Shouts and whispers

I do not worship any god, gods or goddesses. I call no man master, human or otherwise.  I kneel to no-one, human or otherwise.  I do have a small circle of imaginary friends:  Jesus, Artemis, Athena, Apollo and Pan.  I have to have someone intelligent to talk to. Oh and Lenin pops round occasionally.  I said once that if you imagine Jesus and Lenin had a very long talk and Jesus taught Lenin the critical importance of love and Lenin taught Jesus the critical importance of reason, you would end up with roughly what I think.  I also of course said once, corrupt education and the whole thing goes.  They corrupted education and the whole thing went.  Let us say it has been made abundantly clear to me that fact is frowned upon, reason, intellect, literacy, the capacity to express and analyse ideas, independent thought.  Any intellectual virtue is frowned upon in the Brave New World in which we have simply to sit docile at the feet of our masters and imbibe whatever sick crap they spew.

This is thus to be interpreted metaphorically.  It is possibly the greatest hymn in the English language.

 So it’s all a huge joke.  Evil is good.  Everything that is vile and pathetic about human beings is praised and lauded, everything sly, vicious, underhand, dishonest, deceitful, squalid, vindictive, cowardly, filthy, self-obsessed, psychopathic, dirty, degraded, depraved, the capacity to live in mental worlds that exist solely in their heads, divorced from observable reality, the capacity to think all subject to them and to attempt to force others to share their delusions. Animals who think everyone else is an animal, an animal that cowers before force, a monkey that makes appeasement gestures when faced by a bigger animal, a monkey without love or mind, a monkey  with no use for language or reason, a monkey that merely hits.  To create societies in which therefore violence is the sole criterion governing human affairs, though of course language and a truncated reason, a reason that doesn’t question the frame of reference, may be freely employed to pretend otherwise.  Students may earnestly study this or that point of theology or other doctrine, but they would be unwise to chirp up that there is actually no proof God desires any of the things attributed to him.

Fact is on my side, the facts of history, the facts about me, my family, my body, that keeps me sane in the world of the absolutely bestially evil loon, the totally intellectually and morally depraved, diseased sickening filth, which is everyone.  I’m saying this is a democracy, a system of government precisely designed to protect the sovereign liberty of individual against filth like these, the criminally insane, which recognizes the grotesque psychological problems of a sick animal unable to stand me not liking either it or its bloody religion, unable to stand that others are not its property, with which it may do as it will, that it has no right to crawl around behind closed doors decreeing its wishes; it is simply a joke; these are not my problems. That no-one has to obey it.  There are many psychiatrists in London.  I am sure it can find one able to help it deal with the existence of other human beings in the world who are separate from it and equal in rights.    I am saying literacy matters.  I am recounting the facts of intellectual and political history.  I am saying I have a metal rod in my back. I am saying that consequent to repeated physical abuse I became crippled.  I am saying that no-one thought that worthy of attention.  I am saying democracy is unknown in UCH and regarded as a silly joke.  I am sure they claim I’m mad.  A little attention to the facts indicates otherwise, but of course doctors and nurses are completely intellectually incapable outside their work.  Do they jabber they’re sure I’ll come round?  Come round to what?  Being a piece of filth, accepting any lie, any bestiality, any criminality to protect my miserable skin, further my career and of course the pay is good?  Being an arse-licker, a cock-sucker, a grovelling monkey who appeases power, a gutless crawling coward, a degraded, depraved subhuman, a squalid sickening animal, or in other words like all the rest of them. 

Of course this gibbering rabble of obscenity, of traitor vermin united to destroy democracy and destroy me for getting in their way, psychopaths who brook no challenge, know it.  Don’t you, Linch.  Tell me to my face in public there was no Glorious Revolution of 1688, no Enlightenment.  That is why they are desperate to cover up.  People would laugh too loudly. 

The unspeakable evil of being butchered and destroyed in England in 2019 for upholding a free, rational, democratic, civilized country lies fundamentally of course not in offal like Linch, Naylor, Goldstone, but in those outside UCH, who cheerfully look on, happy to see democracy destroyed, happy to see me destroyed, happy to further the imposition of  government by the psychopath, the hysteric, the deranged and diseased animal.

And for saying what it actually says in the New Testament, of course, as opposed to what the Vatican says it says.  Where appropriate for saying what Marx, Engels, Lenin actually said about religion, as opposed to what the joke fascist fake Left preaches. 

I am also saying other things, which are not open to verification.  These are not original. Like my fictional Dill, I combine my father's rationalism with a profound esotericism
Sarat Comes Clean! We’re An Item Says Sarat. Sarat Names The Day. The last time I stood here, I said things I now confirm. With all my heart, with all my mind, with all my being, I love Dill. Also I love Maya. Maya is dead. If we continue, we are in some place immeasurably distant. If we do not, there is an ending. We cannot, we should not live our lives in a place, a time of our imagining, in a world bounded by death. Our place is here and now, our meaning to be alive and to live to the fullest extent of our being. We should live our lives in reality.
Some will say, that is the opposite of what I said. I say…..He laughed. Tough. I do not have today to be solemn. I do not feel the need to be formal. I do not have to explain my innermost feelings to the world. I am here because I love Dill. Dill is my grace and my truth. Dill is my resolution and my culmination. To Dill I say, nothing can destroy our love. This I know. Dill entered the House of Silence and walked down the aisle towards him in the little black dress. He wrapped his arms around her then kissed her cheek and left her to it. Some people, they know who they are, will try to pour scorn on Sarat’s feelings. They will say, either he truly loved Maya or he truly loves me. I say, they are idiots, who understand nothing of the human heart. Zulagan bit his lip so hard it nearly bled and stole a glance at Mitch. Mitch was sitting forward, his head in hands, thinking why do I feel the eyes of the world are upon me! My lady, thought Challin, why not call them morons and be done. Cho looked at Kile, poker-faced, save for her dancing eyes. Of course he loves Maya. Of course he loves me, as much and as deeply as he loved Maya when she lived. If you cannot see the difference, then truly you are a lost cause. And I love Sarat, with all my heart, with all my mind, with all my being. I am here because I love Sarat. Sarat is my grace and my truth. Sarat is my resolution and my culmination. To Sarat I say, nothing can destroy our love. This I know. He did not, observed Seani, get where he is today without a certain amount of raw nerve.
Nor by the sound of it did she! Dill hadn’t finished, not by a long chalk. Love has no bounds. This I know. Love does not distinguish between life and death. It is we who do that, we who must do that. I do not live my life as though my sister were still with me, though she never leaves me. My father, my grandmother, do not live as though Heela were still present. Would it not be nonsense to say I am not Mistress of Var-segan because my grandfather is dead. Life is a process of change. Have we not said it? They cannot destroy our laughter, our joy, our delight in life, in each other. This we know. They are bound in understanding, thought Cho, and that also is the message – and if you don’t get it, you’re a moron. I shall enjoy my grand-daughter-in-law. You have to look at the father, sir.
Oh no, said small, tubby and balding, mother-panther in defence of her cubs. You have to look at the mother! Sarat: Sarat, Dill and the Matter of Kadun (3)
PANTHER -> Site news -> 'A Hymn of Thanksgiving for the final overthrow of Death'
by Ysabel Howard - Sunday, 17 July 2011, 02:46 AM
 
The Libretto of Handel's Messiah. It's probably not a good idea to think you can walk over the Christian tradition without first understanding what the Christian tradition is. That half the 'Christian priests' are Death-Eaters, servants of the Dark Lord, should not confuse the issue.

Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 52 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. 53 For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. 54 So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. 55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
1 Corinthians
“Supposing you’re a soprano,” said Shavli. Sarat looked a bit surprised but did his best. “You hit all the top notes. That’s fine. That’s cool. Your voice dominates the stage. But what you need to do is go higher, beyond the range of the human voice.”
“Now, Sarat, if you will just tell our viewers, and remember, there must be a hundred million tuned in worldwide, exactly what you think about death. Shall I tell them about the throne too?”
“Now you come to mention it…” said Shav.
Dear people, I thank you. I shall not say in my worst dreams I never imagined but of course the reality. Some have called us heedless, foolhardy. We pay then for our folly? We do not skulk, cringe before Death the Great Master – “ The contempt in his voice was palpable. “And so some will say is this devastation we experience, is this ceremonial we conduct, not in obedience, obeisance to Death.” Oh Sarat, breathed Mitch. “We are human. To be human is to love. We grieve because we love, but love must conquer our grief, our fear. We feel the pain and pass through it into love. We are here today in love to love, to affirm the triumph of love. Love endures. We are here because we love Maya, not because we loved her, an ephemeral state, soon forgotten. This flame symbolizes that love. It is no feeble thing, readily extinguished. It is Light. It is power. It is all power. Death has no power over us. And so there is not an ending but a change, as every atom in the flame changes from moment to moment. Once more things are different but also they are the same. There is no faltering in our resolution, no dent in our love.
“‘They came, the skull-faces, but we laughed.’ This Narulis wrote in his Journal – “ When a very large number of people gasp, it makes a noise, however quietly they try to do it. Sarat continued. This I say to you today. They cannot destroy laughter. Today we feel far from it, I perhaps most of all, but all sorrow must pass.
Sarat: 'This most terrible of days'

Make that all the Christian clergy.

"You were right about those Trots, Mummy. Awfully stringy and loads of ghastly yellow fat." Licks paws. "Mummy, Labour appear to be saying I can't take a standard Marxist position here."

"Labour, darling. Are not like us."

"I know that! In what way?"

"They lack coherence."

"Daddy was perfectly coherent."

"Your father was exceptional. Labour is the home of practical persons."

"Half of them are bloody lawyers! What's practical - ?"

"Not persons who think, darling."

"And definitely not people who work! Lawyers and lecturers in FE at tinpot colleges. Or else they worked for Hackney Council!"

"There aren't any dockers and miners left."

"There must be some. Something's a problem? Ban it! It's their solution to everything."

"How many of their silly laws have you broken, darling?"

"Lost count." Mummy smiles proudly. "I just quote Pericles at them. Don't you think it's terribly amusing that all the silly Stalinists cling to the one thing Marx was evidently wrong about and ditch all the things he was right about?"

"Hatred of 'bourgeois freedom' and 'bourgeois democracy' has always been the excuse of the Left's natural fascists."

Not of course that quoting Pericles to sick monkeys, to the clinically insane, impervious to anything outside the filth between their ears, achieved anything.
Alcibiades. Please, Pericles, can you teach me what a law is?
Pericles. To be sure I can.
Alcibiades. I should be so much obliged if you would do so. One so often hears the epithet "law-abiding" applied in a complimentary sense; yet, it strikes me, one hardly deserves the compliment, if one does not know what a law is.
Pericles. Fortunately there is a ready answer to your difficulty. You wish to know what a law is? Well, those are laws which the majority, being met together in conclave, approve and enact as to what it is right to do, and what it is right to abstain from doing.
Alcibiades. Enact on the hypothesis that it is right to do what is good? or to do what is bad?
Pericles. What is good, to be sure, young sir, not what is bad.
Alcibiades. Supposing it is not the majority, but, as in the case of an oligarchy, the minority, who meet and enact the rules of conduct, what are these?
Pericles. Whatever the ruling power of the state after deliberation enacts as our duty to do, goes by the name of laws.
Alcibiades. Then if a tyrant, holding the chief power in the state, enacts rules of conduct for the citizens, are these enactments law?
Pericles. Yes, anything which a tyrant as head of the state enacts, also goes by the name of law.
Alcibiades. But, Pericles, violence and lawlessness--how do we define them? Is it not when a stronger man forces a weaker to do what seems right to him--not by persuasion but by compulsion?
Pericles. I should say so.
Alcibiades. It would seem to follow that if a tyrant, without persuading the citizens, drives them by enactment to do certain things--that is lawlessness?
Pericles. You are right; and I retract the statement that measures passed by a tyrant without persuasion of the citizens are law.
Alcibiades. And what of measures passed by a minority, not by persuasion of the majority, but in the exercise of its power only? Are we, or are we not, to apply the term violence to these?
Pericles. I think that anything which any one forces another to do without persuasion, whether by enactment or not, is violence rather than law.
Alcibiades. It would seem that everything which the majority, in the exercise of its power over the possessors of wealth, and without persuading them, chooses to enact, is of the nature of violence rather than of law?
To be sure (answered Pericles), adding: At your age we were clever hands at such quibbles ourselves. It was just such subtleties which we used to practise our wits upon; as you do now, if I mistake not.
Xenophon, The Memorabilia (trad. HG Dakyns)

“The healing lies in the balance? Papa – “ which Mel hadn’t called him since he was about ten. “ – how is it possible to be both alive and dead?”
“Darling,” said Saski, “you do not appear to be doing badly so far.”
“Do you understand that – that in earthpower I am Master of Kadun or more exactly - ?”
“Of course, darling,” said Saski.
He’s going to say it, thought Tar. He said it.
“What does it all mean?”
The Matter of Kadun (inner and eso): life, death, eternity and Gaia (2)


But we never did. Did and didn’t. They brought us up, the beasts, to understand that we did not exist solely in linear time. But of course that had nothing to do with getting on with life!”
“What does being dead mean?”
“We have all noted that time hiccups only backwards and that perhaps is the Matter of Kadun, a burp where the future is closed. Which may also mean the whole thing is some monstrous game, though which monsters.”
Mel laughed.
“It plays in real-time, whatever that is. Precognition - ?”
“Dead wrong,” said Sarat. “Which was strange.”
I think I’m beginning to get this, thought Mel.
“Or was it?”
“You – implied I was sitting here communing with Maya or at least - implied volition, I prefer sitting here thinking about Maya to being with Dill. Perhaps – definitely perhaps – a physical me and a physical Maya are together, somewhere, some alternative future, some parallel universe. I am here and now and the physical me and the physical Dill occupy my thoughts.” He grinned. “In all our aspects.”
“Some worm-hole! Kaminua and Asyrion.”
Sarat made theatrical gestures of astonishment.
“He has a brain! I don’t want that. My time and place and – duty, it is not the right word. Role – purpose – “
“But guilt?”
“If I loved her as much as I said I did and I love her as much as I say I do – I don’t think, you know, even the Denzines could set that up once someone was dead. I did not find it necessary to enquire.”
“Why are we all so obsessed with Asyrion! That was not – future tense?”
“Our limited social circle! Suppose what everyone ‘saw’ when they attempted to gaze penetratingly into the future of Sarat and Maya was Kaminua and Asyrion?”
“That’s crazy.”
“Tell me about it. Bring it down a few levels and you come to my parallel universe. Suppose the bloody Matter of Kadun is that somehow the whole place (or at least a certain field of flowers) is also in a parallel universe. I am not of course saying I believe that! Suppose also what I, me, myself, I want to do is live and love with Dill here and now and do worthy things contributory to improving the quality of life in Kadun.”
“Suppose,” said Mel slowly, “everything is a metaphor, except that.”
“Oh verily!” said Sarat. “Now, all that said, I am not totally sure I believe in the Casin-ruhn trip. My gut reaction was special effects. That said, a lot of finely tuned minds saw the same movie. All that said – “ He grinned. “ – I am not convinced that if you mooched off to Qartly and asked him to fix immortality for you and Cantilip he would be able to oblige. Knowledge can be lost. I’ll say that before you do. I shall also say that screwing perception is very much an earthpower gig. You know Van-senok stole the chair.”
“I know,” said Mel.
“Here lies whole the emperor’s peace!” intoned Sarat mockingly.
“They didn’t mean to cause the dissolution of the empire.” .... “Now you’re being dense. Earthpower had to heal and has healed Kadun.”
“But that’s the exact opposite!”
“I know,” said Cantilip. “It’s still true. Both are true.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Hadn’t you noticed? Kadun is a bloody impossible place!”
Mel howled with laughter.
“I almost believe in the parallel universes.”
“The chief problem with that is the sense it makes. Two opposing sets of physical laws.” Mel was still yowling with laughter. “Exactly what,” growled Cantilip, “is so funny?”

Sarat: Sarat, Dill and the Matter of Kadun (2)

Never ask what does it all mean in the presence of those sure they know.  They will simply destroy you, with the complete blessing of Government, Opposition, security services and everyone else in sight, because they are wonderful religious people.  Welcome back to the Middle Ages.

PANTHER -> Site news -> Multiverse (3)
by Ysabel Howard - Tuesday, 19 April 2011, 02:38 AM
 
Naturally the god of the multiverse is obsessed with the behaviour of the human female. Multiverse Theory
  
"This new concept is, potentially, as drastic an enlargement of our cosmic perspective as the shift from pre-Copernican ideas to the realization that the Earth is orbiting a typical star on the edge of the Milky Way."
                                Sir Martin Rees, 1998,  current Astronomer Royal of Britain         There are stars with enough mass to collapse on themselves, forming what have been theorized as black holes.  It is thought that within these black holes there is a point called "singularity" at which all physical laws may cease to exist.  At this point the curvature of space-time becomes infinitely large, and modern science can no longer predict what will happen.  Einstein's theory of relativity cannot determine what effect singularity will have on an object, forming an uncertainty in our universe.  It is from this uncertain state that many theories have arisen surrounding singularity.  It has been theorized that beyond singularity exist tunnels - shortcuts - to other ends of the universe.  These "wormholes" could be a solution to interstellar travel, which currently is limited by relativity.  However, many complications surround this possible theory.  Most notable is the fact that the gravitational force of a black hole would crush any possible interstellar spacecraft, which is something that will have to be worked out.  While this theory about singularity is questionable at best and will probably be left to science fiction, there is another theory about the center of a black hole that has been gaining more acceptance from respected physicists and astronomers, and describes a whole new view about our known universe.          At the point of singularity it is agreed that it is impossible to predict physical behavior.  This could mean that beyond this point of singularity there may be an entirely new set of physical laws.  It is quite possible that after singularity, there may be an absence of such basic forces as gravity, electromagnetism, and the strong and weak nuclear forces.  If this were to happen, or if just one of these forces did not exist or was changed, then technically it would not be a part of this universe.  Our universe is defined as the observable (if not explainable) aspects of the cosmos that involve the galaxies, stars, planets, and life that we know.  Should a basic component of our physical laws be changed, none of what we know would exist. 

Then of course there's transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim, which is vital to getting back to the garden with Mummy, where it's always summer.
The centre of the cross where 'heaven' meets earth and right meets left, is where everything is whole.
I think to the Kabbalists among Jesus' followers
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
TS Eliot: Four Quartets - Burnt Norton
This is not Zanocki Park – “ where Azt had decided public debate was held. “This is a place for people to be quiet if they want, a peaceful place. It’s also where I live, at least part of the time, so you will be sure to keep the noise down, won’t you, kids.”
Then, just as the elders were beginning to turn away, their very shoulders murmuring relentlessly casual even on an occasion such as this, Sarat continued, a lasso holding them in place.
“There is the love way or the power way. There is reciprocity, harmony, union. All are One. Some do not know it. Thus it is said, each is both One and the Other and each makes his or her choice. There is harmony with one’s fellow-humans or there is distance, separation, hierarchy, retreat from fellowship when only Might is Right. There is harmony with all that lives. There is harmony with the earth herself, for the final union is that between the earth and all that lives, indissolubly bonded. This Narulis understood. This I know.”
He turned and stepped down. The silence was absolute. Was it something I said? thought Sarat.
He turned, no, not to Maya, but to Cantilip.
“My lady of Van-senok, may I lead?”
“My lord, there is only the dance.”
He led her out into the middle of the people-space.
I don’t know this dance, he thought, but that doesn’t matter. I am being danced. It is dancing me. Cantilip twirled and span, ever faster. I am the trees, thought Cantilip, and he is the wind. The wind stopped abruptly and raised her hand to his lips.
“The time is now,” said Sarat. I think I can hear horns.
Something of a platitude, thought those still retaining control of their brains, which weren’t many. Then he knew what he was hearing and threw Cantilip to the ground as PANTHER shouted, “GET DOWN! Everyone flat!”
The blast hit the centre of the dais. For one terrible moment Sarat thought, Azt killed them, all of them gone, but a ring of light contained it and there is Mel, ring-master. Sun-ka-sun. I shine. But perhaps he is dead. How else does Mel look in death? Sarat ran forward Halfway to the dais he realized Mel wasn’t the least bit dead but couldn’t work out what the hell he was doing. Venga realized and his pleasant baritone echoed through the hall. Come, hadin, come, come not alone, come hadin, come. Is that wholly appropriate, thought Mitch, then realized it was an invocation.
Sarat: The Matter of Kadun: life, death, eternity and Gaia
Lord of the Dance
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I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth,
At Bethlehem I had my birth.
Refrain
Dance, then, wherever you may be;
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.
And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.
I danced for the scribe and the Pharisee,
But they would not dance and they would not follow me;
I danced for the fishermen, for James and John;
They came to me and the dance went on.
Refrain
I danced on the sabbath when I cured the lame,
The holy people said it was a shame;
They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high;
And they left me there on a cross to die.
Refrain
I danced on a Friday and the sky turned black;
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back;
They buried my body and they thought I’d gone,
But I am the dance and I still go on.
Refrain
They cut me down and I leapt up high,
I am the life that’ll never, never die;
I’ll live in you if you’ll live in me;
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.

Site news -> 'And death shall have no dominion.'
by Ysabel Howard - Sunday, 17 July 2011, 02:59 AM

 
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary E. Frye
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 1 Corinthians 15: 55
Death is swallowed up in victory. 1 Corinthians 15: 54
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8: 38
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. 1 Corinthians 15: 26
Also on the tombstone of James and Lily Potter
Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him.Romans 6: 9
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Eliot: The Waste Land 4. Death by Water
 
“I know, I know! But mentally we’ve taken ourselves over the top and that’s what we don’t know.”
“Because it’s we who are calling the shots. Our little brains are squealing that there’s something we need to let hang out here…”
“Life is death. It only sounds so repulsive because time programmes us to see it linearly.”
“When my grandfather died, I knew he just wasn’t there. He was somewhere, but not there. A dead person is sort of conclusive.”
Mel thought of his dead.
“Yes.” Then, “It’s what Mitch said. But not linear. Every moment in life is the opportunity to come out of the dark into Light.” But then he frowned. “I can’t believe the Anile court didn’t know that.”
“Anile Throne Excursions,” said Cantilip. “Suppose – there’s the Interface, capital I. What all the trips are about is interfaces. No barriers. What is being screamed at us is everything is whole.”
Sarat: The Matter of Kadun (inner and eso): life, death, eternity and Gaia (1)
 
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ccording to Before the Beginning, by Sir Martin Rees, "If nuclear forces were slightly weaker, no chemical elements other than hydrogen would be stable and there would be no nuclear energy to power stars.  But, if the nuclear forces were slightly stronger than they actually are relative to electric forces, two protons could stick together so readily that ordinary hydrogen would not exist, and stars would evolve quite differently."  (Rees 232)  This demonstrates the small chance that it took for things to actually turn out like they did, and implies that it may be difficult for things to ever duplicate themselves should this idea of a "Multiverse" be more than just a theory.          The Multiverse theory for the universe has been a recently accepted theory that describes the continuous formation of universes through the collapse of giant stars and the formation of black holes.  With each of these black holes there is a new point of singularity and a new possible universe.  As Rees describes it, "Our universe may be just one element - one atom, as it were - in an infinite ensemble: a cosmic archipelago.  Each universe starts with its own big bang, acquires a distinctive imprint (and its individual physical laws) as it cools, and traces out its own cosmic cycle.  The big bang that triggered our entire universe is, in this grander perspective, an infinitesimal part of an elaborate structure that extends far beyond the range of any telescopes."  (Rees 3)  This puts our place in the Multiverse into a small spectrum.  While the size of the earth in relation to the sun is minuscule, the size of the sun, the solar system, the galaxy, and even the universe, could pale in comparison to this proposed Multiverse.  It would be a shift in thinking that may help explain our big bang theory and possibly give light to the idea of parallel universes.          While the idea of a parallel universe may sound farfetched, a recent book from an Oxford physicist named David Deutsch entitled, "The Fabric of Reality: The Science of Parallel Universes - And Its Implications" describes the possibilities of tapping in on parallel universes.  He proposes that through a parallel universe one computer would be able to find an identical counterpart computer from the other universe, and collaborate with it to increase knowledge of the other universe.  This involves the collaboration of many theories that have yet to have much proof.  However, it is another arm of the Multiverse theory that has become more accepted in recent years that could possibly yield positive benefits for society.          The Multiverse theory itself, regardless of parallel universes, has many implications.  Most notable is the unique, complex process from which our own universe was born, and how easily it could have been different.  It may imply that, out of the possibly thousands, millions, or billions of universes, ours was special enough to develop life, which, in itself is special.  Maybe life in another universe has a different meaning, but we know that our universe, at the very least is special in that it houses our kind of life.  If just one physical law were slightly different, then there would be nobody to appreciate the beauty that we can see on an everyday basis.  This brings up one ultimate question.  If every universe began from another universe, where did it all begin?  Recent physicists imply that there is no room for a creator under the current model of thinking.  However, with such a complex system of laws, principles, and forces that allowed life to exist, one must give to the possibility of a creator behind it all. Sources: http://www.changesurfer.com/eventhorizon/ngc917.html http://users.imag.net/~edm192/ http://library.advanced.org/12713/index.shtml Rees, Martin.  Before the Beginning.  Reading, MA: Helix Books, 1997.

As I have ridiculously often said, like everything else, I am not writing a physics textbook here.  I take ideas and bat around with my paws.  I am of course dealing with the intellectually subhuman.  The idea they have degrees is of course a large part of the sick joke.

At the esoteric level I confront Voldemort on a particularly bad day, a squirming, shapeless, foul-smelling, heap of oozing slime, a thing that has expunged all light, all warmth, all love, all mind from itself.  A man is by himself Unmade.  Nobody does it to him or any of them.  They do it to themselves in their ardent desire to please, to be thought good, virtuous.  It probably trumpets about good and evil but in fact, like the Voldemort of fiction, it says: 'There is no good or evil. There is only power.'  Coming back to the material world, it's probably dripping with titles, honours, wealth, on which animals fawn, but it's still just a squirming pile of infected diarrhoea.  It thinks it has to be significant to me, I must be made to accept I am its property, that it represents a boundary to my existence, dictates what I may be and do and think and read and write and say.

No-one except me laughs in its face.   Everyone falls on their faces before it and holds its coat and bows it in as it cripples and destroys me.

This is vexing.  Nauseating.  Obscene.  Etc. Evil.  I even told them about the wands with the twin cores.  When the two wands clashed, the ghosts of the tens of millions killed by the Dark Wand appeared and said, Hold fast.  Marxism, like everything else, is what you make of it. 

PANTHER -> Site news -> If I may just remind you...the new Marxism
by Ysabel Howard - Thursday, 19 January 2012, 06:52 PM
 
I don't think the rebirth of the Cherokee nation was quite what they intended. I trust this is clear, comrades The State is not abolished. It withers away.
1. It cannot wither anywhere unless and until a majority of citizens are self-determining adults not dependent children
2. It is frightfully unnecessary and unkind to massacre tens of millions of people in order to fail to bring about the withered State and infinitely more constructive to start from a non-statist perspective.

While undoubtedly sundry of its adherents treat Marxism as a religion - undoubtedly there are as many flat-earth Marxists as there are flat-earth Muslims, those to whom the Book has been given unto the world, and deviation from its teachings heresy - it is not a religion but a humanist, rationalist view of the world, or in other words Marx, Lenin and Engels could on occasion have been talking out of their arses.

As with any world-view, Marxist-Leninism is rooted in its time and place and it is as ridiculous to claim that every proposition arising from consideration of Europe in 1840 is true for all time as it is to claim that every proposition arising from consideration of Arabia in 600 is true for all time.

Essential to Marxism is the development of consciousness, which is a fancy term for educating people to be independent and self-reliant. The average Marxist knows diddly-squat about consciousness. This is the chief reason attempts to bring about the revolution have ended in tears. It is not possible to have a new way of doing things when people have the mind-set of the old one - which of course pseudo-Marxists enthusiastically cultivate with their statism. It is a logical impossibility that the State shrink while people are taught to regard it as mother, father, sister, brother, the source of all sustenance, the tit to hang from. This is not a new way of doing things but simply the substitution of the State for God the divine multi-vitamin in the sky, the external source of one's being and doing. One of the few areas in which the Left is wholly unblemished is the fight against slavery, against trafficking in human beings. One of life’s little ironies, possibly an internal contradiction indeed, is its contempt for personal ownership, for the sovereignty of the individual over himself or herself. Who owns me if I do not own myself? The State, religious nutters…The Left is second to none in upholdng the right to exercise the rights of property over other human beings. Ah, I see: slavery is fine so long as no-one is making a profit. Somewhat evidently, individual sovereignty is at root incompatible with the orthodox Marxist vision which consists in (oh, go and look it up in Fowler, I being one of the 10 people in the country who still enjoy Fowler) people doing and being what they are told to do and be. People are free and one of the things they are free to do is make money. Capital is a form of power. The purpose of democracy is to contain power. It must therefore contain the power of capital. The notion it is given people are in some sense property, tools of a greater purpose, whether God’s will or the demand of the State (in both cases of course what equally fallible fellow-humans have decided is God's will or the demand of the State) is the gospel of something like 95% of the current 'Left'. Soviet Marxism took this lock, stock and barrel from the more disgusting kind of religious ape. To insist on being oneself not a creature of the will of others is evil/insanity. The ape has a stock vocabulary - wilful, insolent, impudent, all terms which simply mean resistant to a wilful, insolent, impudent animal attempting to impose its will not only on other people but on reality itself, to shape the mental world of all who surround it, to create a false reality and call it Troof. Once people are designated a purpose if they fail to be fit-for-use they are expendable. Thus the Gulag Archipelago. Are you noting this loud and clear, comrades? To be all one can be is to exercise one’s heart and mind to their fullest. If you don’t want to do that, fine. Just keep your bloody hands off others. In both cases, the religious loon and the orthodox Marxist, they of course assume rather it is their purpose in life to force people to be other than they are and impose their delusional realities.

PANTHER -> Site news -> Sarat: Dill dissecting this Matter of Kadun
by Ysabel Howard - Saturday, 9 July 2011, 10:46 PM
 
“It is generally accepted,” said Dill, “that the walls of time fade and reform, that our guests are real. That they are going about their business in their own time and not indeed visiting.”
“Yes.”
“I understand, although I have yet to experience them, there are other manifestations of this in support of this theory, scenes that could not be taking place in the here and now.”
“Yes. The Bronzes. The Bronzes are a frieze which does – emphasis on does – not exist. There anyway!”
“We may and do – constantly – ask precisely why this temporal phenomenon should be so. We may indeed ask if it is so. I do not think we question that it could be so. Is the phenomenon of Kaminua and Asyrion of a different order? It is the proposition that one may choose to continue one’s terrestrial existence in – what shall we say? A time bubble, a space out of time where time does not exist. Again we may say this could so but clearly a more complex and so more questionable process would be involved, though we may adduce the fact that each of us is – “ She broke into a grin. “ – a part of the bloody Whole extant outside time. Nonetheless our physical, our corporeal beings are rooted in time and to – clothe our essence in a physicality rendered proof against time is to say, is it not, that the physical form must be generated, created by the essence. Or at any rate controlled, and this too is not outside the boundaries of what is known to us, or how could we heal? What else after all is shape-shifting? We may indeed posit that we choose mortality.” Sarat realized why she was in lecture mode. “That Kaminua and Asyrion reached a place where they were capable of making that choice is indeed not wholly outside the bounds of possibility. However, we have been told stories – fed a lot of hooey, as you prefer, that – deliberately? – counter that possibility. She died of that which Fidub could not heal and he grew old and grief-stricken.”
“I love you,” said Sarat.
She smiled benignly.
“But it is not only to say that, not only to say that the physical form must be generated by the essence. It is to make profoundly – “ Again she grinned. “ – profoundly rather than mildly dubious statements about the nature of life and death and time. And will. What precisely is it to say? It is to say that the essence after they died was capable of choosing to generate a permanent non-changing physicality and health. Or is it? Is it perhaps to say that at some moment, say at the middle age they appear to chosen for eternity, they decided to exchange normal life for that eternity. I know little of the Denzines. I may be about to learn a whole lot more. Principally I refer you to the load of hooey. If Kaminua had knowledge that they would one day be together for ever, why was he grief-stricken. I would ask also how Asyrion at middle age could have made that choice when history – for what history is worth – records that she died young, whether or not of ‘that Fidub could not heal’. A further possibility is of course that they were not Kaminua and Asyrion but Denzine shape-shifters.”
“Baz tried,” said Sarat. “Baz and Hass. The conclusion was that if they were not real then the falsity was impenetrable.”
“They’d have to be real good,” said Dill. “Lastly, and lastly is perhaps most interesting of all, because it applies to the Jumesit, the reality of the phenomena of which is least in doubt, it seems to me the walls of time do not fade when our ancestors were doing anything interesting. No window is opened onto Narulis’ councils of state. We do not see Susheela fleeing with her son. I accept of course that had they resolved the matter of Kadun we should not be having this conversation but one would have thought they had either perception or experience to impart. I do not know what to make of that.”
“It may be,” said Sarat. “No. Yes! Possibly. Can we possibly be shaping that trip? This is my experience and others may counter it. We’ve become so used to the – phenomenon we don’t instantly report Susheela brushing her hair! I have noted that Narulis does not drop in when I’m working. Oh of course! It’s only when we switch off our conscious minds that we can see – “
“Oh of course! It’s there all the time. All times are now.”
“That is a little dizzying,”: said Sarat.
“A little. The other thing is that it would seem that of all the emperors only Narulis and Jaizal actually lived in the place.”
“I can’t think why. Fortuitous.”
“Fortuitous also that you and Narulis should be taking a break at the same time. Nor do we apparently perceive the day to day work of the palace, the staff, the cooks, the soldiers, the servants.”
“Tell you in a minute,” said Sarat. “If we go back to the original – proposition – that their existence is their own time is tenable, then - they are trying to break through to our time. Is that conceivable? To the time when something happens which might not have happened yet which happens to be our time? We know party-tricks take a considerable amount of energy and that particular trick – maybe they never get down to the nitty-gritty because they can’t make the final leap.”
“I like it. I am not sure I believe a word of it, but I like it! And depart because it hasn’t happened yet?”
“They were literate!” said Sarat with some irritation. “If I were just capable of passing through time to convey something to my successors, should I not write it down beforehand and hand it over?”
Dill pealed with laughter.
“Suppose two – phenomena are indeed the case. A frieze is not I trust making a frenzied effort to communicate with the future. People are.”
“The Bronzes are a bit more than a mere frieze. The Bronzes are a frieze which is alive. It’s a battle scene, warriors in chariots, chargers, and sometimes they laugh at us. If you wanted to communicate with another time, wouldn’t you make your push where the walls of time were known to be thin? There’s something else. In purely human terms. They may not know exactly what they’re doing any more than we do.”
“Or of course,” said Dill, “they might not want to be here at all but end up here because the walls of time etc.”
Sarat burst out laughing.
“At which point they exchange a few commonplaces to be polite and retire to their own time thinking, oh shit, failed again!”
Dill had wrinkled her brow.
“These Bronzes then parallel Kaminua and Asyrion? They are a moment frozen in time – presumably the battle never ends – and they do not accord with our physics? Have you assayed them?”
Sarat was still grinning.
“Risk a spear in the ribs…The Star tried to seduce me. I don’t think I told you that.”
“In novels concerning time-travel,” said Dill after a moment, “a big thing is generally made of not changing the past.”
“My point exactly!” said Sarat enthusiastically. He made wide eyes. “Suppose you got pregnant!”
“We must talk about that. She – accepted your argument?”
“She accept my polite decline!”
“I must confess I have never wholly been at one with that point about not changing the past. It always strikes me as somewhat deterministic – except of course in this case when it is crucial to my well-being! That is because if the past is co-existent, the past is also now and indeed do we not repeat that like some kind of mantra.
“As fixed points go,” said Sarat, “it’s a dodo.”
“That – I think – is my point. If we say they wish to communicate with a particular future, then equally that future – any particular future – our now – must be co-existent with their past. We can therefore drive ourselves mad thinking that possible futures also are co-existent: they arrive here but it is the wrong future! What is it you would like them to tell you?:”
“The chair. Where. When. How. You realize we have no proof she was ever here!”
“About that,” said Dill, “I have theories. The first emperor and the last (but one)! You know of course there are stories, Jaizal must have the throne!” Sarat nodded. “You know that when you arrived here there was a replica and not a modern one. And of course you know that Van-senok is implicated in a fashion we have yet to determine.”
But it is long over, thought Sarat. What - ?
“When each of us sat – hang on. I’m thinking about five things at once. The uppermost is probably Mel knows. I don’t mean – he’s an anthropologist. He must have studied earthpower academically. Venga’s trip included Behna laughing and saying, but it is long over! The subject of which was apparently I in wolverine mode on the chair. Damn! There’s something there.” He closed his eyes. “Space-rock. Is rock. Cantilip. Kai. What’s in a word? Earthpower in Harn has nothing to do with earthpower in Kadun. The – creed of earthpower in VS derives from that damn’ meteorite.”
“That you do not know formed the lake!”
“That’s the one. And Cantilip knows that. Or guesses. They came from Sug. There hasn’t been time. People haven’t been around for long enough. Nor do or did I believe Fidub could not heal. Have you seen me glowing lately? OK, let’s count the ifs. If and only if there was indeed a meteorite and if the throne was made of rock from it, then its fall pre-dated Narulis. If it was something we might identify as radioactive, bearing in mind its physics might be different, then, nonetheless, that – those – emissions – oh. What you just said. Something Cho wondered. Narulis was given a kitten and found it grew into a sabre-tooth the size of a house so he regretfully gave it away to a good home.”
“But look at her now, placid as a new-born kitten! Fidub was her home. Or if you prefer somewhere a few million light-years away.”
“Lending incredibly tenuous support to the meteorite at the bottom of the lake! Why C-R is a perfectly rational question to which no-one appears to have an answer. If you really wanted to hide her, you could go much deeper into the trees, not build her a little house. I’m trying to remember what I said in that casual way one says things apparently of purely academic interest! That we’d assumed peace reigned and Fidub made Narulis a present. Maybe chaos reigned and they made him a weapon.”
“The Singing Isles,” said Dill. “I am thinking something that blows my head off.”
They looked at each other.
“The culture of Fidub is earthpower?”
“Now,” said Sarat brightly, “if we just explain how a chair made of incarnate earthpower constitutes a weapon against the Cult we’ve cracked it.”
“But she must do,” said Dill. “She is independent of time.”
“How,” repeated Sarat. Dill was shaking with laughter. “What’s so funny?”
“I am thinking of Mitch and the Fidubi scam.”

“The Great Divide,” said Hass, “is for many reasons such an obvious name.”
“One never thinks it may be symbolic of a greater truth!”
“Did they have plumbing then?” asked Dill..
“Fidub had plumbing.”
“Ah, yes, Fidub,” said Sarat dreamily. “Theory – Notion – Notion 127 suggests the cataclysm threw Fidub up from the ocean-bed.”
“Meaning the centre of the crater may be somewhere in the middle of the ocean.”
“Which.”
“Which makes it a little hard,” said Dill, “for irtubi to have been scurrying around collecting pieces of space rock.”
“Shards,” said Hass and Sarat at virtually the same time.
“Bits broke off?” said Dill.
“Why shouldn’t they?” asked Sarat.
“If you’d come light-years through space-time, wouldn’t you be feeling fragile?”
“Earthpower. Rock-power! The power of this earth?”
“The problem with that being Harn.”
Dill giggled.
“This empire rocks! Suppose there is confusion, conflation, isn’t that a good word, of the two?”
“Suppose it was more like a shower,” said Sarat.
“I like it,” said Dill after a minute. “Not that I’m sure it fits or anything!”

“Done for dumping,” muttered Sarat.
Sarat’s desire to test a hypothesis by putting the chair in the field of flowers was restrained by not wanting anyone to see him do it.
“There will be a prize,” suggested Dill, “for the most convoluted but plausible story anyone can come up with to seal off the field.”
“Why not sort of tell the truth?” suggested Venga. “A radioactive meteorite! A very, very old one,” he added hastily. “Mass panic! One cannot be too careful.”
“He has led a sheltered life,” said Hass.
“Space rocks,” said Dill, “are like big bucks, man.”
“You mean there’s money in this?” asked Sarat. “I don’t see a connection.”
“When did you last monitor the meteorite market!”
“I really don’t see a connection! This is about concealment.”
“Unless it’s about possession,” said Hass. “If the Cult can use this whatever – and if it knows there are bits of it around – “
“It’s had 600 years to dig up Azt!”
“You remember the throne guards a deeper mystery.”
“How could we forget.”
“Suppose the five-headed monster is on our side! I mean, suppose it guards whatever. You know,” he added brightly, “like the werewolves.”
“What happens to the bad guys?” asked Hass.
“Frightened to death,” said Sarat. He paused. “What I think is we’re going to go on with this until we prove ourselves wrong. If we prove ourselves wrong, we’ll have a lot more information to go on. Does that make sense?”
“We might,” said Dill, “even have some facts!”
“Optimism is a wonderful thing.”
“Why,” asked Sarat, “are the supposed tombs of Kaminua and Asyrion in an underground cavern in Ciletij?”
“Been there, done that,” said Venga. “I didn’t mean – I meant, it wasn’t Ciletij when they – “
“Didn’t die,” finished Hass.
“What,” asked Sarat, “does Cantilip know about the crowns?”
Venga sighed.
“Meaning what do I know? Very little. What Van-senok knows…”
“Kai,” recalled Sarat, “is – satisfied whatever Cantilip and Mel are doing is to do with Zani.”
“Somewhat surprising, therefore,” said Hass.
“Indeed.”
“There is of course no absolute binding reason why Zani should not have – could not have – “
“If you were Cantilip – or indeed if you were Mel – might you not describe having discovered Zani roamed around Van-senok as a piece of different puzzle?”
“In your own time,” said Dill.
Sarat turned to her.
“I am truly sorry. “ He made it sound as though he was confessing to murder. Then he laughed. “You didn’t grow up in Zur. Give us a minute on egg-shells.”
“Come, hadin, come, come not alone, come hadin, come?” asked Dill
“There are of course two versions,” sighed Hass. “School-books and the other.”
“So is there a third?” asked Dill.
“Fourth, fifth, tenth? Zani became King of Dabida in the year the empire fell apart.”
Hass laughed suddenly
“But the shattering of the empire was not a single instant in time like dropping a cup from an upstairs window. In other words what chiefly reigned was chaos.”
“But always Fidub,” objected Venga.
“Ah, the great chroniclers,” said Sarat.
“Suppose,” said Venga, “we start from the proposition that the only cats who know what went down are those who were there. We might then wonder what they told the folks back in Maona-pri. If ‘there’ was Van-senok, of course.
“We know – we think we know – we might know – Zani didn’t want the Anile throne. Literally. Which suggests he sat on it. Where was it?:
“Or perhaps he didn’t want the crown?” suggested Venga half-jokingly.
“When someone reaches the top of the heap – unless he’s Anile Emperor, of course. In Dabida, in Fidub, to become Prime Minister – or King – one is informed of certain things. There are therefore persons who know these things already.”
“When these things are,” said Sarat.
“Exactly,” said Hass. “When these things are contingency plans in the event of invasion or natural disaster. When they are other kinds of information, it may be that the passage of time has mangled them in transmission, even if the original version were correct.”
“Volunteer requested,” murmured Sarat grinning. “I wondered how many days’ hard riding from the Great Gates to Van-senok and that at least we can determine.”
“My understanding,” said Dill, “is that as history measures these things, two weeks out of Zani’s life would not have appeared significant.”
“Before?” asked Hass. “This was before? We know – think we know – Jaizal was defeated and Zani withdrew to the south. Peculiar, certainly, and also very public. Zani therefore – agreed to defeating Jaizal and already knew he had no interest in the Anile throne. Jaizal’s grip on the empire was – I was going to say tenuous but I think in Var-sega’ in Van-senok non-existent. There was no empire, only a shell, an entity in people’s minds.”
“An agreement,” said Dill slowly, “an agreement with Var-sega’ with Van-senok that no attempt would be made to maintain the illusion.”
“The first plotter,” said Hass. “No wonder we’re so good at it.”
“Then of course there’s Carlin,” said Venga.
“Most certainly there is Carlin,” said Sarat, “Carlin which so admirably failed to notice being crossed by an army of invasion.”
“Where have I heard that before?” murmured Venga.
“Oh no, no, no, no,” said Sarat. “The deal was that he’d save them the trouble. Of having to fight for their independence.”
“Certainly,” said Hass, “as far as the Houses were concerned, the empire had outlived its purpose.”
“I shall dwell on that,” said Sarat. “When I’m having a bad day, it will lift my spirits.”
“Where have I heard that before?” murmured Venga. “Save them the trouble of having to actually do something.”

“The national mythology,” said Venga. “A simple lad, our Zani, bright, certainly, brave, certainly, but not a – complex character.”
“Ah,” said Dill. “I wondered where the egg-shells were.”
“I might also observe,” continued Sarat, “that he was probably exceptionally well briefed. To put it another way, PANTHER knew what was really going down in Kadun.”
Dill said: “It really nagged at Mom and Dad. Why PANTHER allowed the empire to collapse. If PANTHER were all they are cracked up to be and PANTHER are all they are cracked up to be.”
“Were they?” asked Sarat suddenly, emphasizing the ‘were’. “Suppose there was something new, something PANTHER couldn’t handle and learned how to handle but by then history had taken over?”
“No Anile heir, no you,” said Dill.
“I hope!”
“That would be a turn-up.”
“He was a kid,” said Venga. “Probably thought he wouldn’t have a hope. I mean a real kid, about seven!”
“I think,” said Dill, “we may be – satisfied that the Houses were not hanging on for him to reach maturity.”
“We know that,” said Sarat, “as much as we know anything. Fidub brought the goodies to defeat the Cult. If Fidub could not – could and could not – defeat the Cult, then it was business as usual. Only when All-Kadun became a political entity was there any point.”
“The same point,” said Hass.
:”Oh yes,” said Sarat. “Mitch and I are loose cannons.”
“I take that point,” said Dill, “but it is surely more complex than that. There was the pressing need for modernization, for dragging Kadun into line with the rest of the continent.”
“Vastly easier if someone else does all the work.”
“Someone or ones cleaned out Azt. Someone or ones killed Jaizal. Someone or ones for most of 600 years kept the Cult down. I think for the moment we shall leave it open who. An open mind!”
“Let us start with what we know!” said Venga enthusiastically.
“Who we know,” corrected Sarat. “Kai.”
It took them a moment to catch on.
“Mel could not have known,” said Hass.
“Known what?”
“Let us take this slowly. Before he met Cantilip, Mel had a – liaison with Estanzia Morsen’s daughter and would-be Chief Minister of Harn whose – academic enthusiasm is the defeat of the Cult in Harn.”
“Who possibly knows everything there is to know about how Harn became a democracy and possibly has been fed an alternative history like the rest of us.”
“And – possibly – told Mel something neither of them thought remotely significant at the time?”
“Eight years later – “
“Oh no, no, no, more like eight months.”
“And who else knows about the history of Harn? Why, Mel’s friend Kyse.”
“Whom we all adore.”
“We all adore Kai. It remains a – curiosity.”
Hass sighed.
“My sons have paired with irtubi! They wish to restore the Anile throne! I know Tar is super-cool. Couldn’t he have pretended to be surprised? I am remembering – when we thought Bal should urgently get to know and love us, we told him Fidub wants them screwed and we’re the screw-drivers. If Mel knew anything before he went to the City, Tar told him. I remember also – the – urgency with which he wished Tar to know about Cantilip.”
“And things,” said Sarat.
“Certainly things!”
“When we are children,” said Dill, “when we are young people, we go to school.” She smiled. “Occasionally. If we are good students, we learn history. I liked history. Only – “ The smile grew broader. “They have us over a barrel because we are just starting our journey into the other matter when we are just finishing our schooling and unless we investigate a particular aspect most extraordinarily thoroughly we not perceive that the two histories do not always tell the same story. In this case there are three histories.” She looked around. “You are listening intently. That is good.”
Venga grinned.
“Dare I ask it!”
“Do I consciously imitate Mitch? Half and half. I enjoy imitating Mitch. We learn that the fall of High Harn was an on-going process. We learn that initially the extremity, the bestiality of the Cult sparked rebellion among its very adepts who nonetheless retained some spark of humanity and curtailed its more obscene practices. And those two histories mesh for assuredly only adepts of some kind could withstand. We learn further, hard though it is to believe, that the City is the core of an ancient civilization on the eastern seaboard, far from High Harn, and that when their more local practices had been reined in, High Harn sought not exactly empire but dominion and spread eastwards and there they were stopped. What does this spell?”
“D-E-N-Z – “
“You are correct.”
“PANTHER learned from the Denzines?”
Dill giggled.
“You are probably correct. Mitch refers to my education as being carted about the continent. That should be continents, of course. Until the modern age, the Age of Communication, Var-segan was as remote from Azt as from the City, indeed as humans measure distance the City is closer, and we are sea-faring people. I do not know that a piece of water was endowed with any great significance. If you say it was possible to drown in storms, I do not know that there was any greater risk of that than of having one’s throat cut or worse riding to Azt. You will recall I ended up in Zur but by far the majority of my schooling was in the City or in Var-segan.
“One way traffic not,” suggested Sarat.
“Harni are not unfamiliar with Var-sega’. But do we not see something plain bizarre?”
“Such as why you are approaching this in a roundabout fashion?” asked Venga.
“I merely assess the facts.”
“When are we talking about?” asked Sarat.
She looked at him approvingly.
“And what is missing from this history?”
“Earthpower. If this is Cantilip’s jig-saw, I can only empathize”
“The City, the City-state it governed, did not extend the length of the coast. The knowledge there was land on the other side of the water we may assume did.”
“So the Cult arrived in Kadun and again spread east, north and east. If we plot their course, we observe three things. 1) they stayed north of the Great Divide, 2) they stayed west of at least that part of Carlin in which a certain field is to be found, 3) there was a multitude of contact between Carlin and Fidub along that eastern seaboard, as at least one of us undoubtedly knows. Azt in those times was itself some kind of a city-state, ruling a surrounding territory the borders of which were ill-defined. It did not, however, represent any notable attempt at civilization and so we may imagine the Cult found it fertile soil.”
“Has anyone got a map?” asked Venga. “I try to visualize the ancient world. A few centres of trade, of arts and a great deal of almost nothing in between.”
“In my bag,” said Dill. “Netbook not aged parchment!”
“Quicker to draw it,” said Sarat. “It needs to be blank.”
“Nearly blank,” said Hass.
Sarat reached into the drawer of the coffee-table and produced a piece of letterhead.
“How appropriate…:” He turned it over.
“OK. Spheres of influence.”
“Or we could just talk to Fugitry,” said Hass.
Sarat grinned.
“I want answers. Now. Has anyone ever tried that?”
“Anyone,” said Venga, “is not the Anile emperor.”
“Of course,” said Hass, “:if they wanted us to know, they could have told us.”
“Denzine involvement in Van-senok, that’s our theme?”
“The Denzines put her in Van-senok?”
“Let’s take this slowly. The convulsions in Kadun came to the attention of our little friends across the water.”
“Back a step. If earthpower defeated the Cult in the west, then there was no need for Narulis, therefore the Denzines defeated the Cult in the west. Discuss. Or of course there was no need for Narulis.”
“I strive,” said Sarat, “to be kind, to be generous. Kindness and generosity dictate that I believe that no-one knows the full story, only all the stories have not been put together. Oh yeah.”
“I have never seen a good moment to introduce this into the dialogue,” said Dill. ‘The meaning of ‘anile’.
Venga chortled.
“But it sounds so good! It was the name given Narulis by the Cult and it stuck.”
“No smoke without fire?” suggested Hass.
“An insinuation the real work was done by the Denzines?”
“I should think more subtle,:” said Sarat. “Not flattering, but more subtle. Narulis did the spade-work. The Denzines had the understanding.”
He ferreted in the drawer for a pen and to his surprise emerged clutching a fountain-pen. “So this is where I inscribe decrees?” He uncapped it and tried it out. It worked, so he sketched out a couple of continents.
“OK. Deel, the site of High Harn. Enbahaluk over there somewhere. Simaluk down below….”
“Mel talked to Fugitry,” sighed Hass. “Fugitry told him to remember the Mossai Wars.”
Dill smirked.
“Mom would be real proud of me. The Mossai Wars were a struggle between two cousins, whose names it will astonish you were Enbah and Sima for governance of a single territory, ending in the division we see today.” She stopped suddenly.
“Oh dear,” said Venga.
“I do not envisage war with Dabida,” said Sarat drily.
“You know they talk in metaphors,” said Hass. “Suppose the ‘single territory’, metaphorically speaking, is Van-senok.” He paused. “Are we avoiding saying we keep coming back to Mel?”
“And the ‘governance’ is – that’s absurd! No-one wants to – eradicate earthpower. Even if that were possible.”
“Metaphor, metaphor, metaphor. The indigenous culture of Kadun. Suppose we’ve got a few things wrong. The Anile Court turned rotten. That wasn’t because – “ He burst out laughing. “Could have been something in the drinking-water, could indeed. But if you are earthpower watching the whole thing go down the tubes, you think the flaw is in Fidub But the culture of Fidub is earthpower.”
The guys stared.
“Worked that out ages ago,” yawned Dill. “It is my thinking that we in Kadun should launch our own space programme, Earthpower I, Earthpower 2, Earthpower 3, in order to make certain people sweat a little, for assuredly there appear to be three distinct bodies of thought under the same name, and I should say also there is deliberate attempt to confuse the three. . I and 2 both originate in the idea of a creator or creatrice. Mark I holds that the power of the earth is limitless, being that which pushes up mountains and creates rivers and that that is the physical manifestation of the power of a creator distinct from the earth itself, which or whom assuredly no human can constrain. Mark 2 often appears in what is at least in appearance a trivialized, a castrated – a most inappropriate word! – form. In this version it is the earth that is the creatrice – the goddess – and the sentience of the earth gives life to that which we more normally consider as living. As I say, the trivialized form may appear as look at all the pretty flowers. In your Singing Isles – hence I may say Fidub’s insufferably high opinion of herself – “ Venga pretended to smother a grin and Hass murmured something about disassociating oneself. “ – the case is different. The story is, is it not, that Fidub has kept her people sufficiently elevated in consciousness not to produce a human smog that crushes the music from the singing earth – “
Sarat might have been heard to mutter something about nobody believes exactly that.
“I have been to Fidub! I cannot doubt the music. I can, however, as can everyone with half a brain, doubt the explanation. Or else this planet is even more extraordinary, Exhibit A of course being Jaaba Sen.. Concerning the emanations from the soil of Fidub I grant you and I have read widely on this matter that no-one else has a better explanation, not least of the phenomenon, grudgingly attested to throughout known history, that the bad guys do not feel comfortable in or perhaps on is a better word the Isles, their feet hurt. What might seem a simple medical condition vanishes when they catch the ferry. There are for the moment – I may think of more – two things to be said about this phenomenon. One is that this group of islands is surely geologically odd – yes, I am aware that geophysicists have failed to detect any oddity. The other is the take on the nature of the earth, which is here not all-powerful but subject to the life that inhabits it. Here the earth is vulnerable,but the vulnerability is not – NoZone notwithstanding – vulnerability to pollutants but vulnerability to the emanations of the human mind and this is the root of the concept of the Whole.. This is a fundamental difference and interesting! In Mark One and Mark Two the human consciousness aligns itself with the power of the earth If you ask what older adepts of earthpower could do to defend themselves against the Cult – that defence I gather that Cantilip side-steps by appearing in dryad form – you really do not want to know. If you do want to know, they entered their minds and conveyed the experience of being eaten alive, together with being severely mauled, usually by bears. – “
“Do look at all the pretty flowers,” murmured Hass.
“Among, therefore, the truckloads of hooey we are being fed is the concept earthpower could not defend Kadun – among, therefore, the histories we re-assess is precisely what Narulis achieved in Kadun.”
:”One feels quite faint,” said Venga.
“The power harnessed,: contributed Hass, “was – therefore – the power of the earth.”
“Just so and that power does not have a – morality attached. As we know non-human animals are not kind to their prey, they do not have a code of humane slaughter.”
“Into this tripped Fidub,” said Sarat. “So Fidub said the power of the universe is love – and earthpower laughed in her face?”
“We have to ask why this power is called love."

Extract from The Anile Heir ©2006. I, Ysabel Jehan Howard, hereby assert and give notice of my right under s.77 of the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this book.

What the hell am I talking about?  Physics, essentially, fictionalized but essentially: space-time, which has of course been evident for years. Only the degenerate vacant-eyed groveller savage Blair ain't 'aving it.  No gods, no devils, no angels with flaming swords (though Michael slaying a nicely squirming demon is pretty good).  And human consciousness, which all over the world from the beginning of recorded history, has experienced extra-normal perceptions.  No revelations, no sendings, just physics, glitches in space-time, which can be contemplated and appreciated without any of their primitive monkey-shit about the Great Head Monkey in the Sky who hates women and gays.  There is one perfectly good sense in which humans are puny and insignificant, and that is as a part of the universe, which as we know is like big. We are not required to find a hill-top to stand on to daily tell the universe how small and meaningless we are, what crap we are or others are, how we hope the universe will forgive us for existing, how much we beg it to let us do its will.  We have hearts and minds.  We can explore it, investigate it and love it.  The rest is cant.  If you have love and the universe or universes you don't need God.  You may have God anyway.  We don't know.

PANTHER -> Site news -> Essential PANTHER
by Ysabel Howard - Wednesday, 22 February 2012, 11:47 PM
 
All human beings are intellectually, emotionally and sexually autonomous. My mind and my body are my property. Keep your mitts off them and we'll get alone fine.
Liberty is a function of love. Control is a function of self-will. We are humans not baboons. We have hearts and minds and our business is to exercise them.
The world does not stop because one human has provided his take on it, whether that human is Mohammed, Gautama, Jesus, Moses, Paul, Newton, Crick, Einstein, Marx, or a completely unknown sociology student in Luton. Out of this surfeit of information, people choose what they think. Necessarily therefore people have conflicting views. If you wish to believe the entire world is contained in one book, to which the content of all other books must conform or be forbidden, as do some Muslims and Christians and indeed Marxists, that's your affair. You are also clinically insane. That's your affair too. Just keep your madness away from the rest of us.
Religion is a multi-faceted affair. Organized religion is the suppression of a multi-faceted, intricate reality. Organized and political religion is largely the official representatives of a bunch of psychiatric cases whose hallmark is that the universe is as defined by a guy or guys a large number of years ago because 'God' told them that was how the universe is. If you do not believe the earth is flat, you are not a 'real' Jew/Christian/Muslim/Hindu/Sikh etc.
Flat-earthism has very obvious basic tenets: There is an alpha baboon in the sky whose majesty and whose self-appointed representatives must be spoken of with awe, respect and blah.
This alpha baboon, like his human counterparts, requires people on their knees to him saying how wonderful he is.
Creationism
Women and gays belong to different and inferior species
Usually this is held true of those of other races also
Heaven and hell and virgins and eternal flames
Frank affirmation of human self-centredness, the assumption the rest of the world revolves around them and is subordinate to them, the unquestioned belief that 'I' is the centre of the universe and they can demand others comply with them, the unquestioned enshrining of pure ego as divine will
Thinking, autonomy, independent judgement of mind and heart. are evil, for the rather obvious actual reason that anyone who thinks regards the ravings of the acolytes of a minority death-cult as sick crap and the given reason, which a child of six can see through, or at any rate a child of six not drugged from birth, that it is the evil of self-will, of thinking one knows better than 'God', or in other words them.
The earth is not flat. It is not the complex and many-faceted entity called religion that is a problem, but the notion that the guys who described the universe and its inhabitants a couple of thousand years ago could not have been wrong and those who believe their version of the universe may not be criticized, corrected or derided.
Human beings live in imagined mind-constructs of reality. They look at the world and the people in it and see what they think is there, what they want to be there, what they have been taught is there. These inventions of the world may be formalized into doctrines such as Christianity, Islam or Marxism. Such doctrines are grids on reality, cages leaving out some bits, inventing others, to produce an all-encompassing explanation of the world.
These delusional mind-constructs of reality the naked ape calls and demands others call absolute reality unless it is forced to accept realities that exist outside its head. This is not merely a question of lack of education or intelligence. Learned gentleman made confident assertion of the nature and abilities of women. This is why freedom is essential. Among other things, reality is the existence of a nation of 60 million individuals, each of whom has his or her own take on life.
The unmitigated evil of orthodox religion is reductionism: it reduces humans to helpless gibbering apes, terrorizes them into fearing thought and langugage. When a representative of the Pink Hippo speaks, there is instant suspension of all rational processes, all speech, instant suspension of all decency, all morality, because what the worshippers are taught is to be evil on command.
There is a manufactured hysteria concerning language and thought. We are supposed to be chimpanzees. We are not supposed to be able to deal with words and ideas. We are supposed to react like hysterical inadequates faced with words and ideas we do not like. We are not supposed either to be able to think or to be capable of accepting that others think. In the world of the ape, there is neither love nor mind but only power.

PANTHER -> Site news -> The Mind of God?
by Ysabel Howard - Friday, 27 January 2012, 10:26 PM
 If you go on a trip through the universe, and there are many brilliant ones on the Web, you get a glimpse of what might be the Mind of God
Of course mystics knew that yonks ago, 'no human mind can conceive the entity called God', can't remember the exact quotation.
Meanwhile...'Hi, I'm God. No, I don't know much about the universe I created, I must admit. Thought the earth was its centre. I do get terribly upset about much skin human females show and whether they've had sexual relations with men who don't own them, and even more upset if anyone doesn't like the book I wrote. Sloppily researched, they say, no evidence, made it up as he went along. Thought he was supposed to be omniscient. And omnipresent. How can he not know? OK, OK, who am I trying to kid? I'm just a guy, trying to figure things out best I can. I got a lot of things wrong. Lots of politicians fulminate against guys who don't like the book I wrote. The trouble is, a lot of people are pretty thick and readily manipulated and there are a lot of people ready to manipulate them. I really didn't see it like that, you know. I mean, what I wrote is genuinely how things seemed to me to be.'
Really, who are they trying to kid? What is wrong with saying how things looked to guys a long time ago is not necessarily how they are?

I have wasted a hell of a lot of good words, and some very angry ones on animals.  My anger at being subjected to this filth in the C21st is actually beyond anger.  Is every politician some sort of case of arrested development?   I continue to live in the C21st surrounded by those who clearly inhabit a world pre Magna Carta in 1215, back into which the political class is clearly hellbent on dragging all,  Schrodinger's cat, both alive and dead.

ABOVE THE LAW?
 
Great goodness, no, they are the law. They decree. The purpose of the law is to be the instrument of their will.  It is unthinkable to them they be subject to the law.  The law to them in short is exactly what Marx and Engels said it was, an instrument of oppression.   The law to the sick animal exists solely to silence dissent and keep the rebellious serfs in order, enable him or her to continue being a disgusting criminal in peace.
 
Law, morality, religion, are to him so many bourgeois prejudices, behind which lurk in ambush just as many bourgeois interests.
Marx and Engels:  The Manifesto of the Communist Party
 
(Should I put that in terms  even anyone as stupid as a politician of the Left can understand?  A lad or lass who has caused trouble at’ mill is prosecuted with lots of big important-sounding words, the full majesty of the law, sedition, but that against which he or she has protested is ignored, let alone criticized, corrected or of course criminal charges brought against it.)
 
This, what is the term, I’m honestly not sure but think it might be status quo ante, is what the beyond hilarious fascist fake Left falls over itself to demand.
 
Any ludicrous ramblings about a free and democratic society and equality before the law are dismissed as excuses for disobedience. Because they are raving fucking mad. It is inconceivable to them they be prosecuted: they have simply done what is right and just and necessary and best.
 
Best for whom?  Blair’s bank balance?  Their private patients from Saudi and the Gulf?  The future of British women?
 
Abuses by King John caused a revolt by nobles who compelled him to execute this recognition of rights for both noblemen and ordinary Englishmen. It established the principle that no one, including the king or a lawmaker, is above the law.
http://www.constitution.org/eng/magnacar.htm
Is some part of that unclear?
39. No freemen shall be taken or imprisoned or disseised or exiled or in any way destroyed, nor will we go upon him nor send upon him, except by the lawful judgment of his peers or by the law of the land.
40. To no one will we sell, to no one will we refuse or delay, right or justice.
How about that?
 
63. Wherefore we will and firmly order that the English Church be free, and that the men in our kingdom have and hold all the aforesaid liberties, rights, and concessions, well and peaceably, freely and quietly, fully and wholly, for themselves and their heirs, of us and our heirs, in all respects and in all places forever, as is aforesaid. An oath, moreover, has been taken, as well on our part as on the art of the barons, that all these conditions aforesaid shall be kept in good faith and without evil intent.
http://www.constitution.org/eng/magnacar.htm
Magna Carta, 1215
 
Hmm, this has possibilities.  Have I been disseiseed?  In the broader sense.  Have I been in some way destroyed?  My mobility has been.  Has right or justice been refused me?  Defo.
 
How about I sue the Blair Government under Magna Carta?

Is some part of I do not give a fuck about the ravings of a rabid ignorant butchering psychopath unclear? They probably jabber, everyone believes in God.  everyone respects the Holy Church.  Everyone does not believe in God.  Everyone does not respect the Holy Church.
Like talking to a brick wall, of course. 

Really, Voldemort, what do you think you've proved, other than you are as described?  Fine, you kill off half the population and terrorize the rest, you destroy all reason, all learning, all love, all mind, all intellect - and all individuality.  What a clever little heap of infected diarrhoea it is.  You're still a contemptible capering ape.  You think everything is going to vanish because you don't like it?  Enlightenment thought, Marxist thought, polytheistic thought, the classical world, Magna Carta, the Declaration of the Rights of Man, the Declaration of Independence, the English Bill of Rights, the US Bill of Rights, quantum theory, evolution, feminism, you think it's all going to disappear because it offends you?  As my dear readers know, you are really not what upsets me, you are just a single gibbering maniac.  Those who crawl at your feet and beg to please, those who enthusiastically carry out your will, those who butcher and destroy to order, those who abandon everything for the sake of  your smile,  unflinching, unswerving, unyielding in their commitment to evil, are what repel, revolt, nauseate, infuriate me.  Why don't they just ignore you?  I think that would make you unhappy.  Would the little boy throw a tantrum?  Everyone go Aaaah! You are of course incredibly stupid, a mad ignorant ineducable animal, like the rest of them.  I understand of course that in your dirty pervert brain silly little girls don't even begin to think about this sort of thing, it is Men's Business.  Welcome to the real world.  I understand also that your dull dirty brain filters everything I say through the morass of garbage between your ears and comes up with even more garbage, but there are sane people reading this and they of course are unforgivable.  They know I am dealing with a psychopath who cannot keep his filthy infected claws out of other people unless made to and insist they can do nothing until you change, but they know perfectly well you won't change because you are a brain-washed driveller of what you have been taught, as intellectually incapable as you are morally vile.  A joke.  A travesty of a human being. 

Really, Blair, why did you not have me burned at the stake as a witch and a heretic?  Ah well, the end result is the same.  Possibly.  Possibly not.    Have you by now grasped I have absolutely no intention of running at the intellectual, emotional or spiritual level of a witch-burning mediaeval peasant?