The Black Heart of The Demiurge

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After begging and threatening the publisher of “Operation Dark Heart,” by former Army Reserve Office Anthony Shaffer, not to publish the book on the grounds that it revealed national security secrets and having the publisher refuse, citing its first amendment rights, the (Knights of the Demiurge) Pentagon sought an alternate solution, buying the entire first run and burning it. Subsequent pressings will have blacked-out text which the Pentagon can impose on material they deem to be classified. Those subtle mantras of the Demiurge. Endless. Taliban as fucking Fred Flintstones. A little voice shouting out ‘ You fucking know Robert Anton Wilsons fans are just the Methodist wing of the Timothy Leareyite nexus, right? right?’

I wonder constantly about Cave art. To the extent I awoke from deep sleeps and the first thought I had were the images I had seen of Ibex and Tigers that swept across the natural swells of folded and fractured geology deep underground. I wondered and I worried. The great and good of the academic world blew of he questions I had with grand theories of our ancient ancestors involved in frenzied artistry in the changing light of a small torch or oil lamp. Later they involved Shamanistic ritual, sacred mushrooms and magical rites. Their John the Baptist Terrence McKenna . 

“Jewish sects in Palestine at the time, who were waiting for a prophesied warrior Messiah, were a constant source of violent insurrection during the first century,” Atwill said. “When the Romans had exhausted conventional means of quashing rebellion, they switched to psychological warfare. They surmised that the way to stop the spread of zealous Jewish missionary activity was to create a competing belief system. That’s when the ‘peaceful’ Messiah story was invented. Instead of inspiring warfare, this Messiah urged turn-the-other-cheek pacifism and encouraged Jews to ‘give onto Caesar’ and pay their taxes to Rome.”

I set up a simple ritual. Opposing swastikas of the Demiurge. In my attic space, on one wall a second world war Swastika flag. Opposing it on the opposite wall a Tibetan Swastika with opposing arms. Would the power of the Demiurge be annulled and neutralised? That space between the two symbols. The salt circle and the seven point star. Would the whispered verses of the ‘Negavation’ still the minds of the Demiurge? 

For what is the Demiurge but a combination of the warped consciousness of the World? We watch them every day. Listen to them. Speak with them. They are not like us and we weep for them. Poor blinded souls but powerful. 

I know that in the far past our peoples wandered the earth and knew the Demiurge watched their every move. The Demiurge although watchful knew that Man would fall again. As they always did. This Man lived in small hunting groups. They waded through thick waist high grass and hunted beasts. They ate Berries, nuts and all that Nature could supply them. The Demiurge watched. 

Man knew that the beasts around him must never be named. That they themselves should carry no name and that the things around them should be unnamed. These peoples knew the value of everything simply by touch and by smell. They spoke simply with one another by arched eyebrow and subtle blink, a movement of the finger or hand and all these unspoken things became a rich and varied way in which they could speak without speaking. Of simple things. And they named nothing as they knew once it was named it was made real.

The troubles we suffer today are evidence of the First Sin. Man knew the vagaries of the Demiurge and knew it’s power. That power lay in the naming of things. For naming a thing gave it substance. Thus Man knew that by taking a stick and making articles and lines upon the soil he could make the descriptive images real. For if a few lines described an Antelope then that beast would appear within a few hours, for this was the making of the Demiurge and the workings of it’s evil.

Remote viewing the contents of the Ark of the Covenant (held in an old ammo case in Syria) I could discern no writing on the stone tablets of Moses. They were blank and the message was clear to me. I knew that inner calm and mindfulness is not synonymous with the war against the Demiurge. Blankness was still only a description. A weapon of the Zen Fascist. A tool of the Demiurge. Didn’t the Nazis invent ‘Speed’?

The caves? The rock art? Pure counter cultural manipulation of the reality we live within. On the one hand the Legions of the Demiurge [our ‘governments’ and religious institutions] and on the other it’s direct counter to the systematic model,  the coolness of the opposite. Knowing full well the powers of the Demiurge they would seek to utilise the instruments of the enemy for their own defence. Those ancient humans knew that the naming of things and the descriptions of them in sigils and in pictures was the end for their relationship with the EigenEarth. The Demiurge can never mar the face of something that the Eigen has produced. Only in letters. Objective and relative until the world becomes meaningless and everything sacred is lost. Eye blinking as they emerge from the cave they saw a new world where the sacred can never be restored.

Our early humans made their pictures in the darkness of deep caves not for ritualistic purposes. They made them in torchlight purely because they knew it was forbidden. Inside the circle I could see [through my peripheral vision] the right Nazi swastika and in the left eye the Tibetan ‘flag’ swastika. For the gears will always make the opposite cog flow in the opposite direction. The engine still turned, I still faced the West, but the face of the Demiurge was turned away from me as I gazed at the golden fields of possibility his eyes denied me.

 

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