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Gone Down Off the Emerald Isle
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.
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 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.
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 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.”
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
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
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. 
