The question of the violator being, in actuality, the violated party is moving to some sort of resolution in my mind.
The dangerous, dumb innocent is at one with Ananke in all sameness and oneness, in a steady state of equilibrium, without form, and void, and dark. He is in in the state before the Beginning.
In the Beginning is Love. It is the dumb innocent who must be violated, whose equilibrium must be overturned. Love has the power to do this, the love found in the chance encounter.
Rilke might have screamed at the angels, but if only he had known, he had been in the company of the highest orders of angels all along. He was a nothing innocent before them, but a poet after them. Yes Rilke was right, 'every angel is terror', i.e. every angel brings with it the terror of the end of innocence.
An angel occupied your body and spoke to me… touched me… and drew me towards the Divinity.
(The Seraphim from The Mythology)
The dangerous, dumb innocent never finds Love, more importantly, is never in Love, and so never meets the terror of the end of innocence, as the following re-issued blog describes.
Violator violated conscious
I finished my previous blog with a question:
The violator, now conscious, was the violated party.
But is not the unremitting cycle to be consciously broken?
Yes consciousness is the goal.
Yes that was the hope of Zarathustra/Eros upon his return to Beulah from the mountain top.
But in most of the dumb innocents the birth of consciousness is thwarted by the children of Ananke, the followers of Urizen.
Ensnared in debt from birth, the dumb innocents of Beulah are happy to find relief in any distraction, and the followers of Urizen are there to provide it.
Beulah is a place in which the do-nothing dumb masses might find contentment. “I just want to be happy” is the nauseating refrain.
I quote Gottfried Leibniz in a letter to Christian Wolff of 21st February 1705:
I do not think that there can be a blessedness in creatures that would be the satisfaction of every sort of desire, but rather that the true blessedness of a created mind consists in the unimpeded progress to greater goods. It is not enough to enjoy a contented and tranquil mind, for that also belongs to those in a stupor.
The point is made.
Whose benefit is served by holding the innocents in stupor?
….the holders of the chains of debt .…the holders of the chains of knowledge
Yes - there are specific agencies involved, but they all share the same Spinozist, Marxist, Kabbalistic, Freemasonic and Derridian underpinnings. They are the children of Ananke, followers of Urizen, the anti-Love, the murderers of Love, driving the world on to undifferentiated Oneness and entropic death.
The violator violated comes to consciousness. There is incarnation …he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. (1 John 4:16). There is resurrection and new life.
I quote from Child of Encounter:
So,to look at this negatively, a life devoid of the experience of Love is devoid of God. But we cannot just choose to love can we? Surely a real experience of Love comes through the chance encounter. As such, some are elected and others are not one might say.
And Eros/Zarathustra came down from the mountain and urged the Elect to tear down the flags of imperialism and lead the dumb innocents out of Beulah under the banner of the vivifying sun.
In a strange sense, there is actually something before the Beginning.
It is without form, and void, and dark.
It is all sameness and oneness.
There is something before the Beginning, and that something is death.
It is this that links the cosmic Beginning, which is a metaphor for the personal Beginning, with death and resurrection.
Before the beginning
In the beginning does not come first.
What came first was without form, and void, and dark.
Ananke came first, the One, the forever, the undisturbed, the inevitable.
In the beginning was love.
Love as the ‘originating Principle’ can have no presupposition.
Love can strike at any time.
Love has the power of creation.
Love has the power of imagination.
When William Blake claimed that the imagination is God, he was rejecting God as a presuppositional object of idolatry, locating the Divine instead in the mind of man.
…he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. (1 John 4:16)
I have added below an extract from my Child of Encounter:
Śūnyatā,nothing,voidor emptiness, the starting point, the nature of the Supreme Consciousness or Shiva. Śūnya, the word for zero, the Bindu beyond one and many and beyond human intellect. Sacred symbol of the cosmos in its unmanifested state, the point around which the cosmos is created, applied to the forehead. Śūnya, 0, the ultimate self- regulating system,the ultimate equilibrium. Even its symbol a circle is closed, admittingof no intervention. Yet an intervention was made, a breaking open of the circle. What was capable of a spontaneous act of such creativity, such immense childish frivolity?
The Originatory Principle, as I have termed it, is Love. In the Beginning is the Word, i.e. Logos, Love. God is Love.
So does evil originate after the Beginning?
No.Evil is a carry-over from what was before the Beginning, i.e. the Realm of Ananke, the interminable equilibrium, the uninterrupted cycle of destiny.
Ananke’s Realm was all sameness, all oneness, where there was no mind to confirm upon this one entity the status of being. For what is it to be? ‘To be’ is to be distinguished as one thing from another. To be is the ‘that is’ of the observer's mind.
In an infinite Cosmos before Love, there was no ‘that is’, there would be no ‘be’ing.
Where there is no being, there is void, no-thing; there is 0. Without Love, 1=0.
The carry-over from before the Beginning is evil.
The forces of evil work to return to all sameness, all oneness, to 0, nothing, non-being, death.
Amongst the anti-Love there can only be self-hatred.
A Vision of Beulah
And Ananke created Urizen to distract the innocents away from the eternal God,
And Urizen’s jealousy of mankind brought forth self-hatred in himself, which in turn brought forth his vengeful hatred of Eros,
And the children of Urizen inherited this self-hatred, which in turn festered their vengeful hatred of Logos, God, the Word, the Cosmic Jesus, living thought, creativity and Love,
And after murdering Love, they sought to drag mankind down into the innocence of Beulah, a place of dumb idiocy, where all is commodity, everything has its price, and all have equal rights,
And in Beulah the differences of social status were defined by money, in a world where money makes more money,
And diversity and difference were expunged by reducing status and the measure of human estimation to that which is easily calculable,
And money turned desire for gain into the sole motive, outweighing all other motives, because the effort it demands of the mind is so very much less; nothing being so clear and so simple as a row of figures,
And out of self-hatred and vengeful hatred, the children of Urizen reduced the innocents to a parody of themselves,
It has to be remembered throughout the readings of my developing Mythology that the cosmic Beginning is to be understood as a metaphor for the personal Beginning. What I have termed the Originatory Principle, i.e. Love, is the Beginning in both readings. This was certainly not as clear when I first posted the re-issued blog featured below.
Love comes first as a disruptor of equilibrium, (the equilibrium being innocence), in both the cosmic and personal readings.
In the beginning
And the Cosmos was without being,
And the Cosmos without being was the One,
And having no being, the One = nought, 1 = 0,
And Ananke, undifferentiated Oneness, equilibrium, the endless repeating cycle, stasis, reigned supreme.
In the beginning was Love, acknowledged also as the Logos, the Word, God, the Cosmic Jesus, living thought, creativity.
I motorcycled over on my Royal Enfield to discover the history of the place. Between Lowestoft and Southwold on the Suffolk Coast, what once was a large town in medieval terms has now dwindled to a handful of cottages.
What is more, today’s village is dominated by the ruin of a 14th century parish church that is cathedral-line in its proportions. This tells us one thing at least; quite clearly Covehithe was a town with considerable wealth to finance the building of such a noble and grandiose edifice.
Where did the wealth come from? Well a large amount would have come from the agricultural activity on the land hereabouts. Srfs farmed the land, paying a tithe to the Lord of the Manor and the church. Out of this would be taken the funds to build the church.
However, additional wealth came from Covehithe’s role as a port, loading and unloading the sailing ships of the day. Hithe means quay or small harbour. Where did this port activity go?
The answer is that it all was swallowed up by the sea, including swathes of agricultural land. Covehithe stands on the most rapidly eroding coast of the British Isles.
So, loss of land and loss of harbour meant loss too of wealth. The church was way too big for the falling number of parishioners to maintain, and it was allowed to fall to ruin. It was replaced by a humble plain tiny church, complete with humble thatched roof, actually sited within the crumbling walls of it’s gigantic predecessor.
I captured something of the essence of my experience at Covehithe on video. Click here and share something of the journey to the Suffolk coast and back… in time.
One more in a series of motorcycle tours that I have captured on video.
This one finds me on the Suffolk coast, unearthing remarkable history from the Middle Ages.
Covehithe, once a town substantial enough and with enough wealth to build a gigantic parish church of cathedral-like proportions. All that's left today is a gigantic ruined church, a handful of cottages and a road that runs over a cliff.
"So where did the town and port of Covehithe go? Let’s take a walk.
There it is, over the edge there, the once thriving port of Covehithe, the wealth of which financed the building of the great church.
The coastal cliffs at Covehithe are formed of glacial sands and other deposits. Loose and unconsolidated, they erode rapidly, currently at around 4.5 yards a year.
At this current rate of erosion, there’ll be no Covehithe for anyone to see in a hundred years time."
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