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Stars II

The above image, taken from Hitchcock’s Rear Window, displays a simple semiotic—a semiotic irony. Jimmy Stewart watches his neighbour through his telephoto lens, yet as he spies he fears he is spied upon—and we know this from the way his eyes have shifted to our right. What’s that over there? Somebody watching me? Who’s watching me? A simple non-verbal cue, the language of eyes—eyes far right or left means suspicion you are watched.

As previously stated in Stars I, there is a semiotic not only in consciously created human imagery and our bodies but in nature as well; and it is the ability to read this semiotic that reveals the gods—angels and demons, in Christian parlance—in action around us. The birds are taken to be angelic—hence the significance attached to the language of the birds in religious thought. Bathe in the dragon’s blood and you will be granted an ability to speak the language of the birds.

I came home one day and my aunt said that she had seen a young bird—a blackbird—killed by four other birds, stamped to death. That night, I turned to my regular story in Brothers Grimm and found the tale was about a father bird and his four sons—each son was killed or maimed when he went out into the world. Only one son survived, the son who nests in a church and so is under protection—as the story specifically said—from other birds that want to harm him. The message was clear: put your faith in God and you will be protected.

It is in this way that the gods communicate with us, through analogy and rhythm—often visual rhythms, and through number too; for there is also a lost art around number in its qualitative aspect. For the most part, people cannot see these messages today, or regard them as artistic—nothing to act upon. To be able to read these signs is to be able to read the Book of Life, and this was an art known to the priests in Egypt—the men who were the first philosophers, the true philosophy being poetical-musical contemplation that reconnects a man with his natal star.

The logos is in fact a literal word; or, rather, a word in outline—a word only detectable by the shimmer of air vibrations around it, yet without inked-in letters. Indeed, the Golden Age was an age when people lived by the technology of sound; and the most sacred sounds were always disguised—hence why analogy, puns, and metaphors play an important role in this system; and hence why schizos, with their strange sing-song chatter and unusual analogies, often activate the lost Hermetic powers—albeit in an incomplete way.

Nietzsche understands the general situation in this statement, just as he understands that for the poet objects are infused with gods:

“What is originality? It is seeing something that still has no name, that cannot yet be named, even if it is right in front of everyone’s eyes. The way people usually are is that something becomes visible to them only once it is named—people with originality are mostly also the name-givers.”

You notice that Trump, in a crude though effective way, fits into this category—with his remarks about “Little Marco” and “Sleepy Joe Biden”; he “sees something that still has no name…even if it is in front of everyone’s eyes.” Hence Trump is not only a poet because he used Twitter in a Zen-like way, to produce little koans; he is also a poet due to his ability to see—and also his wordplay, a simple cryptography that grants him a little mastery over the Book of Life; for the Book is such that every name ultimately points to the divine, except that the divine, as with an invisible dragon whose scales shimmer everywhere, must be reached in an indirect manner—via the crypt, via cryptography and word play; word play is worldplay.

Thoth’s scribes call worlds into existence, they can read the Book of Life; and, though the gods are the same everywhere, they take different forms for different races and in different places—every nation has its own guardian angel. So a person like Joseph Smith, who dabbled in the occult before he founded Mormonism, did indeed speak to an angel who possessed various tablets; though not every angel can read all the tablets in the Book of Life. Hence various revelations, often incomplete and some malicious, appear over the generations; and so there are many religious disputes—we await a new Golden Age for the full rites to be restored.


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