Saturday 18 October 2014

The Gnosticism of Legos

The Man Upstairs (YAWH) / The Demiurge.

Q: Who is God in The Matrix?

A: In The Matrix, God is still God.

But The Architect is god of the Matrix, in The Matrix.

The Great Architect of the Universe 


There is some good research which suggests that Moses and the Pharoah Akenhaten (brother to Tutenkamen) were in fact one and the same person

You see "Moses" is a title - it means "Heir Aparent"; it isn't a name.

So "Moses" and his followers hook up with this entity, this "god" - who doesn't introduce himself properly.

"I AM THAT I AM!"

And Akenhaten's radical belief system, his Monotheism did not jibe with the prevailing Egyptian Consciousness at the time - and so, Akenhaten, and his Cult of YAWH, and their (uniquely partisan and intercessory) pet god out of Khmet (Egypt), out of Afrika, and into exile in West Asia.




A blog dedicated to finding every cup of Starbucks coffee in Fight Club

I see at least four in this picture.

It has quad cup-holders.


Wyldstyle: I don't think he's ever had an original thought... in his life.

Emmet: [chuckles] That's not true. For instance, one time I wanted a bunch of my friends over to watch TV, not unlike this TV that just showed up magically. And not everybody can fit on my one couch, and I thought to myself, well, what if there's such a thing as a bunkbed but as a couch? Introducing the double decker couch! So everyone could watch TV together and be buddies!

Wyldstyle: That's literally the dumbest thing I ever heard.

Vitruvius: Please, Wyldstyle, let me handle this. That idea is just the worst.



"Beer"

Matt: The generic packaging looks particularly striking when viewed alongside this summer’s crop of blockbusters and their grossly excessive product placement, from Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson playing sidekicks to Google in The Internship to Superman fighting for truth, justice, and IHOP’s Rooty Tooty Fresh ’N Fruity Breakfast in Man Of Steel. In that context, “food,” “drink,” and the rest feel like a sharp jab at the future of brand integration, which had just begun to pick up steam in the wake of E.T. and his unquenchable thirst for Reese’s Pieces. As Tasha notes, the decision to use generic packaging was born of economic necessity, but it also functions as a defiant rebuke to the early days of product placement—a very punk gesture, indeed.

"Food"


Nathan: Product placement is all about creating favorable distinctions between products that are pretty much the same. But the emphasis on making everything generic in Repo Man makes all products seem equally shitty and flawed, just as the film reveals pretty much all belief systems and subcultures to be shitty and flawed, so there’s a furtive philosophical component to this running gag as well.

"Products"

Repo Man Forum: punk, consumerism, identity, and L.A.


Loki: Do you think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of this realm? There are passages between worlds to which even you, with all your gifts, are blind. 

Fabuland - Like Pepperland, only with crazy animal heads.

Emmet: Hey, uh, listen. Do you think you can explain to me why I'm dressed like this? And what those big words in the sky were all about? And, like, where we are... in time?

Lucy: Your home, Bricksburgh, is one of many realms in the universe. There's also this one, Pirates Cove, Knights Club, Vikings Landing, Clown Town, and a bunch of others we don't even mention. Lord Business, or as you think you know him, President Business, stole the Kragl, the most powerful object in the universe...

[in slow dreamy voice]
Lucy: ... blah, blah, blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff... I'm so pretty. I like you. But I'm angry with you for some reason...




"Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread."

—H. P. Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror"






Duplo: We are from the planet Duplo, and we're here to destroy you.

Emmet: Oh, man.

"Jews or Berries"



"They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died."



"... the Old or Ancient Ones, the Elder Gods, of cosmic good, and those of cosmic evil, bearing many names, and themselves of different groups, as if associated with the elements and yet transcending them: for there are the Water Beings, hidden in the depths; those of Air that are the primal lurkers beyond time; those of Earth, horrible animate survivors of distant eons."





Never Tear Us Apart - The Paula Yates Interview, 1998


The coroner, Paul Knapman, said the amount she snorted would not have killed an addict, but as "an unsophisticated taker of heroin" Miss Yates had no tolerance to the drug.

Recording a verdict of death by non-dependent abuse of drugs, he told the court: "The evidence does not point to this being a deliberate act of suicide. It seems most improbable that she would attempt to kill herself with her daughter in the house. Her behaviour was foolish and incautious."

Miss Yates, 41, died at her home in Notting Hill, west London, on September 17, after moving back from a break in Hastings.

The last adult to see her was a former heroin addict she had met at the Priory clinic, but her four-year-old daughter Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily, whose father Michael Hutchence died three years ago, was alone with her when she died.

Pathologist Iain West told the court he had found morphine in her blood, but no trace of alcohol or other illegal drugs.

"The powerful narcotic drug depressed the cells of the brain which basically stopped her breathing," he said.

Miss Yates's close friend Belinda Brewin, who visited her on the evening before her death, told the court: "She was slightly staggering, her eyelids were drooping, she was slightly incoherent. I could tell that she had been taking drugs.

"I said, 'What the hell are you doing this for after all this time?' She hadn't taken drugs, illegal drugs, for nearly two years. She said it was the pressure of being back in London."

After bathing Miss Yates because she had been sick, Mrs Brewin left the star in a "quite coherent" state. Unknown to Mrs Brewin, Charlotte Korshak, a former heroin addict, was upstairs throughout the visit and was the last person to see Miss Yates.

Miss Korshak, 21, told police that Miss Yates had taken heroin, cocaine, ecstasy and acid "from time to time".

But she said she did not see Miss Yates take any drugs on September 16 and when asked by the coroner if she had supplied Miss Yates with illegal drugs replied: "Absolutely not." She told the court she left her friend "fine, in a really good mood, happy".

Miss Yates's body was found by her longstanding friend Josephine Fairley Sams, who visited the house after trying to call her repeatedly. She was let in by Tiger Lily. "I rushed upstairs to tell Paula to wake up and took one look at her and knew she was dead," she told the court.

"She was naked, half-out of the bed. I touched her and she was very cold."

Miss Yates found fame in the 1980s as co-presenter of Channel 4 show The Tube, and as girlfriend and later wife of Sir Bob Geldof. They had three children - Fifi Trixibelle, 17, Peaches, 11, and Pixie, 10 - but in 1995 she left him for INXS singer Michael Hutchence. An acrimonious divorce and custody battle followed.

Amid a blaze of headlines she gave birth to Hutchence's daughter, Tiger Lily. But only 14 months later he was found hanged by a belt in his Sydney hotel room in November 1997. Miss Yates refused to accept the coroner's verdict of suicide. Her life was rocked again when it was revealed that her father was not the late TV presenter Jess Yates, as she had believed, but another TV personality, the late Hughie Green. Following Miss Yates's death Tiger Lily was made a ward of court and is being cared for by Sir Bob, who already had custody of his three children.

After the inquest Miss Yates's solicitor, Anthony Burton, read a statement on behalf of her friends. "An inquest tells you how someone died, not how they lived. It gives no clue to the fullness and joy of Paula's life. Her friends will always remember her as loving, affectionate and witty."

Thursday 16 October 2014

Why is John Lydon Still Alive...?

"The King is gone, but he's not forgotten,
This is the story of Johnny Rotten..."

Yes, but Brother Lydon makes the classic mistake of confusing voting with democracy.

And by the way - why DID he and his wife miss boarding flight Pan-Am Flight 103, exactly....?


It wasn't just him, though.

Someone also felt the need to warn the Four Tops, Kim Cattrell, the heir to the Spanish Throne, and every US State Dept. official and every US Serviceman in serving Europe that Christmas not to board that flight, either.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_Am_Flight_103#People_booked_who_did_not_board

It's especially obvious that The Four Tops are lying : 

"The R&B singing group The Four Tops had been scheduled to board Pan Am Flight 103 to return to the United States for Christmas after completing their European tour, but were late getting out of a recording session and overslept."


Which is all well and good. But which is it?

Late getting out of a recording session, or oversleeping?

Considering that takeoff time was at around 6pm from Heathrow...?




Wednesday 15 October 2014

The Baphomet


As Above, So Below



2. THE BAPHOMET   (Translated from Hungarian)
Now I really thought that I reached all the wishful ultimate goals. A warrior’s order came to the monastery, which now can spend my days without any problems. Food and drink was provided; things and it was easy enough: bell-ringing three times a day, the church kept clean dishes, and clothes worn for mass in stow. Throughout the day in prayerful contemplation I have to myself. Elias is also having won the knights of the Trust, it was the full name that the red-bearded warriors picked for me. Oh, I named Eliezer. While throughout Poland myself, it took a half year, so that the red monastery raised friends soon after followed by the holy week. Do not conceal your worries ABOVE Elias knight before that perchance the holy week here will be enforced with the same pious solemnity, the whole Catholic world which celebrated are used, they’ll be on very weak assistance, since the ceremonies are not taught in childhood: raised heretics, and not I’m old neophyte.

- Do not worry, fellow Eliezer – encouraged the knights – every day of the holy week, the night before tests will be next in line "Passion" apparitions, you can even learn the tasks for yourself.

I am so very comforted in this, and they were anxious to come to the Maundy Thursday, which started preparations for the night of the holy  ceremonies. Evening as the bell after the doors closed, Elias Knight that gave me a commandment, to buy a lantern in my hand, I go to church with him, he should wait until the clock strikes twelve, you will hear three toasts to the crypt. Open to all without hesitation, and then fitting the honor to receive the guests, who will be the tomb for me to come and put what they will command. I have my eyes not only squinting in this particular assignment. I was never a weak-hearted, and even something prickling curiosity to know what could be one of the guests who walk through the vault for a visit.

Point came after the midnight stroke of the triple toasts to the crypt. I hastened to reveal it, and a great surprise I saw that the tomb is lit up the stairway, and from all kinds of wear old woman walked in shapes, as fashion, only to see pictures of the church, the grand palaces. The women who had painted his face and very white, red, one black, the eyebrows were drawn, and the other míniommal, there were also one with the eyebrows was gilded. Each of their hands was a gaudy wax. They just were not ghosts, whom I had been very scared. Young blood in me, seeing that women semi-dressed quickly, even if such persons are also otherworldly. However, they noticed that the old is not old sexton to go, and they saw me more appropriate presentation. 

The first said: - I’m Jezebel, King Achab woman, whom the dogs licked up his blood on the street. Get me to the baptismal. I want to wash.

The second said: - I am Salome, daughter of Herod, who asked for a gift of John the Baptist’s head. Bring me the golden pyx. Let him serve.

The third said: - I’m Bathsheba, who because of King David sinned. Bring me the Cruets. Putty to my hair.

The fourth said: - I’m Delilah, who betrayed Samson. Bring me the victim. I want to drink.

The fifth said: - I’m Astarte, who is intrigued by the children of Israel Kanahánban. Bring me the incense. I want to be fragrant.

The sixth said: - I’m Thámár, who because of his brother Absalom, Amnont killed. Bring me the holy-holder, let’s tomb filled with tears. And in what he said, it cleared the altar, and put them in my lap. I just looked at what would happen to it. Commandment to obey everything was for the guests.

Week ago. The seventh of a high-crowned figure was golden expensive clothes, which lead to long-drawn barge. This was the back. It sounded like a struck bell.

- I’m Mylitta, Queen of Sheba, who took the treasures of King Solomon, and took him in exchange for wisdom. Bring me the monstrance. This word was shocked. Sacred vessels, equipment and leave the ceremony, but the monstrance! The artifact-infested body of the Savior, which itself is only the Pontifical knees approaching: who would dare to get the location? Considered to be the beautiful nightmare hesitation. It is a wrong with his hand on my shoulder, that the whole body pieced together, and such is said that the whole chapel was filled with sound. - What hesitating! I knew that such an otherworldly beings should not be contradictory to say, and he lifted the monstrance to the altar.

- Follow us! - Then commanded the Queen of Sheba, and he once again behind the back, the other six otherworldly footsteps of a woman of winding stairs which led up somewhere in the chapel, walked in front of me, but once in a gaudy gold-plated iron door, the procession reached. The pop-up, and a hitherto unknown to me, a large vaulted hall open to the monastery, which was not any window, but the lights were mysterious cablight in the room glory. Full of gold and silk-covered walls. And the room from the depths of a tent covered with heavy curtains from the old world all in one by one pacing knights, Turks, Romans, Persians, Chaldeans, Egyptians dressed, who had just arrived in the week she called their names. - Hail, Ahasvér!

- Baal you, Nebuchadnezzar!

- Bless Osiris, Pharaoh! Line and thus, to Herod, Pilate, who, by Nero, who Sardanapal: both counts on the knights.

You’re on the red-bearded patron was Judas Iscariot. Well, this is a nice company, I can tell. The church babies in suffering of my hand, and put in place a long table. At this point, I cried my red beard: - Málkhus! Setting to the back who he was. - Just cut off the ears of the garden of Gethsemane, that you do not hear? You know that I am the Málkhus. Well, there you hold your ears – and commanded me to the patron, whose name Iscariot was the night, and the mine Málkhus, the famous sheriff, who first raised his hand Idvezítőre. - You hold your ears, I say, because I find if I cut it, it is not the glue there Nazarene Ben Hanocri. Even though I did not know what they mean by that name. The red-bearded page you this word in front of the Grand Master, who is now heard addressed as Nebuchadnezzar. In his hair and beard a string of pearls were merged together, as the old Persian sculptures you see. It asks:  – What is the merit Málkhus that Baphomet is picked for service? Iscariot did it for me. - Heretics was atheist Latvian, robbers with wars, killed people, forged álorcás was adulterous husband and his wife, finally condemned prisoner who escaped from prison, and who at the end of every town there is a good friend: the gallows.

- This is our man!- Mumble this Nebuchadnezzar, before the dispute arose between the knights, that this just now I swore the ophiticus diagram before initiating secrets? They agreed that it is unnecessary, since I’m such a notorious villain, that wherever he is turning to the betrayal of secrets in order, the first would be my neck, which is the loop caught. Now starting to have an inkling as to why I was an unwelcome guest in this place. I then removed the frock, and dressed in Rome Liktor its quality, the first task was a niche that I had lying sarcophagus stress the kőfedelet. Kőkoporsóban those who saw it was not other than my Lord Jesus Christ, as we used to see him in the coffin of the sarcophagus taking off, his body five bleeding wounds honeycomb, thorns on the forehead. The entire wax figure was pieced. The knights then stood around the coffin, and began the discussion above, who was Jesus Christ? Latin argued that language was quite well understood.

One of the knight says that this is an old god, whose name Jaldabaoth an Aeon, a pneumatic Messiah, who was sent to the ground, that his eternal enemy, the Ophiomorphosszal battle, but when Jesus was not enough courage to order Jaldabaoth punishment tension crucified him. This was demonstrated by the Prophet Valentinus, the Gnostics. In contrast, the other knight says that Basilides of Alexandria, as evidence, and Bards confirm that the so-called Jesus Christ was non other than that, whose real name is Ben Jozua Hanocri and cross tension was very well-deserved punishment. Circled the world to me these words. If emotions were bad, but the Saints had a strong reverence for my heart. The two hands in my ear I did not hear what they say. But I’ve heard yet.

The third knight says that the whole story of Jesus Christ is nothing more than an empty tale. This figure has never existed, nor was, nor died. A symbol of the whole, a symbol, which was not his body, just like Brahma or Isis, and only the shape of a human idol, as Baal or Dagon. I thought it was already more terrible blasphemy can not be issued for the human mouth, but the fourth knight reviews convince me that there is hyperbola also superlative. It was Nebuchadnezzar himself.

This proves the Scriptures that Jesus Christ is the demiurgus, who is tormented by the laws of humanity so that everyone miserable and unhappy with, prohibits what is good for our body’s own, and the ordering of nature in spite of all persons bound by the rule that it is an act, which is beneficial for the neighbor, even though the man’s work, to make it, which is itself good, is not given to anyone else whether or not the problem.  Annálfogva everyone who Jaldabaoth, the creator understands the law, the profession that demiurgus commands defiance, and they act against everything. Fraud, robbery, murder, falsehood, mockery, lust, drunkenness, not only allowed, but a duty, and who forced slavery on the virtues of humanity, from Aeon was like demiurgus or Ben Hanocri, even Jesus Christ, solemnized and whipped. This and all agreed then, and I was horrified to see that all the presents and the mantles long, thorn-shaped needles are involved in, the coffin lying statue of Jesus over his heart had been stabbed into it.

- What was the true Messiah? - Then Nebuchadnezzar exclaimed.

- The Baphomet! The Baphomet! - Shouting the whole congregation unanimously. This is a great gong which Nebuchadnezzar struck with his fist, and his voice set up in the curtains of the room behind the tent in the top. The bright future lighting from above stood a magnificent altar saw two idols, which among the better was the addition of Baphomet.

As two of the idol’s face was a male and a female, and the whole shape of half-man, half woman. Winding it through a giant snake, and this was a ring of twelve in the zodiac of twelve celestial fölvésve ticket. One was in the hands of the day, the other the moon. The two were in the earth beneath the feet. Of a crocodile resting. This was left to the statue with another idol. In the Mylitta was. A naked female figure, sitting on a boar, a brilliant crown on her head, which is full of rubies and carbuncles was loaded. The knights and ladies come one after the other to the two idols, and Baphometnek the shoulders, the knees Mylitta kissed one by one. Then he was brought in the two idol among the monstrance, and excluding from the holy wafer, we were all laughing leköpdösték large and scattered on the ground, they began to dance and walk over it, their hands around the two shall idols and around the monstrance, the women are the ones who kicked the monstrance. Towards the feet that kneeling also exposed to the appealing robe below, during a language unknown to me singing east infernal chanting. Meanwhile, I had the office to the church filling communion wine, which was prepared in large pots, and served with dancing to those who drank the Baphometic Áldomás. Salem was also great, but even more curiosity, what would happen to light of all. The big jugs empty very quickly, and this Iscariot has commanded me to go down to the cellar, and bring them back full. What is returned to the pitcher plant, even then the knights and ladies at the table and sat in a way that the Queen of Sheba sat on Nebuchadnezzar’s lap. As their hands held victim dedicated to re-fill, the Queen of Sheba said to me:

– Go, Malkhus! – Go, Malkhus! This is the very confines of the crown on my head: go down to church, get me out of the Nazarene her crown. It ran me from head to toe in cold horror. The church was a majestic altar, the statue of Our Madonna; on its head was a magnificent crown, leaning on each other pearls full of tires and loaded with diamonds, the gift of votive no later Prince. The sacred statue wandering tent holidays throughout the devout people of the region, and it was a bet cumulating the ingredients of any expensive gifts and gratitude. And I now this holy figure, take off the crown of the head, this pious relic, a wanton woman’s hideous animals disheveled locks deck it?  After all, if God is not the mother had also Nazareth Mary, but just an ordinary, honest people of the mother, even wickedness that would shame him to commit!

I hesitated – I did not want to meet the crazy things – and if not then the red-bearded patron was struck in the back of the iron so that my soul will be torn out, and shouted at me: - Did you hear the command? Go to the Galilee, woman, and tell him that the Queen of Sheba, Astarte, the Mylitta governess to the crown! Hurry up! I had to do what they said, otherwise they would kill me. I thought all the saints and plinth me cry, when I committed the sacrilege, and shepherd, great books, heaven cut my head, to hell right wave. Even the statue of Our Lady, it seemed as if the eyebrows puckered, when I take off the crown of the head, and a little crown in my hand was so hard that the earth bent under my feet, when one with him. When the winding stairs he came to the Baphomet-worship hall, you have all the demons loose in the orgy, sinful women of the past millennium, bacchant negligee, wild dancing chord the Pilatus and Herod. Astarte, as soon as he saw me, grabbed my hand to the crown of Mary, and swung it setting locks, and began with the frenetic dance of priestesses Mylitta walk by Nebuchadnezzar Phrygian dance accompanied by goat gambol; Astarte hair flying around him, stretched wide, as the wind rose in the spokes, and as fast as you spin around me seemed as though he has had two faces, as Baphomet, the idol. Nebuchadnezzar only once and then fell to the feet, and stood on his knees and hands, and began to weighing out eyes, and a miserable bogota, that I thought I was the second time it will happen to the miracle that changed ox. A bőgéséből removable, to „Malkhust” cry. The bőgéséből kivehettem that "Malkhust" shouts. Is a grass tufts are made of this to him? Want to graze? No, I just want kérőzni. The baron, if satisfied, kérőzik, man, if damn Latvian, also kérőzik. Bring the baptismal "- screaming at me. And the hideous animal beundokította the holy temple dish that I had to keep him. The outbreak after a moment he seemed to depart.

- Pull up the dishes, clean up and take back the points. The sanctuariumot set at the usual place. Put the hosts in the chalice. Then go to sleep.

Astarte waltzing and dizzy fell to the ground, and as head six Nebuchadnezzar threw his shoulder, the crown fell to the head of the Virgin Mary, and there feet. I picked it up and broke it. - You can put back into place! - Ökrendezett Nebuchadnezzar. - First drink!- Said to Astarte, a hoarse, tired voice, and a pretty extreme blistering down the side of gourd, and he odatartá in my mouth. This beautiful gourd struck gold work was richly paved with turquoise and bustard. - "This wine is made to the spoken that Noah planted kőurnája, which is my grandmother, there is the sarcophagus under Nivinében Semiramis. ” Drink up! " And since my reluctant, grabbed the neck of one arm, ther him on the head, then pulled one of the gourds and odaszorítva with the lips of my lips, I am drinking your own wine in his mouth. Never on the sweeter, intoxicating, firey wine is not drunk in my whole life.

- Who hit me slap in the face now? - Cried the Queen of Sheba this up, setting wild about her.

- No, I have a drink! - Odanyújtva said the bottle again.

I took it in my mouth, but the first kortynál noticed that it is not the wine you drank the first. This bitter taste and a strange smell, which összeborzasztott. I did not drink more than one sip only shown if more sipping it. Thanks, returned to the canteen, he was already enough. - Keep it! I will give you a souvenir – he said this, the pagan queen, and throw it also include the other church vessels, which, at the same time that take it away, I was forced to both the large christening feeder. He started the drunken demons antagonize the candles, and I hastened to escape from the beam caught in the temple, lest they prevented them in the dark.

I then washed three times in the temple vessels and clean water, and the seats restored, restored to the monstrance on the altar, and the crown of the Virgin Mary image I asked her forehead, but not without that kiss the hem of his robe, asking for forgiveness. The robe is a beautiful piece of work, the great Prince himself has created, and the image of the twelve apostles who was beautifully embroidered with silk and gold-colored it to silver.  – Well, where do I put this – I say to myself, looking at the canteen was a gift – that he does not steal from me? Believe it is worth if I sell a whole or a peasant more mill. But perhaps this is only a dream, and when I woke up and will no longer be in my hands? - I do that because the ear balteusom szíjára connection (I still Liktor), there can not be lost.

And so I did, because he is to relay the dream, it is not looking at where to sleep, but elámolyogtam somewhere, and I do not know how long I slept. All I know is that someone pulled my ears because when woke me, and also kicked to the corners of my pages. I was a patron of the red. - Well no, Iscariot, and then once I get up! - Mumble, half asleep. - Oh, trifurcifer! Even appoint Iscariot! Wait, then I’ll be sobering! He took a large pot of water, and it through. Indeed, until I came to this. - No, you’re kind silenus! It is also well tolerated yourself! – The knight got cross. - That I have commanded you to wait for the kriptaajtóban, while guests arrive, and you confused the crypt with the cellar door: then pulled up from the tap. I did not know what world you are. - Well, my dear flask, which was subject to ax belt? But there was no longer entrust no canteen, no wine, but the old was wearing a cilice, which left me dead sexton. - No, do not dream now, but hurry to the chapel, screw the kelepelőt, the Mass begins immediately.

I was so alive before I saw everything! As soon as I entered the church through the sacristy, I found everything in its place, as the day before.

The breasts was erected in the holy bier, around candles, and I have the same image of Christ before I saw the coffin, which was the last night of the Baphomet-worshipers thorns gather. But this did not seem there was no sign of red-backed. The church was full of awful people, which fininte procession came and went, the mourning delight. Then came forth a long line of the Knight of the Order, cilice gray and bare knees towards the coffin approached the Savior, one by one and kissed the marble coffin which fölvezettek.

And I saw the night that the main man, hooked a crown on his head, which was four wrens, spat in the face of Christ is holy, and he said it was to cheat! And now, kiss his feet. People! And these others, who argued over whether he "Aeon" was whether or Jaldabaoth his son, who is backed Ophiomorphostól or "no?" Now and humiliated people approached her, beaten their breasts with fists, and when the inclangorium cheated and cheated again, they all worship the earth, and not a sigh halls people packed the church, as the master lifts the body of Christ high: the devil urged me back to elkiáltsam myself in this great silence, "Man! Christians! Do not kneel! In the cup there is a wafer, which was trampled on in the corner by Astarte when the white wings of a dove, would not the mouth.

Ez Astarte hangja. Megzendül then the organ and singing in the church, and I hear women’s voices in the "Miserere", "De Profundis" rebel song, which I forwarded to the same voices were singing last night to "come in rose, come on!" This Astarte’s voice. This Delilah! Jezebel this deep bell-ringing! You came up I saw the crypt! You went up the winding stairs one after another! - But where? - It is not anywhere in spiral. - In the place where I went up and came down to three, there’s no door, no stairs, but the order Grand Masters the dead knight Arminius the solid marble tomb is there, lying on top of the knight statue, hands, chest complex, full ornatum. Anyway, this is all a dream. Have relieved my heart from the very high burden, which is so excessively pushed. Ihattam a lot of imagination to hevülve was the fault. - So no one’s fault. So accordingly, it is not for that I took off the crown of the head of the Virgin Mary, Queen of Sheba is in your head and making the idolator’s dance profaned. When the celebration was over, and I normally come to the statue of Our Lady, the constant burning lamp, which stood in front of her feet, pour oil, as it hemisphere only immersed of admiration. The sacred crown in front of the statue’s head was the size of a peanut pearl, also a rear and a large ruby.

Always on the opposite part of the pearl used to be. Now the ruby glowed on his forehead. This crown is turned one! And so it was not a dream. But what then? That day, I say, Good Friday was a day of general jejunium. The thorn "so strictly kept the fast, even to this day a patient is lying novitiusnak death was not in the medicine, because the manna was decoctumban, and Pilula hydromat were dying, and the manna and the dish can be Hydromat already. Hunger myself all day. And as a sort of broad human conscience, is very sorry that the last great feast at night (if you do not really dream of) egynémely three thousand years before the quail have not been stuck in the leg today. But then where to stick it?  The Latvian was also there where the water bottle. As the evening, the bell instead of the Good Friday rattle finished the three verses, the red-bearded knight again waited in the sacristy of the lantern, and he said: - Well, here again today, you’ll wait for the guests of the crypt, but then again it is not the time to sleep than last night. I thought to myself: "Well I’ll be that you do not sleep." - Today before they will come.

It is also in Latvian. Hardly the clock struck eleven, I was the toast of the crypt, and as soon as I opened it, my old-world beginning beauties who are no longer needed to me presented themselves. We knew each other. Also today, handing out the same command to you yesterday, that the sacred vessels wear them. But the way we go into the wall here? It was very curious. Then, when the Queen of Sheba, click it to do is to play the altar compartment saints, the Queen said to me:

- Do not Look Back, it will take you to the devil! Do not backward looking, but as soon as I came to the sacred golden cup flat roof, he is a bright page provided to me by way of a perfect mirror. Kilestem so on, that walks up to the Jezebel, the Tomb of Arminius, a lying lovagszobornak head turns, and that whole marble sink, and then turn up the talapjával. The lost tomb, then there seems to be winding staircase at the entrance, while compiling the base of the statue is one of the initial part of the staircase before. I did not see such a thing. Then all the women.

This time, last seen in the Great Hall of the mysteries was not furnished. The tables are laden with all kinds of expensive roast, pies from the East and fruits. Good Friday evening meat! When all the orthodox, even in the Calvinist and ciberelevest eat too fast, hungry and thirsty, or turning pages of prayer, and seeking to find which of their own comfort, we repent and hunger whacked? And this great festival at the eleventh hour to begin drumming, right hearty! But what is right hearty! It was as if all the guests and farmers in the two-indeed, a thousand years, he ate and drank nothing would. - Was not persuaded them to the elevators to the wine cellar, and roasted fölszeletezni. The same scenes followed, which last night, but human assets cogitate rank.

Queen of Sheba was even more foolish than yesterday. Once he has said: - Warm me this suit. Go, Malkhus, bring me to the Galilee, the mantle of her, the good will be cool. - How would you Dejanira-köntössé this robe! – I say to myself, desperately. But an Iscariot six convince me that must be obeyed, and I just repeated the sacrilegious attack yesterday. When the mantle back, even then it was a great need Astarte, the boar riding druszájától simulacrum is nothing different. So that on the front of my eyes I was forced to look down. Astarte who said - Come, come, here Malkhus! –Inviting laughing. - Here is the gourd. Drink it. As I drink. I drink Baphometért to you Astarte. And he drank his first in the gourd. The same vesicular művű Golden Age was the last of which was judged. I realized I have the hang of the joke. I heard once that there are artistic flasks, tagged dual core is, one kind of drink can be filled, the other another. Then the gourd’s neck when the top man is detached it turns right, the one where the left and the other beverages will be provided. I noticed the way the bottle top juicer, the pagan queen, when you drink.  Well, then pull to the right. When you gave me here, then left. – I then, almost imperceptibly, moved it back to the right again. And the really good sweet, juicy wine came out of it.I drank from it and took seriously.

- Well, do not you, it was good? - Asked the queen of lies. And I like money I paid him back. - Slightly bitter - I say. And pushed the number of fintorgást. Astarte ignores the confidence of his fingers under my nose, laughing and said: - The good unto Thee. This masculine ceiling remaining wine."Lord" did, then just drink. This will give you the bottle well. Put the other side. And all the company’s infernal laugh. - And now wear the wine,- Nebuchadnezzar commanded – and then onto the spirit Vinit! I megundokított again berated the church drágaságokat, and then brought up from the cellar at the kőkorsóban spiritus Vinit. The demons did not have enough of the intoxication of wine, brandy had them, whether they wanted more drinks.

I then thought something. The brandy in a real Russian kőkorsóban make was. It was a smart plug that has only been able to pull it, the secret of who it was who interfered. I also once learning curve. I opened the jar in the basement, emptied some of it, and then I gave it to me gourd cram for litter. With the plug shit again.

- I drank with him, Malkhus? – Herod called me. - Baphometic I swear that I did not drink.

- You open the pot! - Pilate commanded.  Last Achab then snatched from my hand, and that he could not get along with him, stand the silver jug to the middle of the sword hilt struck before the broken jug, and the pool was filled with its contents. Then Bathsheba to Thámár (a good housekeeper, famous biblical both!), Figs, raisins and orange peel thrown into, while Delilah-coil lit candles in a large bowl krampampulit the whole, and at the same time all other lights extinguished.

Then, when the wine spirit burning, the table of Nebuchadnezzar, the holy-swing asperges immersed in the burning wine, shared with the group of believers around the hot drink, the odatartott calixa onto what they are like infernal river of fire taken to the lips. The fire, etc Four-king, the fire sup nightmare, blue and green flag in the middle flickering Basin coroner sápasztva, a grouping indicated, which was put to shame all have seen pictures from the danse macabre. You’re the Queen of Sheba was the green lighting, damned as a naked soul, a sacred mantle of the neck, face, lips no redness, just a flashing black eyes show that he was alive. - Howling and all the hateful tone of blasphemy. Fire in the mouth, fire in the mouth.

I fled the Sanhedrin hell. Now, I was certain about it, not dreaming. I was determined to accesses from here. If these demons, devils can be so very stupid: even though they can not keep themselves from their own trap into them a poor devil like myself. After all, if drinking the litter and I made my decision, I will have a sleep in tomorrow so I do not know by whom in ceremony of Resurrection? Scapegoat slipped to idolatry, and then said to myself, reasoning: If they are human beings (because they do not like others) through the crypt I came here, the crypt catacomb something to be kept in the open, where a secret door where the woman’s animals were. That way I can escape from here. I took the lantern, I went with him to the tomb, and as to the long passes through the vault, the two lines between the carrier, which is buried here memorial was loaded, a "Ptolomeus named knight of the cist félretolva found in front of the memorial. It was not marble, but made of tin, which marble was lacquered. This car was not cist, but a narrow climbing entrance. I went up the stairs. They also led to a steep staircase going up. Seventeen steps counted. The seventeenth found – not a door, but a sacred statue. Tied to a tree was a statue of St. Sebastian, arrows diagonal as the godless Diocletian martyrs put to death by the hero.

I saw on this day is enough for a statue at the monastery, but it was outside the wall, and looking out, standing in a booth. It is certain that he knows the secret of the curfew, otherwise I would not be in here.

- Oh, St. Sebastian! - I beg it all with humility – have a look that I am Moravian on my mother’s side, you have national or got my back, and teach him how you came in here through the wall that I was the same output. Because there seemed no opening behind him. I started to look for the opening. The heroic martyr’s body is three lined arrows, the arrows they are copper. Oh what a damned reckless and would think of that tortured to death in the holy reversible the cram arrow wound? And I noticed that the three arrows, one brighter than the other two, as if it was touching. I stood up to the shelf, and tried to turn the arrows. And as the arrow gave with the finger pressure of a pen, the whole statue, together with the cab began to turn, and in a minute I saw the starry sky above. St. Sebastian together was outside the monastery walls.

- Come, Now let me back again, my dear get me back – I say, and vice versa arrow back again, returned to the catacomb entrance. So this is the secret of the walking ghosts. I went back again to the tomb, and with a degree of care, looking for something. They also found him. Namely, that the tomb sinks Arminius hung over my head, the vault aláfordulva, the statue of the dead master, which was wrapped up in his neck. What if I do locate the head, what would it do? The Latvian it, that it rose and turned again to the tomb, and when I went up the stairs to the chapel, there was already in place, out of the reach of the Baphomet idol-steps Gádor Handler’s room, as you won’t see it. Now you are well! The Christ-deniers, not only will be anaesthatized, and who knows when and when not they will wake up, but they can not come out yet of  the devil temple, with no doors, no windows, unless you break the wall somewhere. Tomorrow no one will know where you are. Whilst I was seventh country overstock myself. Decided to set itself the objective. I’m going to the Archbishop of Aachen, and impeach the Baphomet-worshiper rendlovagokat. And assertions that perfect get credibility, I carry with me the beundokított, infected temple jars. No! The devout Christian church does not drink the Salome and Delilah by clear communion baptized in the pool, which Nebuchadnezzar vomits fit not receive holy water from the asperges, which divided the rest of the főördög flaming hell – as long as they inaugurated pious hands again not devoted to, and not released to the magic. I’m taking all this in front of the archbishop, before the council, before the Holy Inquisition, to provide proof, and exorcision.

(- Although I did wisely, my son! True Christian way thing – he cried up to the Grand Duke, until the fölháborodva "thorn" has over wickedness, which the mere listens also very much the kind of people you feel that you need to give absolution — did you honestly!) (- I told you, right? – Sprang up in the Soltesz, lecsapva the judicial wand on the table. – Even it is a Church kibeszélő you that even praised it, and uttered the phrase "well done, son!") Above this then the Duke and Soltesz összekaptak so that fölugráltak chairs, and beat his fist on the table to the candlestick, skull, crucifix and stamen just danced, and even after all this day had to be interrupted in half the interrogations. The villain was gallows again one day, and just laughing to himself inside. Then the next day, when the judges again hush fölgerjedésüket, in the left pending cause continues more.

(- Where he left, Reus?) Engaged the accused. - In the sacristy, I find a great Boris, all interlaced into the temple of gold and silver, in which the unholy orgies were held , bearing in mind the crown of the Virgin Mary either.

When Isaac picked up on my shoulder, and then broken off the bottom, so it was difficult, and I could not do turns to the other shoulder, because of the known white dove. Entwined the aid of the holy statue and then got out of the wall outside the monastery. Even then only a high bastion had to descend. I found the rope ladder, with the aid of the unclean heathen women came up here, and I took advantage, and then I started to iszákba their treasures quickly trotted away to the port. (- Stop now! "- Interrupted the soltész. – Here hold and convince. And this will be the criterion that was sinful or pious act, this is what occurred? – Why did you go to the church, gather babies and go to the port where the anchoring of vessels were ready to depart, and not to the town hall, where would you find the mayor or reeve of the proposed and denounced been requested by the order perceived sacrilege and the offender, while sinful dreams were surprised, in flagranti spleen would have if it is true that it was?) (- No, villain, this cadence find him now – the Grand grumbled.) - A very simple thing to explain, my gentlemen – said the question of the ex-Tripodi reus – and if I say a word, just so they will understand everything. In the name of the city where this happened, Stettin. This town, you know, it’s time that Gustav could, in the sectarian leaders who not only did not bother with that of the Catholic monasteries, which they themselves have desecrated every time, with Baphometic worship, and hold this festival Mylitta, but what is more, they lived a very good alliance with the "thorn" by those who united with Sweden, valiantly fought against the imperial army siege, and the faithful-arms were heretics. Accusatory though there I had: I would have been wrong. So I decided to escape to a country of pious German wall whose game you can listen to, and the inquisition plenty of power will stand up and be faithful to this terrible incident deserves to be someone to launch a campaign for him. And as the sea may have the least investigated, so I tried to reach the port of Stettin. (- Habe rectum! Rectissimum! – Reviews say the Duke was in a hurry. – The Swedish heretics can not be judges in this spiritual matter. Deleted the bunsen the "sacrosanctorum growing in vertical clusters.") (- I’ll bet that the entire line engross Register is also a bitch! – Rumbling among the proposed beard. – No, but now comes the "Homicide!")

Source: http://mek.oszk.hu/00800/00830/html/  From the book, "A Notorious Adventurer Of The 17th Century" by Jokai Mor.



The Sacred Geometry of the Web of Fear


ARNOLD: Well I don't see as I can put it any clearer, sir. We're here at Goodge Street, right? And the fungus has gone all the way round the Circle Line. 

CHORLEY: Yes, I know that, man, but these other tunnels, the Northern Line, the Central Line, I mean, they're not filled, are they. 

ARNOLD: No, sir 

CHORLEY: They must be on a different level to the Circle Line. I mean, Wait a minute, it's absolutely simple. We go out under the stuff. 

ARNOLD: Now look, sir. You know we've already lost two men trying to do that. The influence of this fungus extends through the earth, both downwards and up. Believe me, sir, we're trapped. 

As Above, So Below


KNIGHT: Moving? Are you sure it was moving? 

EVANS: Well of course I'm sure, sir. Sounds daft, I know, but it seemed to be following a Yeti that had a kind of pointed glass thing in its hands. 

JAMIE: Was it shaped like a pyramid? 

EVANS: Well, I suppose it was, really. 

[Actually, it's a TETRAHEDRON]



JAMIE: Well, that's it. Smash the pyramid, and you put the Intelligence out of action. 

KNIGHT: What Intelligence? 

ARNOLD: Whereabouts did you say this happened? 

EVANS: Kings Cross, Staff. 

KNIGHT: What? 

ARNOLD: Headquarters, sir. HQ may be in danger. 

KNIGHT: Yes. We'd better get back as soon as we can. 

JAMIE: No, look. 

ARNOLD: You heard what the officer said. Now come on. 

JAMIE: Look, I came down here to find the Doctor. I'm not going back till I have. 

ARNOLD: Now look here 

JAMIE: No, I'm not going. And if I get a chance to smash that pyramid, I will...




TRAVERS: The sphere. It's gone. It's disappeared! Look, you must let me have the Yeti back, Julius. Oh, make him understand, Anne...




"Everything in our reality possesses a star tetrahedral energy field, and planets are no exception.  The points of the bases of the two tetrahedrons in the star tetrahedron touch an enclosing sphere at 19.47  degrees. At each planet’s 19.47  degree latitudes we have the intersection between the light body of the planet and its surface, and since light-bodies have the ability to connect us to other dimensions, at these latitudes we have an energetic predisposition for inter-dimensional experience. 

Hence at these latitudes we find the massive volcanoes on Mars, the great red spot of Jupiter, two volcanoes on Venus, a dark spot on Neptune, dark cloud bands on Saturn, sun spots on the sun, and the volcanoes of Hawaii.

The Star Tetrahedral form of the Merkaba is an immense science that is being studied everywhere throughout the world. "


I quote The Enemy:

"Henry Lincoln is best known for being one of the co-authors of the controversial 1982 best-seller The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail. During the mid-1970s, while Lincoln was lecturing at a summer school, he met Richard Leigh, an American fiction writer. Leigh introduced him to Michael Baigent, a New Zealand photo-journalist who had been working on a project about the Knights Templar. The three discovered that they shared a common interest in the Knights Templar, and between them later developed a theory that Jesus Christ had started a bloodline that had later intermarried with the Frankish Merovingian royal dynasty.

The three of them took their theory on the road during the 1970s in a series of lectures that later developed into the 1982 book, The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail, which became a best-seller and popularised the theory that Jesus had fathered a still extant and powerful bloodline (the true Holy Grail), and was all tied together by a fake secret society known as the Priory of Sion. These ideas were later used as the basis of Dan Brown's novel The Da Vinci Code.

The book has been described as "a work thoroughly debunked by scholars and critics alike". Arthurian scholar Richard Barber has commented, "It would take a book as long as the original to refute and dissect The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail point by point: it is essentially a text which proceeds by innuendo, not by refutable scholarly debate". 

Dan Brown lawsuit
Some of the ideas presented in The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail, were incorporated in the best-selling American novel The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown.

In March 2006, Baigent and Leigh filed a lawsuit in a British court against Brown's publisher, Random House, claiming copyright infringement. On 7 April, High Court judge Peter Smith rejected the copyright-infringement claim, and Dan Brown won the court case.

Lincoln was not involved in the proceedings, reputedly because of illness; however, in the Channel Five documentary Revealed... The Man behind the Da Vinci Code Lincoln stated that he did not wish to take part in the proceedings because the ideas brought forth in Holy Blood were not even original themselves, and Brown's actions could only be described as, "a bit naughty." An earlier novel had already used the theme of a Jesus bloodline: The Dreamer of the Vine, by Liz Greene, published in 1980. Greene is Richard Leigh's sister and was Michael Baigent's girlfriend at that time; she was not sued for plagiarism."

http://www.henrylincoln.co.uk/geometry.php

 
 
WHY I AM SURE THAT THE GEOMETRY OF 
RENNES-LE-CHÂTEAU IS BEYOND QUESTION


In 1971, when I began work on my first film about Rennes-le-Château, I thought that I was introducing the English-speaking world to a fascinating, essentially unimportant, little local French mystery. Before that film was completed, I already knew that there was much more to the story of Bérenger Saunière and his little village. I had begun with Gérard de Sède’s account in Le Trésor Maudit and I soon began to realise that he was not telling the whole story.

Geometry had begun to raise its head and it was ten years before I grasped the full significance of what I was beginning to uncover. Facts began to appear which were hard to accept and which took yet more years of careful work before I could show the world what I had found. Bérenger and his treasure remained a wonderful mystery, but behind it lay something else ... the extraordinary nature of the backdrop to his story.



Now with the passing of another thirty years there remains no shadow of doubt and I find it strange that the truth is still uncomfortable for some people who insist that the geometry of Rennes-le-Château can be found anywhere and in any landscape. But this is a wilful misunderstanding of the special nature of the Rennes-le-Château phenomenon.

Certainly, it is true that shapes can be traced ... hexagons, pentagons, triangles ... by drawing lines through churches anywhere. And the same can be done with public telephones – letter-boxes – even municipal rubbish tips. But these are arbitrary designs. They are not – like Rennes – controlled by a fixed, precise and repeated measure. (Those of you interested in looking for yourselves will find that on a map of scale 1:25000 the measure is a whisker less than 188 mm.)

When the discovery was first made, I was obliged to calculate that distance laboriously, using my utterly inadequate knowledge of mathematics. Only much later did I discover that the measure is already defined by the mountains. It is repeated many times between structures marked upon our local map. It is, for example, the distance between the churches of Arques and Terroles; of Arques and Peyrolles; of Esperaza and Coustaussa; of Esperaza and Granès – and many, many more.

So how was this astonishing discovery made? To answer this question, I must return to the beginning of my quest. In 1971 I was intrigued to find that, behind the curious writing of the famous parchments supposedly discovered by Saunière, lay hidden another mysterious layer ... a five-pointed star. It was my first glimpse of geometry.



And it meant nothing to me. I could do no more than note the oddity and file it in the back of my mind. 
At the same time I was trying to make sense of the Poussin painting, The Shepherds of Arcadia. Once more I found geometry – and it was Prof Cornford of London’s Royal Academy of Art who proved that, again, we were confronting the five-pointed star.



We were both astonished - and puzzled. And then Prof Cornford suggested that I look in the landscape. It was thus that the awe-inspiring pentagon of natural mountain peaks was discovered ... Blanchefort, La Soulane, Bezu, Serre de Lauzet and Rennes-le-Château with La Pique marking the centre. But still there remained the question: What can be the significance of this amazing wonder?

The answer lay in yet another aspect of Rennes-le-Château’s mystery. The answer to another question. Why was Saunière’s church dedicated to St Mary Magdalene?

In centuries past when that dedication was made, Mary Magdalene, the first to see the risen Christ, was looked upon as the “Medium of the Secret Revelation��? and she was honoured with a symbol in the Heavens. That symbol was the planet Venus.

Yet another question: why Venus? And here lay the secret. Venus is special. She conceals a marvel in her movements across the firmament.

Each planet, as it circles, traces a pattern in the sky. A pattern formed by the number of times that it creates an alignment of Planet ... Sun ... Earth. Mars shows us an irregular four-sided figure in its four alignments. Mercury traces a great irregular triangle. Each planet aligns a different number of times and so forms an irregular geometric figure. But Venus is different.

Alone among the circling planets, Venus creates a perfect, regular and powerful symbol in the Heavens. In exactly eight full years she aligns five times. A pentacle. The five-pointed star ... the embodiment of the Divine Proportion. Professor Cornford said of this geometric figure, that ... ‘it enjoyed immense prestige and excited nothing short of reverence ... since very ancient times.’

As Above – So Below

The Magdalen – whose symbol is Venus – the goddess who traces that magical shape across the sky. The shape traced by Rennes-le-Château’s Pentacle of Mountains.
   Terribilis est Locus Iste ... Truly, This Place is Awesome.    
The wonder in the Heavens is reflected here upon the Earth.  For our ancestors this was indeed a Holy Place.

And for us ... ... ... ?