slight possibility that it just might originate from an extraterrestrial intelligence. The bright colors on the blue background indicate that an anomalous signal was received here on Earth by a radio telescope involved in a Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence (SETI)."
https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap110206.html
This is the very night I travelled to meet the Great God Pan among the stars, and returned a new man, his Apostle, essentially.
*SETI-type signals are most probably direct interactions between divine beings and mere mortals.*
It had never occured to me that my "trip" to the stars might have been *literal*.
«Встреча с Великим Богом Паном среди звёзд.»
Это было моё введение в сверхъестественное 6 февраля 2011 года, провинция Квебек:Я совершил самоубийство из-за разбитого сердца и трёхлетней депрессии, перерезав две артерии. Моё тело нашли почти шесть часов спустя. Полицейские и парамедики фактически считали меня мёртвым на месте, поскольку я явно истёк кровью (хотя обычно они так не делают, дожидаясь, пока тело доставят в больницу). Они были в полном шоке, когда я внезапно снова начал дышать.
После шестичасового околосмертного опыта я очень медленно выходил из чего-то похожего на кому — краткие моменты сознания то здесь, то там, но я ничего из этого не помнил и, по-видимому, ничего не говорил. Мать рассказала мне, что в первый раз, когда она пришла навестить меня в больнице, вскоре после операции, когда я был ещё практически в коме, она ясно услышала голос своей сестры в комнате с нами. Тётя говорила ей: «Мне так жаль, я была такой эгоисткой, мне так жаль…» снова и снова. Это до смерти напугало мою мать — настолько, что она была глубоко потрясена даже год спустя.
Я, естественно, не рассказал ей о всём своём опыте на той стороне. Самое начало моего ОСО буквально заключалось в падении во тьму, пока не осталось ничего, кроме… «негативного существования». Затем появились звёзды, и ещё звёзды, пока я не смог увидеть то, что идеально передано на картине, которую я сделал (я чувствовал себя пылинкой, плывущей в космосе по сравнению с НИМ). Я вошёл в состояние неописуемого общения с Великим Богом Паном в его высшей космической форме, выглядевшим так, будто он был сделан из всех звёзд и галактик Вселенной. Я был воспитан христианином, но никогда не обладал Верой. Всё, что я знал о Пане, — это классическое представление о боге пастухов, играющем на свирели.
Когда я наконец оказался там, перед НИМ, на границе, отделяющей существование от негативного существования, слова были не нужны — я ЗНАЛ, произошло… что-то вроде духовного осмоса? Пан посмотрел на меня краем глаза и улыбнулся мне понимающе, а затем я упал в его бесконечно спиралевидные бараньи рога, буквально сотканные из ткани космоса, и оказался идущим вниз по винтовой лестнице из чёрного камня. Не совсем лестница на самом деле — просто ступени, вероятно, из оникса, парящие над бездной. После довольно долгого спуска по ониксовым ступеням я нашёл свою тётю совершенно безжизненной на лестнице (она насильственно покончила с собой пятью годами раньше), и она сказала: «Я потеряна больше, чем когда-либо, это Бездна, я потеряна больше, чем когда-либо». Не раздумывая, я взял её за руку и ответил: «Ты больше не потеряна, я нашёл тебя». Она подняла глаза, полные жизни снова, и на этом всё — следующее, что я помню, — это пробуждение в больнице несколько дней спустя.
Примерно через месяц я был в публичной библиотеке (читал как можно больше о Пане, мифологии, оккультизме, околосмертных переживаниях… пытаясь сложить общую картину, сравнивая свой опыт с другими), когда заметил высокую, молодую, красивую женщину, которая смотрела на меня и улыбалась. Она казалась знакомой, но я не мог вспомнить, кто это. Внезапно меня осенило, что это явно была моя тётя, выглядевшая так, как в моём детстве, когда ей было около двадцати. Когда я обернулся, она буквально исчезла. Я рационализировал это как непреднамеренное путешествие вроде «Орфея, спускающегося в Подземный мир, чтобы спасти душу любимого человека». В наши дни, ради всего святого. С тех пор я её больше не видел. А моя жизнь теперь, от пробуждения до сна, посвящена тайнам Пана.
Я нашёл смысл в своей жизни и чувствую глубокую потребность быть «евангелистом» в этом, рассказывать другим, рассказывать всему миру. Через интернет и различные небольшие нишевые издания я рассказал свою историю почти 23 000 людям на разных языках, особенно в языческих сообществах, и обнаружил две вещи о человеческой природе:
И ультраправые, и ультралевые экстремисты внутри языческого сообщества категорически, нутром отвергают существование богов. Они верят только в чисто символические интерпретации и, может быть, в реинкарнацию, но на этом всё — никакой высшей духовной силы, и
Некоторые люди на самом деле были наполнены радостью от моей истории и поверили мне без колебаний, а пара из них даже желает стать моими «апостолами» и распространять слово. Что должно показать вам, как легко стать лидером культа, хотя я не являюсь лидером культа какого бы то ни было рода, предпочитаю оставаться анонимным и никогда не зарабатывал на этом ни копейки.
Если вы опубликуете это, называйте меня «JB, просто JB» (Моё настоящее имя, между прочим, Джеймс Дуглас; Дональд — мой пожилой отец, мы живём вместе и используем один и тот же email по практическим соображениям.)
Это картина, которую я сделал из того, что увидел
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