Friday, January 20, 2017

When The Alien Saucer Abducted the Green Man



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Gone Down Off the Emerald Isle

Jan. 20, 2017

          Having survived a distressing year of transmogrified moguls, I now find myself looking down on the earth from a different perspective. I am no longer so disturbed about being driven so far from my comfort zone, because I now can see, this is happening to everyone.

          Something about the way that the Crude Oil Bros. are managing the final gunpowder empire is becoming very disturbing to anyone who has the capacity to reflect.

          It has been almost a century now since Yeats wrote that “the center cannot hold.”2 Just over a century ago, in May of 1915 the sinking of the Lusitania galvanized the political consciousness of America. Subsequent events, including the Black Tom explosion in which German agents detonated a Jersey City ammunition depot, and the sinking of the SS Sussex, conspired to haul America on a sleigh ride down the slippery slope until, in 1917, the text of the Zimmerman telegram provided President Wilson a pretext for asking Congress for a declaration of war.

          They say that the unfinished business comes back a century later to be redressed. This time around the Lusitania that has gone down is the ship of political confidence. Ironically, this erosion of government confidence may bring the issue secretly broached in the Zimmerman telegram back into the arena of public discussion.

          Before the War of 1845, the border between the United States and Mexico had been the Arkansas River. The Zimmerman telegram bears evidence that not all foreign governments regarded that acquisition as legitimate. The elected presidential candidate has promised that he will compel the Mexicans to build a wall on their side of the border. The Zimmerman telegram may end up being used as evidence that the wall should be built along the old 1840's border, which was in the southern part of what is now the state of Kansas.

          Back in 1917, the very idea of re-conquering Texas and New Mexico seemed ridiculous, even to the Mexican high command. But the notion might not seem so far fetched, after the scandals and debacles being

engineered by the Crude Oil Bros., their neo-Nazi lackeys, and the foreign intelligence agencies with whom these traitors conspire, have had time to do what they can to tear the Great Western Republic apart.

Remembering the Green Knight
          There’s some who will assert that the Green Knight was last seen in New Mexico in 1916. That was when Pancho Villa’s band was chased back across the border by the U.S. Cavalry under the command of General Black Jack Pershing. It is perhaps on this account that the Great Western Republic has been saddled with a government which does not seem to know what it is doing, and only seems to be effective when it is moving to squeeze the people into submission.
          The Mexican people have historically had a certain difficulty in accepting that New Mexico has now become the real estate of the palefaced Gringos. This is the reason the Zimmerman telegram played such a significant role in catapulting the Great Western Republic into declaring war on the Austrian Empire, and their German allies as well. General Black Jack Pershing was recalled from chasing Pancho Villa through the Mexican countryside, to lead an expedition into Europe. Once the Americans attacked the Germans directly, the Mexicans realized they had nothing to gain and everything to lose. So the Zimmerman telegram was rejected rather decisively by the Mexican government, which subsequently came to an “Understanding” with that other American government in Washington D.C.
The Green Knight is Enigmatic
          The Green Man is, in all of his manifestations, enigmatic. He appears as the defender of nature and of the people and, indeed, the principality which places limits on anything that seriously disrupts the natural order of things. He represents the survival of an earlier pagan awareness, but is paradoxically also identified with the Israelite prophet Elijah. Elijah, we discover, exhibits the same ambivalence as the Green Man of the Arthurian Cycle. This “hairy man with a belt” is a creature of the wilderness who is sufficiently in touch with the power behind Nature’s veil that he can induce flowing water to take on an electromagnetic charge that will call down lightning from heaven. Paradoxically, he also is the one who slays the assembled priests of Baal, ostensibly for their idolatry but actually because their dirty tricks have subverted the covenant (social contract) that was intended to regulate the relation of Israelite royalty to the people they ruled.
          It is this willingness to dethrone foreign intelligence operatives, as well as this commitment to defending the common people from being cheated through perversion of the social contract, that delineates the outline of the green cloak that was handed down by Elijah and which finally settled on the shoulders of Pancho Villa. But our Green Man also embodies a paradoxical element, which has coexisted with Elijah ever since the Great Israelite took shelter in his cave at the foot of Mt. Carmel.
This Must Be the Mount of the Ages
          There once was a much older “hairy man” who frequented the caves beneath Mt. Carmel. He is so old that there is even a debate over whether he should properly be called “Man,” or whether he was merely a stopover on the pathway to modern humanity. Nevertheless the first evidence of religious practice has been found together with the bones of this Neanderthal Race. Existent scriptures are silent on whether or not Elijah ever conversed with the shades of these earliest bearers of the torch of religious faith.
          Looking down on Mt Carmel from a flying saucer some 60,000 feet up in the air, we notice terraced gardens that seem to have been designed as a beacon for incoming space travelers.
          When these aliens choose to enter the Real Dimensions in the vicinity of a planet with an atmosphere, their Greater Vehicle must be programmed to grow an outer shell which shall insulate it from atmospheric friction, and the occasional impacts of micrometeors and other space debris as well. But although the lower part of the spacecraft is not really a window, the illusion of a glass bottom is generated by a screen in the bottom of the observation gallery which recreates the scenery below from signals relayed up from cameras in the bottom of the shell.
          The holographic space that occupies a sort of pit in the center is separated from the viewing deck by a robust bronze rail. We who have been teleported up from Roswell, along with 5 or 6 Alien guides, are standing with our hands clenched on the rail as we look down on the gardens below.
          On the northern brow of this mountain, in the middle of these terraced gardens, a golden dome rises in splendor. Seen from above, this dome is not on the highest point of the gardens – but the slope beyond it becomes much more gradual so that, when seen from the harbor below, the bright golden dome appears to be crowning the mountain. The design of the terraced gardens surrounding it seems to be calculated to reassure observers from other planets that intelligent life is beginning to prevail on our own.
          The town below, which was first settled in the days of the the Phoenicians, looks out across the bay to a suburb that is even older, which has has grown up around the promontory that was fortified by the Crusaders, and the Greeks and Romans before them.
The Crusaders’ Citadel
          The earliest remains of human habitation at Acre, at the northern end of the bay, date from the middle of the 4th millennium B.C. During Greco-Roman times it had been renamed Ptolemais, no doubt by the Greek ruler of Hellenistic Egypt. When the Crusaders captured the citadel they renamed the town St. Jean of Acre, after John the Baptist, the patron saint of the Knights Hospitallers. Perhaps that was fortuitous because, while there is no evidence that John the Baptist ever visited Mt. Carmel, he is regarded in the Gospels as a recurrence of the Prophetic Station of Elijah.
          The Crusading Knights had come here not only to gain Christian Grace and the status of having been a pilgrim, but also with the intent of carving out a sacred and lucrative kingdom. Since these ambitions led to a considerable degree of friction between themselves and the Saracens, these knights enclosed most of the town in formidable fortifications. The citadel was razed to the ground by the Egyptians but later rebuilt by the Turks. After the brief round of excitement provided by the incursion of Napoleon, it became the pestilent prison to which the Ottomans banished their social dissidents.
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          Among us on the observation deck is a tall and beautiful woman with flaming red hair. She has developed a telepathic rapport with the Aliens, and they seem to prefer to use her as their mouthpiece as they declare their intentions to us.
          “As you can see,” the orange haired lady declares, “some of the more progressive minded visionaries of Earth are beginning to develop a consciousness of themselves as part of a higher and greater universe. Unfortunately too many of the rest of their species are still clinging to outmoded passions and prejudices which they should have left behind in the Neanderthal caves.
          “As you may gather from the abduction of Elijah, we Aliens have been watching you humans develop for a very long time, and the omens which we have observed have not been very propitious. We have noted that it has been gratifying to your prejudices when we have reached down from what you called heaven to zap some really notorious villain – the way, for example, that we had to handle Sodom and Gomorrah. We have also noted that these traditions of so-called Divine Intervention in your Books have kept you back from accepting your own responsibility for curbing the abusive patterns in your own environment.
           “It is time for you Earthlings to grow up, and to recognize that the God that you claim to worship shall only be satisfied when all of the Earthlings begin to resonate on the same frequency. You people do not understand how much you are like the Aztecs, who recognized the Prophet Quetzalcoatl, but who offered both their taxes and their social devotion to Huitzilopoctli, the War-God who roasts human hearts.”

Comes Now the Devil, with Foreclosure Writ
Society owes an outstanding debt to the Devil, so Mr. Devil comes now to foreclose.
What shall become of the Earth?
He’s taxed us to death for his wars
Now he comes for the real estate.
Those who should be defending democracy
Are instead buying pizzas for little ones they have made stumble.
Mr. Big Lie rides his High Horse once again
And our religious leaders are silent
Because those religious leaders also are craving
A slice of the pizza that shall become a millstone
Which shall be tied around their necks
So that the little children can be safe.

We unpack our suitcases
Arriving by rail, lodging in hotel rooms.
We are racing against the extinction of our own health,
But the Earth is being repossessed,
And none of the rationalizations
Offered by those reputed to be in control
Can be accepted as answers
By the Sphinx who has enthroned herself up there on the Hill.
We search for deliverance, while all about us
We see the world becoming possessed
By ancient and angry Aztec Gods of Death,
Whom foolish leaders imagine they can exorcize
By delivering all of the Mexicans south of a wall they are building.

There is a need for negotiation
But there can be no negotiation
Until there is a mutual agreement
On what is defined as “Good Faith.”




1, Lusitania picture: Bundesarchiv, DVM 10 Bild-23-61-17 / CC-BY-SA 3.0 [CC BY-SA 3.0 de (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/de/deed.en)], via Wikimedia Commons
2. “Sailing to Byzantium” was first published in 1928.
3. The presence of Siyyids (descendants of Muhammad) in Spain gives us reason to consider another interpretation of the Medieval legend of the Green Knight. The Green Man has always been lurking in the European forests – but we must also remember that it was the exclusive prerogative of the Siyyid to wear a green turban. Note also, in Jeffrey John Dixon, Gawain and the Grail Quest (Edinburgh, Floris Books, 2012) the identification of the Green Knight with Elijah, and also with the Qoranic Khidr.







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