The Words of the Blessing of Enoch
1 The words of the blessing of Enoch, wherewith he blessed the elect and righteous, who will be living in the days of tribulation, when all the wicked and godless are to be removed.
2 And Enoch, a righteous man whose eyes were opened by God took up his parable and said, "I saw the vision of the Holy One in the heavens, which the angels showed me, and from them I heard everything, and from them I understood as I saw, but not for this generation, but for a remote one which is for to come."
3 Concerning the elect I said, and took up my parable concerning them: "The Holy Great One will come forth from His dwelling,
4 And the eternal God will tread upon the earth, even on Mount Sinai and will appear in the strength of His might from the heaven of heavens.
5 And all shall be smitten with fear and the Watchers shall quake, and great fear and trembling shall seize them unto the ends of the earth.”
“Mom,” I asked my mother a few days ago on the phone, “Have you ever read the Book of Enoch?”
“No.” My Mom seemed confused, “What is that?”
“I mean as part of the Biblical Canon? One of the excluded works?”
”No.”
I read her the first few sections. She seemed quiet even for her. I explained that it was one of the excluded works from the Bible, which was resurrected in 1827 in Ethiopia by an Englishman. References to it in the Dead Sea Scrolls have drawn renewed attention to it.
Or perhaps since our High Priests have lied to us about everything from the start, it seems logical that back in the day they might have altered, added, mistranslated and omitted key Biblical texts as well.
I haven’t read through the entirety of the book of Enoch, which caught my attention some months ago, but in my first glance at the first 7 or so chapters I have read, the Book of Revelation makes SO MUCH more sense with this as a backstory context. Jesus and others in the New Testament seem to have referenced it. This story of angels who made progeny with the daughters of men, who then were outcast by God for doing so, has a fascinating resonance to me. My Mother is as close to a Christian religious scholar as I am going to get: she’s a former Catholic nun (okay her degree was in English Literature) who is not and never has been the slightest bit hypocritical about her Faith. She practices what she preaches, man.
Growing up her brief fascination with End Times, which were supposed to happen in 1988, or 1989, or they changed the date a few times, was one of my less fun periods of childhood. I mean I’m nine or 10 years old and should have my whole life in front of me and instead I get to hear about the Rapture, which based on Christian movies with a lot of dusty guillotines for true believers, did not look fun at all. Perhaps my mother was simply ahead of her times.
As an open question what would be a good campaign song for Kamala Harris?
Joe Biden’s poor performance might have done an excellent job of hiding the fact that Trump didn’t do that great in the debate either. There’s worry about Agenda 2025 which they’re steering to all of the lefties and I’m more noticing the left boot and the right boot marching in lockstep. It turns out with rising cost of living, increased taxation and government theft, endless war and money wasted on bombing people/causing trauma and of course the migrant/immigrant crisis that follows on from all of this have rendered a lot of the population not playing the lesser of two evils paradigm anymore. From the UK’s popular reform mandate, for example:
A large percentage are voting on none of the above. I would be too!
All of this revelatory stuff had me checking in on Balenciaga. That is a fashion brand which due to its BDSM references to children has been on my radar for some years. As an artist I consider Balenciaga the fashion equivalent of some Anthony Pollack Shit swiped around a Canvas Number 2 work worth 1 million dollars or whatever. It’s like a greta psycological game to see how much torture the public is willing to endure for art.
So Balenciega has reformed away from its openly pedophilic references. Sort of. The June catalogue seems to be all about really super oversized clothes on adrogenous models who appear to be wearing nothing underneath.
Hmm. It looks sort of like a basement or dungeon. And also who wears oversized clothes and shoes? Here’s a blackmail photo of someone else who did that:
I’m not seeing the light in some of these Balenciaga pictures. This one is far too snuff filmy for me.
I beleive this is spitual war. Are we the children of men or Gods or both?
Artwork for today is a self portrait done when I was 17 or so. It won Best of Show at my High School at any rate, and my grandfather bought it for $50. It is still in the hallway of the Las Vegas house:
The books that made it into the Bible were essentially decided by Constantine. In the 300 years after Jesus hundreds of factions of Christians had arisen in the countries surrounding the Eastern Mediterranean. They were all a bunch of freedom loving rabble rousers who spent a lot of their free time debating power, corruption and divinity. Consequently, they posed a big threat to Constantine's power. Then his wife converted to Christianity.
He gathered Iraneus and some other guy who both proclaimed themselves to be bishops and had them organize the Council of Nicaea in 325 AD. They called for a gathering of the followers of Jesus (who did not call themselves Christian) and hammered out what, of the many hundreds of books that existed at that time, would be included and what would not be included. They essentially excluded any books that promoted freedom and mysticism and included books that left the door open to the institutionalization of the church and the centralization of power. The latter became the Roman Catholic church, the book became the Bible and the religion became known as Christianity. I'm sure all of it would make Jesus gag today.
Constantine then gave those two Bishops some crack troops and they rode all across the region to destroy any remaining books from those rabble rousing early "Christians". That's why both the Dead Sea Scrolls and the Nag Hamadi Scripts were hidden in caves. The latter are the most mystical (Gnostic), which the Catholic church has always despised because they point out that no institution is needed to find God.
I see you and I and many of our readers as the modern day version of Jesus's rabble rousing early church.
You are correct. This is a spiritual war. I have come to believe that they have destroyed so much evidence (of the many times highly technological civilizations have risen and fallen) to prevent us from knowing that this is a prison of souls. Perhaps we cannot ascend past it, unless/until we (our avatars/bodies/vehicles) truly understand our true history? Maybe we keep getting recycled before we understand?
And the genetic manipulation is not new. Maybe our vehicles were previously genetically engineered (this isn't the first time) in order to make sure our avatars wouldn't live long enough to benefit from whatever knowledge we could acquire? Each recycling comes with a memory wipe, or perhaps these vehicles require this, in order to operate? Either way, it seems most of us have been here before, but very few remember.
God, tell me why youth wasted is on the young? And whom amongst us who manages to grow old, doesn't say "If only I'd understood this when I was young" ???
"Ascension: What is it EXACTLY? Is it the state where our soul no longer misses the experience and challenge of this physical density? Or is it when we go on to create with mere thoughts, that which we desire, no longer needing a reason, other than that it pleases us? Whatever the truth is, it is intentionally kept hidden. But it seems it's gotten much harder to hide it from us lately.
I once had a dream/vision of being gone from this world, and being able to instantly create anything at all from a thought. I was not longer the character/person. Just an energy that wanted to create. Soon I became bored of it, and wished only for the physical experience of that which I had created. I came to understand quickly, that I would need a BODY to feel emotions about what I had created. I missed my emotions, or at least I did notice they were now gone. So I sought out others.
I saw multitudes there, and for some strange reason I was aware of them all (who they all were) simultaneously. Some had a mild interest in me, those that had known me in this life, and the rest were simply "communing" or "conferring" about something I could not comprehend. I saw my mother. She glanced over and acknowledged me, but she was no longer in the "role" of my mother in this place. There was no "missing" anyone in particular. When I woke up my head felt like it was going to explode and I was sweating, unable to process all that I had seen. It took about an hour or so for me to start dismissing it all as merely a dream so that I could get on with my day. But it never left me.
"Oh very young, what will you leave us this time?" Cat Stevens