Strong's Delusion

Editor's Preface

Hi there madams and ma nizzies.  I, your humble narrator, Da WWWiz, I have an interesting discovery to report.

A couple daze ago I get a letter, like snail mail, from a friend in the UK who I haven't spoken to in years, but who follows my blog.  In the letter was a short hand written note from my friend and a pamphlet (the unpurged sum of which is transcribed word for word below).

My friend, Gavin, explains in his note that on a recent weekend piss-up in London he stops in at the famous 'speaker's corner'.  Some apocalyptic preacher type hands him this brochure, and Gavin--who also thinks I'm totally bonkers, says the text is right up my alley.

Here is the text of that pamphlet.  

Concerning a Variety of Heresies which Pose Riddles Vital to Our Interest

by Dr. Chuck Borgonya, professor of divinity emeritus, Trinity, Kings College, Dec. 1981.

Not one thing, but everything tradition attributes to Judas Iscariot is false. - Thomas De Quincey, 1857

Our inquiry will not turn upon a mathematical proof.  For such a plain mathematical model, we direct the reader to Lyndon Larouche's On the Subject of Metaphor - an absolutely convincing diagram of the supreme constant of reality (the Sphere), and a rapier diatribe against the mystery masonic fascism of religious and scientific dogma that is a plague upon humanity.

In place of such complex proof we prefer to simply state the finally proven fact needed to establish our case: as the Sphere is the Supreme cosmological constant, ergo, the Biblical Christ is the supreme figure of literature and social science. 

The Sphere, because it has an infinite number of surfaces, each of which supports an unbounded tangential plane surface, is both the smallest and greatest object present and eventful.  Whatever is happening, wherever and whenever it happens in quantum space, there is an infinitely small sphere at its center and an infinitely large sphere at its limit - a fact proven with beautiful elegance by Cantor's studies of Aleph Manifold and demonstrated with panache by Larouche in his infamous essay.  The Sphere is Supreme. 

Any honest and careful study of Biblical scripture, juxtaposed with an inquiry into the heresies of Gnosis, is apt to leave the student of divinity with the same description of Christ as we give to the Supreme Sphere.  As the Sphere is Geometrically Supreme, so is Christ the Supreme character of Literature.  It is very important to reassert that ours is neither a spiritual nor a dogmatic inquiry.  Rather, the directive of this inquiry is to examine only the literary supremacy of Christ.  It is Christ as a character in literature that is our concern, because it is our belief that along with the study of geometry, only allegorical literature documents the truth of Gnosis. 

We argue first and with passion that it is the literary Satan, the mythological Saturn or Father Time, who is the Lord of Order, not Christ.  Satan's maxim: Ordo ab Chao; from Chaos, Order.  It is Satan who is the master of Law and Measure, the creator of Time and therefore Death.  Popular myths such as promulgated by the astrotheologic and theosophic movement, myths which claim Christ as a model of many other previous characters of myth, do not make their case against the Gospel of Christ.  Rather, they simply annotate Satan's master plan to deceive the World and make Himself like The Most High.  Each time the true messiah appears, Satan murders Him and then claims the messianic persona as His Own.  The map of the universe as beheld by human enterprise, the whole of history, society, religion, science.  Everything we see or seem - all of it in Satan's ineluctable design. We estimate that His work, the shimmering dereliction in which we all reside, is a thing of great beauty and majesty. Praise His Mighty Name.  Hallowed Be His Name.  

But it is Christ and Christ alone who is the Lord of Cosmos, for it is only Christ that can not be made to measure, and thus like the Sphere, is an expression of the highest order of infinity. He who upturns the laws of God and yet is found without a fault. He that Was, Is and Will Be. The Loving Cup that Runneth Over.  We must praise the Father, to be sure, but all Glory is the property of Christ.  Glory and the Endless Wonders of the Abyss.

Again we remind that our focus belongs to the literary Christ and not the socio-spiritual model that also bears His ubiquity.  We speak not of actuality but virtual idealism.  Maybe a man called Christ walked the Earth?  Who could say they know it to be true and can demonstrtae this knowledge beyond doubt?  But the literal record, the Bible, the Gospel, these documents are a material fact.  The story of Christ does exist, and regardless of the zeitgeist, no other literary figure proposes the same action as He.  Not by a country mile - and that's a long way.

We explain.

Each and every theocratic dogma and each and every accepted scientific model of reality is predicated on a future state of reality, and on how through right action that state can be achieved with human effort. Judaism, Catholicism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, and the final religion, Science. All these and more designed by Satan to fool the many, and with a level of artifice that is profound and awesome splendor.  The beginning of wisdom is the fear of Satan.

But Literary Christianity stands alone from these Satanic marvels. Its oath not the distant standard of a human utopia which must derive from a troubled and violent evolution, but of instantaneous salvation.  Saved Now.  Saved Now.  Saved as Christ saved the theif at His crucifixion.  This is the promise of the Literary Christ: SAVED NOW.

Now good listener, you may fancy yourself, (in the rhetorical sense, of course), as 'a good man' or ' a lady of moral', free from sin, or that you can save yourself or don't need saving. Moreover, there are many among you who would dare say that the problem of sin is at its utmost a dubious proposition, and perhaps even utterly irrelevant.  We caution that our own view is not different, merely more acutely informed of dark detail--for it is our claim that the miracle of the Literary Christ is as He declares: Accomplished!  We are all good people and saved by Christ. Consider the mere fact that it can be suggested that 'sin does not exist' in a world such as our own, well...

...do you see? 

We go farther still, for our mission is not only to discover the fantastic certainty of Christ's virtual success, but to identify the exact methodology used to carry it out.  Heresy has been promised - it will be delivered.        

First, the problem of sin must be edified to the deepest possible level.  Very simply, sin is death.  Death in the sense of the absolute dissolution of the self.  It is the horrible and malformed fear of death that is the pinpoint source of every human crime and woe back to Original Sin itself.  And it is a justifiable fear - for who among thee wishes to be destroyed instead of healed.

The New Age Movement offers the so-called enlightened solution - the abandonment of ego.  The psychologist Elizabeth Kubler-Ross introduces the same idea as the acceptance of death.  To those who align with such folderol we propose a simple test.  Would you be willing to completely abandon your ego-self at once?  This would include the total loss of all memory and identity--what say you?

If you dare to answer 'yes', you must by all means tear yourself away from the secrets as yet herein untold and prepare a tidy suicide, post haste.  Don't let us keep you.

Readers that remain fool not themselves with odorless dreams of mystic star-transformation.  We few seek the belly of the beast.  The fire of the refiner: the literary Jesus Christ.  It is to us alone the horrible knowledge that edifies the last and most perplexing boggler of the greatest work of literature that is or was or will be. Namely: the problem of Judas.

According to Gospel, Jesus is a regular face at Temple.  He conducts outrageous miracles in public centers.  Rides into Jerusalem on a Donkey to the cries of 'King of the Jews!'.  Has personal audience with multiple high dignitaries.  In light of these, the identification of Jesus by Judas is pointless.  Nonsense.  Utterly unnecessary.  Jesus is already the talk of the town.

It is only through the deepest meditation that the truth of this riddle can be apprehended.

We must isolate certain facts.    A messiah is a healer, prophet, teacher and sometime martyr. The story of Christ, indeed of the Bible entire, is the story of many messiahs--John the Baptsit is one such messaih, Moses another. And Christ's age in particular is the age of the messiah, the age of miracle.

Messiah means anointed one.  The unguent used to anoint is the greasy fat of a ritually murdered lizard.  If this is not enough to make it crystal clear, we add that along with the gift of healing, walking on water, the summoning of matter, messiahs can also change their appearance like a chameleon its colors.  In the age of messiahs, such talents are not limited to just one man.  Christ's unique quality is that he is Ultimate among messiahs, because he understands the precise nature of his sacrifice, but not that he is the only technical messiah.  It is more than likely that many of Christ's inner circle also possessed the powers of a technical messiah, just as the followers of Great Stage Magicians are often lesser magicians themselves.  

We must likewise comprehend that it is not enough that Christ be punished for the sin of man, but also that he bear the full responsibility for that sin; the awful rapine evil that is the human soul in fear of death at the hands of Time.  For Satan, the sacrifice of an innocent man is not enough to forbid Him the complete destruction of His vile creation.  We aver: the study of scripture demands this conclusion: Satan exacts not only punishment upon Christ, but from Him draws the Sin of Man - a feat made flesh by the betrayal of Judas. 

Here is the technical dialectic.

1.  The whole rotten mess of human malfeasance is concentrated into a single literary documentary: the Torture, Crucifixion and Resurrection of Christ.  Satan agrees to the terms.

2.  A stand in for Christ is chosen, necessarily by Christ himself.  We suggest Thomas, who appears the meekest of the lot.  His natural decency and readiness to struggle with God makes him the perfect choice.  His murder will be ugly.  The murder of a real innocent.  The epitome of injustice.

3. As the legion approaches to arrest Christ, and in an act prearranged in league with the Romans, Christ shifts His appearance into that of Judas and then betrays his stand in Thomas, who is using his own albeit lesser power to appear in the guise of Christ.  For this act it is Christ who is paid thirty pieces of silver.  We add our suspicion, a mere conjecture, that the entire literary character of Judas is actually Christ in disguise and/or as a projected double.

4. Thomas is crucified and Christ, who has chosen Thomas as a sacrificial victim, now bears the shame of the greatest imaginable crime - the murder of a lamb of God - which is of an office Satan keeps a jealous watch.

5. The resurrected body of myth is merely Christ, unscathed and in in his usual composure, but with a secret name... Judas Christ.

Up to this point, we do not diverge too much from the self-serving heresies of popular Gnosis.  But where the Gnostic absurdly, even orgiastically suggests that this shell game was prepared to ensure that the bloodline of Christ be preserved, we expose the Heresy of Heresies - that the destiny of Christ and his terrible offering is that of the literary Judas, the secret Christ - and thus...

6. Judas Christ, now guilty as charged the Sins of Man, must carry out his own crucifixion and commit the greatest of all sin, self-denigration, self-degradation, self-destruction.  Satan demands not one iota less, and Christ, to save humankind, complies. Stripped of his name, of his crown, and at last of his goodness, a common murderer, he hangs himself in the wilderness.  To becometh carrion.  To becometh dust.  This is the mystery of the Aleph. This is the mystery of Tau.  No cross upon a hill.  No burial in linen. No resurrection.  No crown of light.  Rather, the barren lonely death of a man eternally despised.

And here's the kicker.  Satan serves up the His malevolent mischief over and over again--and who can blame Him.  He knows Judas Christ will always accept the terms for another chance at Grace. And yet--we can't help wonder that after a while, JC might start to get a taste for the killing--a love of the game for its own sake--and turn tables on his charming nemesis, that serpent of old and ancient of days, who is called the Devil.

Such matters are provocative, to be sure, and probably account for even the most subtle changes in the continuum of Time - to elude the keenest of souls.  Souls like our own, who know the world as it truly is.

And so we part with a psalm to Judas Christ... 

This burden is our trust

Arise in Him we must 

To find His secret name

Encrypted in the Game

To find it everywhere

Both violent and fair

In every nook and space

The triumph of His grace

His sacrifice is made

We can not let it fade

From memory, from rhyme

From in our gut, from Time

From where it shines and falls

And hanging on the walls

That hold our world to right

Still - watching in the night

Made flesh, made man, reviled

Like all of us - a child

...And lost inside a spell...

...the Labyrinth of Hell

Amen.

Afterword

The previous work - Strong's Delusion - including both the preface attributed to The Wrong Way Wizard and the pamphlet Concerning a Variety of Heresies which Pose Riddles Vital to Our Interest - is a literary forgery composed by drunken monkey Azazel Fenrar.

Az is a friend of mine.  A very good friend.  A few weeks back, in a state of alcoholic degeneration, we two would argue over who was the finer artist.  Az, who is a photographer by trade, boasts that he will write something that I might write, but better.  I tell him him, in the spirit of chivalry, to go fuck himself, and that if he succeeds, I will publish it on my site. 

I'll be damned if he didn't deliver... and how!  To boot, the pamphlet portion is a fantastic parody of 'The Three Versions of Judas', which I personally recommended to Az, the little sonofabitch.  Under the circumstances, I must reconsider my work completely.

Pax,

Mark de LeClair, The Wrong Way Wizard

Listen.

Quantum Je-bus: Where It's At

Everyone is a thelemite, though most have no idea.  Thelema means Law.  Nothing more.  Anyone who lives by the law, the law of the cosmos that is, is practicing thelema, and I submit that they couldn't do otherwise if they tried.  Every Man and Woman is a Star.  It's the Law.  Love is the Law.  Love and Gravity.  Wilting as thou dost. 

You've got to burn to shine, bro.  Burn.

I want to make an argument. This is complicated so stay with me here... the details are important.  Hold on before you decide what it is I really think about things, cuz I might surprise you. 

There are now and have always been two forces that appear at war with each other, although in fact they work in a tense and gleeful partnership.  They are... MOM and DAD.  Depending upon the natural tendencies of the person, the perspective is usually greatly slanted to one or the other. 

The Mother lovers: the new age, the green movement, moralists, liberals, spiritual fascists and indigo children.  It is all over the news.  The Nazi movement was built on the principle of moral spirituality and the harmony of man and nature.  Where it starts is always where it ends.  In case you don't know it, the Nazis won my friend.  We, west of Jerusalem, are now and have for almost 100 years, lived in a state of perfectly functional global fascism.  The first phase of the 1000 year Reich, which is the unification of all nations into a corporate body, is nigh on to completed.  

With deliberate irony and panache, this period of human social history was seeded into common knowledge during the French Revolution, purported as the herald of the end of human bondage, which crowning symbol was Diana.  Diana, who is the supreme symbol of Lunar Agriculture and the pagan worship of nature. If you think about it, you will realize that a successful enterprise of global agriculture by its definition must be that of a fascist state - a slave state - where the individual is totally bound by responsibility to the perpetuation of 'society' into the endless future.

The programmers of this Brave New World Order have, over the 6000 years since the inception of their plan, modulated the technique used to shanghai the individual person into the patterns of a bewildered thrall.  The latest of these techniques, which was a big reason for the Second World War (the clever hidden message of Inglourious Basterds), is 'media propaganda' and it is fucking sophisticated.

The new world promised by the likes of Eckhart Tolle, The Greens, The Wiccans, and all the granola munching puritans in Seattle, theirs is a world of agricultural fascism.  I single out Tolle: not in the least bit a spiritual teacher, but an apparatchik and a racketeer.  His work is designed, packaged, marketed and delivered rush overnight to middle and upper middle class people the world over. Not to enlightlen them, but to prepare in the subconscious zeitgeist the complex argument that will be used to mitigate the complete enslavement of humanity to corporate concern - not to mention the murder of the individual.

Thing is, The Powers That Be know that this plan will in all likelihood collapse under the inherent stress it will cause.  This is where DAD comes in.

The Daddy doers: fiscal conservatives, capitalists, political communists, military strategists, religious dogmatics, traditionalists of every kind.  Alex Jones and Alan Watt are two famous examples of the philisopical wing.  David Icke, ironically, is another.  These people are either paid stooges or seriously dense. I suspect the latter.  Regarding communism, most people don't understand it because they mistake that the political aspect is an end when it is only a means.  The end goal of communism is a corporate capitalist state.  China is not a country, it's a business.  The best business on earth and getting better.

Anyway, as the bloody truth of the agricultural cult of redrum becomes accessible to the common man and woman, DAD applies a counter measure to ensure stability.  1400 years ago, Islam is born, just a simple seed.  But make no mistake about it my pasty little friends.  Green is the color of Islam and the future is Green.  A global psycho-fascist agri-state where every aspect of tradition, knowledge and social behavior is rigidly and ritually educated and enforced by a state religion.  It's gonna happen and nothing can stop it.  Global Islam.  Bring it baby!  Allah be praised!

Right about now you might be thinking I'm a bit of a conspiracy junky and a 'freeman type'.  You would be very wrong my friend.  In fact, I think the conspiracy, which I call reality, is perfect in every way.  Perfect and getting perfecter.  As such I am a strict fatalist.  What will be will be.  I simply take delight in exploring the details of this impossibly marvelous plan -  a pastime, you might say.  Nero fiddling while Rome burns, that sort of thing.  It's a state of grace, and not indifference.

We are all 'in the game'.

At last can get to the point of this 'argument', which is to reveal the discreet nature of what I try to communicate in my blog as art, in my communications with honesty, bribery, theft, as simply as I can, and in my life as a person of optimism and patience.

Here goes...

'... changes aren't permanent, but change is...'

- Neal Peart

Before anything at all can be understood, and I mean anything at all, one must first discover that reality is in every way impossible.  I can not be writing this, and yet I am.  You can not be, are not reading this...

I must refer to the experience of two others that are reported very similar to my own.. that of RAW and PKD.  Dick's story in particular, is remarkably like that of my own.  Now sure, lots of folks out there are feeling the vibe and observing the profoundly weird things that are going around.  What's different here is that like me, these men came to an legitimate understanding of the event they lived through.  RAW, a clever and talented man, found a highly intellectual grasp of inevitable reality and reported it with childish glee.  Dick, like me, was essentially destroyed by the process.  Not because he was less able to process, but because he was exceptionally and in particular emotionally sensitive to literary motif.

By decoding his personal synchs, he came to the same conclusion I will now explain as my direct experience.  The words could be Dick's, although he was a pretty smokin' writer, to which I make no serious threat.  You can take it or leave it as you will, but what follows is a fact.  If you read it and understand it, you will  have the answer to every question of politics and science at your finger tips.

Jesus Christ, who is the real and One god of All,  walked the earth as a man, and he was put on the cross, in a horrible act of serial violence.  As he 'died' he uttered the words 'it is accomplished', but less known is the secretly taught rumor bespoke by him to one of the thieves crucified with him.

'If you believe in me NOW, then although you suffer upon the cross, you are immortal and with me in heaven'.

Christ proclaimed, predicted with pinpoint accuracy, the destruction of Solomon's Temple.  This moment was 'the beginning of the end of time'.  Time, which is the cause of all death and suffering.  Christ promises to return at the end of of Two Thousand years, when time runs out completely, to establish his ABSOLUTE and eternal kingdom.  Beyond Time and therefore beyond death.  When the temple is destroyed, the Kaballistic Scientists know they have to Act fast to maintain alchemical dominance over life and death.  These guys are fucking powerful and in control - fah rizz, and as time winds down, they know Christ must not intervene (for reasons I will explain if I am asked).  To STOP the naturally stable and spherical perpetuation of divinity, of quantum time, they will force it into a cubical response to human events.  The Kaballists call this the Cube of Space... but what they don't advertise is that to create The Cube, a time-loop had to be created.  The effort to do so was a complete and fabulous success.  Time, reality itself was looped around 80 A.D, about the time of the Book of Acts.  No one knows for sure, not in the mainstream anyway, just how far back in time the loop goes, but it doesn't matter to the Scientist, because the return of Christ is perpetually stalled.  The truth of our so-called 'reality' is that we have traveled this loop for an ocean of time and don't rightly know.  The variety of history and advance of the human species is an illusion, a feedback loop of created by two lines of tape as they pass each other in space.  It's all done with magnets. And there is no way out.

For Dick, this was an awful reckoning, and he reverted into a febrile religious fervor.  A madness of the kind one does not really enjoy.  For me, it was a little different, not clever or talented, but ballsy and kinda ignorant.  Ignorant and bottomless-ly curious.  I won't go into the results of my experiment but suffice it to say it was a little rough, and this is where being a punk really came in handy.  Punks have no shame.  They eat their own guts and ask for seconds.  They recover, clean up the puke and party on.  Sure, it's all shit, but it's not bad.  Not bad at all.

I recovered from a horrible fate by embracing my punk, and thus I was able to uncover a further truth, missed by the probing Dick.  By trapping us in a perpetual time loop, the Scientist has made humanity immortal!!! 

All of us live forever, we just forget it from time to time.  Moreover, this time trap elucidates an uplifting viewpoint of the cosmos, and also a startling irony.  Because we have cycled, like I said, through an ocean of time since the Crucifixion of Christ, he could rightfully step in and bring his coming at any moment.  I like to call this the Hangman's Loophole.  Here's the irony, and it's a kicker.  Exactly because the Satanic Scientists have succeed in their plan to trap reality in a loop of time that they can not dismantle, making us all technically immortal, Je-bus doesn't have to step in.  Doesn't have to and probably couldn't be bothered, having the best seat in the madhouse, up there on his cross, bleeding forever,  Looking down on it all - the madness - and laughing his fucking head head off.

It is accomplished, indeed.  The sonofabitch may not have had the power to do a damn thing.  Could have been the worlds greatest con.  Just enough bluff and political savvy to turn over the wrong carts at the right time and fool the God of Genesis into saving us all forever.  Forever in a dream of letters and flesh.

Either way, it is written, and when you really know it, from faith, perhaps, or experience, I don't know, maybe by simply forgiving yourself for everything - but when you know it, the truth of it is written on every wall, in the words of every song, and on the lips of cryptic strangers.  Jesus Christ is King.  A real king.  Not the kind who holds a sin against a man, or a woman -whatever it the sin may be.  And contrary to popular belief, he don't care if you believe or not - this man is gallant.  You are saved.  Booted to the drive and backed up into the mists of whispering time.  Guar-un-teed.

So I, Artislav Mel, am revealed at last, for those who haven't figgered it yet.  A Je-bus Phreak.  What can I say, I have a thing about beauty.

Jebus H. Christ is my super quantum fucking superhero.  Always has been.  And without a doubt the greatest, the only genius of all time.

Here's to you, master.  Your chill be done.

Pax

AM

Honed to a Mason's Tee

My article Aerial Act has been yet again expanded at length.  I have been working with some editors, who wanted more.  The final article is significantly more in depth that the original.  You can read it at metaphilm.

Pax

Extra

The article just below, Aerial Act, has been extensively updated and improved.  If you have seen the movie or plan to, the article is worthwhile.

With any luck, in a day or so, it will be published at extreme cinezine metaphilm.  It's an excellent site - check it out.

Hope you all enjoy.  Happy Chinese New Year.

Da WWWiz

Whereabouts Unknown

The measures of Megiddo have been met

The planned Apocalypse is here, and yet,

It takes a pinch of time, a teaspoon full of rhyme,

And all the sour lemon of regret, upon the table set

‘Til we forget

That yesterday (which never really was),

Tomorrow (how it hastens as it does),

And present (as it stands) are hiding in the sands

Of memory - and rumbling like applause - applying their own laws

How free of flaws!

Am I the only one to see it show?

Approaching so deliberately slow,

Creeping across the line of a filament so fine

Or frozen in a single flake of snow with nowhere else to go

But undertow

Draw me into those waters whence I came,

Where even Heaven hasn’t got a name

Unmercifully cool, a dark enchanted pool

And baptize me into the secret game, the clear and conscious flame

Uncertainly alone

My whereabouts unknown

- Romeo Tenderflake (poet and rancher, Botswana, 1919)