The Healing Blue Buddha Came To Me This Morning.

During this morning's chants the vision of a blue Buddha came to me.  I say Buddha, but it could have been my past Bodhisattva life.  In my particular branch of the Buddha faith we believe the Lotus Sutra is the most important sutra of all and by reciting it we have the power to move mountains; Shakyamuni himself said that it is the most important sutra of all, and that he waited until we were ready to receive it before giving us the good news: we are all Buddhas. It was his last sutra, the sutra that replaced all other sutras.  

The Lotus Sutra really is a psychedelic trip with Bodhisattvas floating in the Ceremony in the Air along with floating lotus flowers, voice-hearers, heavenly gods, benevolent deities, and other living beings.  With us all together the Buddha enters his Treasure Tower and begins to speak to us about how he has always been a Buddha, and we, the Bodhisattvas of the earth have chosen to come back as Bodhisattvas to help others obtain Buddha-hood. 

That is the simple version but it’s much deeper, and too deep to go into here, but it explains how my morning chants can take me places where I’ll see a blue Buddha and know it means something. So, together let’s see what it means. 

A google search of “blue Buddha” gives us this opening paragraph: 

Associated with the Akshobhya Buddha and the healer 'Blue Buddha,' Blue represents tranquility, ascension, the infinite, purity, and healing. 

Wow, that’s it in a nut shell. As you should know by now they have found cancer spots on my lungs again. The last time there was one and I had a part of my lung removed to get rid of it. A year later there are more spots. So, I might be dying. It’s not official yet, and with the appearance of the blue Buddha in my life, I believe there is hope.

Stay tuned boys and girls, I’m fighting this, and now with a visit from the healing Buddha, my chanting, and belief in the Mystic Law, you are about to witness a full fledged miracle of Lotus Sutra proportions. Or as we say in our chants: Nam Myo Renge Kyo. Try it, recite the words and make a wish, when it comes true you will know the power of the Mystic Law. 

~~ ESO Terry 

The Holy Qabalah, Aleister Crowley, and Nursery Rhymes,

Hermes and Maia

Ah yes, May, the fifth month of the current Gregorian calendar and the third month of Spring's rule, which derives its name from the Roman Springtime goddess Maia, whose divine powers encouraged the growth of crops. 

Wooo, I have to stop here for Maia is also the mother of Hermes, and well, I have to go Hermetic on your ass now because we have invoked the name of Hermes Trismegistus which brings us to today's topic: The Holy Qabalah, Aleister Crowley, and Nursery Rhymes, for you see all nursery rhymes before the Demiurge's Fake Religion of today, were holy.  

 So hold onto your seats boys and girls as we reveal one of the great secrets of the adepts.  

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to her cupboard

To get her poor dog a bone;

When she got there, 

The cupboard was bare, 

And so the poor dog had none. 

Who is this ancient and venerable mother?  According to Aleister Crowley she is none other than Binah of the Kabbalah, as is evident in the use of the holy letter H with which her name begins. 

And to what cupboard did she go?  To the most secret caverns of the Universe? And who is this dog?  It is not the name of God spelt backwards (saying "not" is the only way one can share the true secrets of an Initiate without provoking the spirits of the teachings).  And what is the bone?  It is the master's Wand.  

As Crowley said in his The Book of Lies, "This rime is the legend of the murder of Osiris by Typhon when the limbs of Osiris were scattered in the Nile, and Isis sought them in every corner of the Universe, and she found all except his sacred lingam, which was not found until Crowley's own time, but that's another story for another time.  

How about this one:

Little Bo Beep

She lost her sheep, 

And couldn't tell where to find them. 

Leave them alone!

And they'll come home,

Dragging their tails behind them. 

"Bo" is the root meaning Light, from which spring such words as Bo-tree, Bodhisattva, and Buddha. And "Peep" is Apep, the serpent Apophis.  This poem therefore contains the same symbol as that in the Egyptian and Hebrew Bibles.  The snake is the serpent of initiation, as the Lamb is the Savior.  This ancient one, the Wisdom of Eternity, sits in its old anguish awaiting the Redeemer.  And this holy verse triumphantly assures us that there is no need for anxiety.  The Saviors will come one after the other, at their own good pleasure, and as they may be needed, and drag their tails, that is to say those who follow out their holy commandment, to the ultimate goal. 

So get to work performing your holy commandment.  I'm serious, now what is your holy commandment?  Only you can know that, and believe me it is not in any church or Turkish Bathhouse -- you see, I did the extremes there.    

Hickory, dickory, dock!

The mouse ran up the clock;

The clock struck one, 

And the mouse ran down, 

Hickory, dickory, dock!

The clock symbolizes the spinal column, and the mouse is the Ego (the Qabalistic spelling of the word "mouse" backwards). The Ego force being driven up the spine, the clock strikes one, that is, the duality of consciousness is abolished.  And the force again subsides to its original level to try again.  Go back into meditation and figure it out. 

"Hickory, dickory, dock!" is the mantra which was use by the adept who constructed this rime, thereby hoping to fix it in the minds of men. 

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;

Humpty Dumpty got a great fall'

All the king's horses

And all the king's men

Couldn't set up Humpty Dumpty again. 

Humpty Dumpty is of course is the Egg of Spirit, the fertility egg, and the wall is the Abyss -- his "fall" is therefore the descent of spirit into matter; and no mere leader of men can put him back together again, it takes more, much more, such as faith. Faith in what, now that is the true question here.  

So that is it for today, Inititaes.  Remember, after five years of silience you will begin to understand.  The answer is love, but first, we must listen.  Oh, and never look at your image in the mirror besides a candle.  But you probably already know this.  

~~ Eso Terry

Boycott Musk Today, while we still can.

What I need to talk with you about today is my fears of Elon Musk.  On this day during the Covid 19 lock down back in 2020, I reported on how Elon Musk said it was "unamerican" to not allow people to go back to work -- in his factories -- because he was pissed off that he was losing so much money; in other words, f*&k you, get back to work, Scrooge has spoken.  

Putin Trump Ride Again!

I still hadn't aligned Musk with the Vladimir/Trump 1%'ers wanting to control the world through power, force, and making a shitload of money for themselves and their buddies.  My reasoning was that he gave us a cool electric car -- with the help of government handouts from the Obama administration, but that's just how the bastards swing, you and I need a buck for healthcare, it's public waste, they need a billion for a new car company, it's good business.

 

Then, a few years before that I reported on the Space X program and how it was the 1%'ers escape plan to evacuate our dying planet that they are leaving behind because it will cost them too much profit to fix, so they will simply leave it behind for us all to fix as they move into their new gated-community colonies on Jupiter or Mars.  I thought the escape plan was a government project, however, now I think it is the main reason for the Elon Musk space force, and his White Ass and family will be the first evacuees to the new, Anglo Saxon colony on the dark side of our moon, or one of those Earth Like, Mars moons. 

 

 

Are they really leaving our dumb assess behind?

With Elon Musk's hostile takeover of Twitter, it is all clear to me now: he is one of them!  He is a Vladimir Putin, Trumpian, Oligarch, ass who has been cooking the world in his master race soup from the beginning.  We should have seen this coming from his South African apartheid family wealth.  

We can no longer sit back and let this guy have his way.  

Boycott Musk Today, while we still can.

 

 

How I Plan to Save America Before This Cancer Kills Me.

I got to thinking last night, 'who's going to want to read about my cancer,' but then I thought, who wants to read about the Fall of Rome?  Everyone, because it is happening again in the US.  Case in point, around the 3rd century, Rome had become politically divided and so there was infighting which caused territories to split off only to be reclaimed by the Roman army.  Seeing this the Roman senate increased its military spending to be over half of its tax collections, and Support the Troops became the word of the day.  And to keep its massive military power it kept taxing the people more and more in the form of fees on water, toll roads, traffic violations, etc., while demanding little from it's wealthy 1%.   No shit.  The USA is on the identical path of Rome.  

Just like we had a civil war around 1863, Rome had a terrible civil war around 135 AD.  The military leader who won that war was general Septimius Severus, who became the War Machine leader.  He took all the money once used for public education and put it in more war machines to show its power to the world.  But the problem wasn't the world, the problem was the Roman politicians who blamed each other for the problems of the country while excusing the wealthy oligarchs who didn't want to improve the streets or schools, but only be left alone to make more money.  Finally, then as now the problems of the day were blamed on the liberal gardeners who wanted to plant pretty smelling flowers around the collisium to help cover the stinch of spilled gladiator blood. 

And of course, as I tell you each year on its anniversary, the end of Rome came in the year 410 when the Visigoth attacked the city after planting lunatic moles in the country that kept Romans fighting Romans instead of noticing that being divided was the Visigoths tool of choice, much as the enemies of the USA are waiting to walk in and take over our country while Conservatives fight Liberals, instead of realizing it takes both sides to run a country. Think about it, what if the world was made up of nothing but gun-toting Red Necks? Who would plant the flowers? Likewise, what if the world was made up of nothing but flower growers? Who would kill the flower eating deer?

As simple as is it to say, it is true: together we stand, divided we fall.

Rome’s enemies knew this and so do ours.

I only have a short time left in this existence, so let’s get this shit right before I return!

I love you Vladimir Putin. I love you Birney Sanders! I love you Donald Trump! I love you Joe Biden! I love you Marge Greene! I love you Elon Musk! I love you Elizabeth Warren!…

That’s how we each need to start, then we can talk about the little things. 

Our enemies are watching. 

On another good note, on this day in 1898 the first American cancer lab was established in New York State, and since then they have cured, well, I'll save that over the course of my chemo treatment.  So don't go away, this is just getting interesting as I try to save America before I die. 

~~ Eso Terry

Death be not proud, April 28 Cancer Diary Entry

So yesterday the doctor told me my lung cancer has returned. I remembered reading that Ron Wood of The Rolling Stones was diagnosed with lung cancer a few years ago and so researched him. It was eerie. He too had part of a lung removed and thought he was good to go only to find it came back. So now he’s doing chemo. I guess chemo is next for me, however, I don’t have great healthcare, and so might not be as lucky as he.

My healthcare is through the VA hospital here in Dallas. Seeing a doctor is like standing in line for a busy ride at the State Fair. The line moves slowly. Hopefully my cancer will too. 

Since the doctor told me there were spots on both my lungs my chest has begun to hurt. It’s a sting like maybe I pulled a muscle deep inside me. A muscle I never knew I had, but was always there: the dying muscle. Truth is, cancer has always been a part of my psyche like a water stain in the ceiling that has always been there but was covered with paint, and now has reappeared as a yellow stain. I come from a long line of lung cancer victims. Mom, Aunt, Grand Mom, like clock work every 10 years one of us has to go. 1974, my grand mother, 1984, my aunt, 2000, my mom, and now, 2022, me?  Wait, there is something wrong with my math, it was 20 years between my aunt and mom, and now 22 years between my mom and me.  The pattern is changing. I like that.  I would actually like to see it go 30 years.  I’m putting that out to the universe.  Join me each week as I show you how I am doing it. How I am going to win this battle. Oh shit, that’s what everyone says in the denial phase. But maybe, just maybe, death can wait for me, for as John Donn said many deaths ago, 

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

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 souls deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesses dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better than thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death , thou shalt die. 

Cancer Diary April 27. The day I found Out.

I’m dying boys and girls, so are you. 

On this day (April 27), in 4977 B.C., the universe was created, according to the German mathematician and astronomer Johannes Kepler. Was he right? Who knows, the guy wasn’t a religious quack, he was a planetary doctor. He looked up at the sky and saw things. Shit, he has the telescope that found new worlds in distant galaxies named after him, so he probably is right.

Good news: I’ll soon be able to ask him on the other side. You see, I’m dying. 

Today is not only the day the world started, it is the day the doctor told me my life is ending, for you see I have lung cancer. 

And so the fight begins. 

I thought I had beaten this sucker last year when they removed part of my lung and said I was good to go. 

This might be the subject of my blog for awhile. 

Welcome to my cancer diary. 

Facing death, I now understand life. It’s actually a relief to not have to worry about tomorrow for I am now entering the great beyond. Don’t worry for me, this place has never been my home for I’m just a pilgrim on the road (Steve Earle). 

The only thing I fear now is shitting myself in bed. I hope I go before that happens. 

I do intend to reincarnate quickly and continue this blog. So, I’ll see you in 30 years or so, quicker if I reincarnate with better spelling skills.

I’m dying. 

 April 27th and not only am I dying, but I am troubled.  I am troubled by the Oligarchs' bombing, raping, and pillaging in Ukraine that continues while the world does nothing; I am troubled that Suu Kyi, the liberal democracy leader in Myanmar who was ousted by a military coup, is now being imprisoned for five years on trumped up charges that she received gold as the president of the country.  For those of you too concerned with hanging guilt on the Democrats or Republicans -- whichever lie they got you believing in -- I have to tell you that Myanmar should alarm you for it is a prelude of the fight for freedom that is playing out in most countries of the world, and will soon be at a government near you -- if it already isn’t.     

Suu Kyi has been fighting for democracy in Myanmar her whole life.  In a fair election in 1990, her party won 81% of the votes, and yet she was not allowed to serve and was instead put under house arrest by the oligarchy controlled military who claimed she "stole the election."  Yes, the same thing Trump tried to pull in the USA 2020 election where he lost, and then tried to get a coup of Right Wing Americans to takeover the capital and create a shit storm of chaos so ugly that he could declare Marshall Law and keep his power forever, as his comrade in Russia has done. 

Yes, the 1% of the 1%'ers, the Oligarchs of the world are winning.  They do it by getting control of a country's conservatives, and/or military leaders and killing off the moderates and free thinkers.  In France, they almost achieved the crème de la crème last week in a close election where the moderate leader barely defeated the conservative Putin implant who wanted to build a wall around France from the rest of Europe -- sound familiar?  It should, for it was the same thing that happened in the USA with Donald Trump and his love affair for Russia.  Fortunately for the US, however, our military is run by a mixture of people that includes People of Color and varying religious backgrounds, and so, Trump couldn't get control over the military that he needed to pull off his Vladimir Putin coup. 

End of Cancer Diary April 27. The day I found out. 

Shakespeare Was Most Likely a Woman. There, I said it.

 

Yeah!  It is April 26th, finally! That special day of the year when Christians like me celebrate Shakespeare's Christening.  That's right folks, there are real records showing that William Shakespeare was christened on this day in 1564.   To date, however, the question still remains:  did the guy who was christened this day in 1564 really write all those fabulous plays?   Seems highly unlikely since the Shakespeare I speak-ith of was of humble ordinary means, yet, seemed to have a keen in-site into the world of the upper 1% of his day.  This is to say, that he was not only in command of great English for his time, he also knew the inner-workings of the royal court, and had traveled to a number of foreign countries of which he wrote?

Most scholars and smarties like me, agree that the Shakespeare we know was probably paid handsomely to keep his mouth shut while someone else used his name in writing the great works, but whoever could this have been? Was it:

Sir Francis Bacon: This eminent philosopher and statesman and attorney to the Queen?

Earl of Oxford: Edward de Vere, the seventeenth Earl of Oxford, an aristocrat and educated Elizabethan gentleman, as well as a sought-after patron of the arts?

Christopher Marlowe: a highly talented playwright and, as a contemporary of Shakespeare, was in the right place at the right time to have written the works?

So, which man-about-town was it?  Well, how about this: it wasn’t a man... What?... but a woman.  As painful as it is for men to believe this, a woman is the most likely suspect given the fact that any man would have gained by revealing his identify, but a woman, burned to the stake for being a witch.

The woman I speak of is Amelia Bessano Lanier, a coverso (clandestine Jew) and illegitimate daughter of an Italian born, Elizabethan court musician.

Along with the family theatrical background, Lanier was also a known mistress of a cousin of Queen Elizabeth I and so knew the inner-circle of the Queen’s court.

Conversely, in The Taming of The Shrew, there are characters named Alfonso (her husbands name) and Baptista (her late father’s name.

Yes, another male lie.

Marlowe or Shakespeare?

On this day in 1986, an explosion and fire at the No. 4 reactor of Chernobyl nuclear power plant in Ukraine resulted in a nuclear meltdown sending radioactivity into the atmosphere.  Considered the worse meltdown to date, the town of Chernobyl is still a ghost town.  The Russian government lied to the people in the area stating that the damage was minimal.   It wasn’t.


Is it any wonder that Ukraine doesn't want to become part of Russian again and are fighting for their lives!








The Collective Consciousness This Day in History

 

Lenard Dawe

It's funny how when something is put into thought, it enters the collective conscious and becomes accessible to us all.   It's Jungian 101 really.  Take for instance WWII and the Crossword Panic of May 1944.  The Allied Forces were planning the liberation of France by landing in Normandy.  The operation was called "Operation Overlord."  Top Secret.   So, you can imagine how nuts the British secret service were when they noticed that the crossword puzzles printed in the Daily Telegraph newspaper contained a surprisingly large number of words that were code-names relating to the coming invasion.  The answers to two clues were "Utah" and "Omaha"-- names that had been given to beaches in Normandy where American troops were to disembark.   Shortly afterwards, crosswords were published containing the answers "Mulberry," the code-name for the floating harbor, and "Neptune," a code-name for naval support.

At first, security agents were tempted to dismiss the whole matter as coincidence, but when a clue was given referring to a "Big-Wig," with the answer "Overlord," they began to worry that the crossword was somehow being used to warn the Germans.  Two officers were duly dispatched to interview the crossword compiler--a fifty-four-year-old teacher name Lenard Dawe.  After some close questioning, the agents became convinced that Dawe had no knowledge of the impending landings, and that his clues and their answers had indeed been a series of strange coincidence.

On this day in 1945, Soviet and American troops met at the River Elbe cutting Germany in two.  WWII was over and the Cold War had begun.  

 

Unfortunately, today, the Russian invasion in Ukraine is worsening.  Vladimir Putin's Troops are accused of more mass killings, rape, and pillaging.  Those things that come with war no matter who is responsible.  It just happens when people are made to do killings, that thing that goes against of all that is good.  

Last night I had a terrible dream.  It was a flying dream.  The strange thing is I was on a dragon and saw mountains, ice, and snow covered with the USA flag.  I fear it is a warning that the USA is about to get dragged into this war.  Think about it, it only takes one accidental bombing to start another world war.  

I chant that this doesn't happen and I am wrong.

Here is a war film I put together for the event.  It's an old student film.  I added Russian subtitles as an option in hopes that maybe, just maybe, someone sees this and realizes how stupid war really is.

Peace brothers and sisters.

April 23th, Jupiter, Venus, and the End of Rome.

Jupiter and Venus by Max Klinger

It's April 23, oh my.  In Roman Paganism, today was the festival of Jupiter and Venus.  That's right, Jupiter (sometimes referred to as Zeus historically), the god of sky and thunder, controller of Roman fate, and king of all gods; yes, the very top of the gods list.  Well, the published gods list for within the circle of gods there has always been another god, the unseen god, some call him the Demiurge creator god, I just call him, little "g" god. 

Not only was Jupiter the god of lightning and thunder bolts, his was also known as the god of oaths, and therefore was summoned in name for wedding ceremonies.  That's right boys and girls, there was a thing called holy matrimony long before the advent of Christianity, which is no big deal other than the fact that they want you to believe there was nothing before them, and thereby are refusing us our existence in history.  The bastards!

And Venus, the goddess of love and fertility.  The beauty of the beauty.  The other half of the hidden little "g" god who allows us to admire her beauty in times of want.  And if Jupiter is the god of marriage, and he is, then Venus is the goddess of the sexual pleasure to be afforded the newlywed couple later that night.  Born from the turbulent waters of a storm, she came to earth with the loveliest of fragrances which can still be enjoyed those moments just before a rain when the ground opens up to receive her nourishment from the gods, the fragrance of pleasure. 

And when the two gods were celebrated together on this day in ancient Rome, there was wine, dancing, laughter, heated discussions, pantomiming, and, of course, posturing, which always led the chamber.  

Is this not the reason that on this day in the year 410 of our calendar, that the Visigoths used this day to attack Rome and bring an end to our empire? 

I say yes, for it is now written.  

~~ Viola

Democrats and Republicans Once Agreed on Earth Day. We Need That Spirit Today. Stop The LIes.

Gaylord Nelson on the right beside President Kennedy.

To get anything done in this the world it takes compromise.  That thing we no longer have in today's politics.  That evil thing that now divides the world between the Closed Minded Nationalist and Free Thinking Idealist.  Case in point, today is Earth Day, and it is a day we owe to compromise for it took both Democrats and Republicans to make Earth Day happen.  The idea was planted by Gaylord Nelson -- the great, great, grand son of the founder of The Republican Party --  when he suggested the idea to President John F Kennedy and the president agreed with him so much that he began talking about "ecology -- as it was known back then" -- in his coast-to-coast speeches; this resonated so well with the public that in 1970 the republican president Richard Nixon enacted the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), which gave us the cleaner water and air we have today. 

Unfortunately, many politicians, mostly Republicans, don't support the EPA because they see it as a hindrance to business.   And so our planet continues to get warmer, our ice caps melt, and mother earth is reaching her breaking point. 

I grew up in the 60's before the EPA.  I lived in Detroit and could taste the smog in the air.  I swam with rolls of dead fish in the Detroit river.  I witnessed grease fires on the water from the standing toxic waste dumped upstream from one of the auto companies.  With the EPA, this was cleaned up with regular inspections.  If the company hadn't cleaned up their mess from the year before, they were fined.  The only way to get a capitalist leader to do anything for the good of the whole. 

Today we are seeing results from the president Obama's Clean Air initiatives which forced the auto manufactures to reduce carbon emissions to a point the Republican taking heads cried would destroy the economy.  It hasn't.  And today with all the electric and hybrid cars on the streets from the incentives Obama gave them, pollution is down.  

This is the good news for Earth Day this year.  

Now for the bad news: Idiots like Michele Bachmann are still out there.  People who will lie about facts with no regards of the outcome.  Case in Point: In April of 2009,  Bachmann delivered this message from the House of Representatives

"As a matter of fact, carbon dioxide is portrayed as harmful!   But there isn't one study that can be produced that shows carbon dioxide is a harmful gas.  There isn't one study because carbon dioxide is not a harmful gas--it is a harmless gas.  Carbon dioxide is natural.  It is not harmful.  It is part of earth's life cycle."

Michele Bachmann: Carbon Dioxide denier.

 

Do I even need to comment on this?  For those of you who believe her statement here, go put your face next to the tail pipe of a car and take a few breaths: it's a fact you will die if you don't stop.  

 

Update:  Michele Bachmann is now part of the "Donald Trump didn't lose the election" lie.  Has she no decency? This lie is threatening our form of an elective government.  And who benefits from this?  Well, in my humble opinion, Satan, the Demiurge, Vladimir Putin -- what did you expect? This is an esoteric blog.

 

Happy Earth Day Folks.  Be kind to the planet today.  

 

 

Hamsa to the Rescue, and the Evils of April 20th.

In 1999 on this day, April 20th, the world changed due to the mass killing of 13 people by two teenage boys who then killed themselves at Columbine High School in Colorado.   Before this incident, schools had had their violence, other mass school shootings, rapes, kidnappings, etc., but none of them had the gravitas of the Columbine massacre, at least not in popular culture.  And it was this popularization of the killings that led to more killings as kids did it for fame.  Yes, fame, that second favorite tool of the Demiurge who owns this world and all things in it.  His first favorite tool?  Religion.

With the Columbine killings, division between the rich and poor has become more pronounced than ever; the rich, backed by profiteering churches and egotistic politicians, have used the school killings as a need for more programs called vouchers which takes public school money from our kids and diverts it to divisive private, privileged, and religious school; and all at the delight of the demiurge as 'We the People' become, 'We the Privileged' -- knights in the demiurge's army.

Yes, I hear what you're saying: "Without a healthy pubic school system we're fucked, okay, but what is esoteric about that?" Well, my dear initiates, as with most things esoteric if you open your eyes to see, you will see the demiurge's markings, for he leaves his evil clues for us in all that he does; for it is His way.  And the Columbine Massacre is no different, for example, in 1896 on this day the first commercial movie was played at Bial's Music Hall in New York City by a Vitascope projector.   A few years later on this day, 1909, Mary Pickford, the first Hollywood mega movie star, starts her first motion picture job, and by 1916 she is the sweetheart idle of the flicks.  Then, in 1926 on this day, Western Electric and Warner Bros. announces Vitaphone, the process of adding bullet sounds to the movies, and of course, in 1999, two teenagers with guns act out their favorite scenes from that year's box-office smash hit, The Matrix, a movie where a man in a trench coat, as the Columbine Boys were wearing, shoots the most people in a movie up to that time.  And all for fame, or better said, the demiurge.   

The final fact to consider is that all this happened on the same day that  in 1889, the demiurge's favorite follower was born: Adolph Hitler, which will always make April 20th a special day for, all things evil.

So, what to do?  Well, the answer is simple, Hamsa.  That's right, you can either go into hiding and get rid of all your earthy belongings and try to go unnoticed by the demiurge as monks and priest have done for centuries, or, you can do as all religions, mystics, and mediums have done since the beginning of time, find a protective charm, and as charms go there is no one more useful against the demiurge than the Hamsa, which means five in Arabic, but predates the advent of Islam by thousands of years, and is still used for protection for those wanting immediate results.  In ancient Mesopotamia, it was the hand of Ishtar, to the early Christian's, it was the Hand of Mary or Eye of Providence which can still be seen on the US dollar bill; and to the Hebrews, it was the "strong hand of God," as pointed out in Deuteronomy 5:15. 

The word Khamsa means 'five,' for the number of our fingers.  Lucky five was widely worn as a pendant, or worked into jewellery and fabrics as a decorative feature, and this highly stylized hand was believed to ward off the 'evil eye.' 

It is the most common symbol from old times, but one that is hardly used today, and as a result my friend, evil has run rampant with control over our governments and religions.  So create yours today, or if you prefer, place your hand over mine and make a wish.  Not only will your wish come true, the evilness around you will run in fear as it as always done from our first encounter with light.

~~ Eso Terry

It's a Mad, Mad, World. Ezra Pound: The first QAnon Member on this Day in History.

It's a mad, mad, world.  Today, April 14th, let's all stop taking anything serious.  We have no control.  The mad men of the world are still in control today as they were on this day in 1521 when Marin Luther gave a speech stating he was living on a diet of worms and was branded an outlaw by the Mega Church of that day -- much as I am today -- and went into hiding.  That's pretty "mad."

Lies can be mad too for on this day in 1943, Soviet Russian radio propaganda blamed their massacre of thousands of Polish Army officers on the German Gestapo.  In 1990 Russia came clean and admitted they were lying and had slaughtered the prisoners for safe keeping.  Today, the leader of Russia says he will fight a kinder war in Ukraine, of course, this was after the slaughter of another town where more civilians were killed.  Some things never change. 

In 1966 on this day Communist China goes public with Mao's Cultural Revolution in an official news-paper calling for the stop of those in power who want to take the capitalistic route in trade with the Western World.  Silly, Mao, becoming a capitalist country was the greatest step for despot societies as proven by today's China and Russian oligarchies who launder their money through American politicians.  

Yes, a mad, mad, world.  Oh, maybe the craziest thing about this day is that in 1958 the first member of the QAnon movement, American poet Ezra Pound, who had supported the despot Mussolini during WWII, was released from a Washington, D.C. state hospital for the criminally insane.  That's what they did with quacks back then.  Now, we make them world leaders. 

 

Merry Easter: the alchemist resting point. A video poem for the whole family.

The spring equinox has always been the day where light and dark come back into balance, and our instincts call for us to go outside and dance with our arms in the air rejoicing in the return of balance.  To those of us with eyes to see, it is the perfect mean, the day of pi, the alchemist resting point.  

 

In ancient Sumerian times, they called it the Descent of Inanna, the heavenly goddess who descended into the underworld only to be brought back to life three days later by Enki, the pagan god of heaven. 

 

And even then, we danced with our arms out towards the heavens, the perfect mean.

 

Then came Ostara, the Spring Fertility goddess associated with bunny rabbits and fertility eggs.  

 

And still, we danced with our arms out towards the heavens, the day of pi. 

 

Today, they call it the resurrection of the anointed.   

But still, we dance with our arms out towards the heavens, the alchemist resting point.  

~~ an Eso Terry poem