The Wound

The beginning wasn’t a beginning, it was an ending; just an endless circle. It was complete, nothing needed to happen.

Something did happen. What was it, the moment in the everything, the potential, that kicked over, infinite space, folded in on itself, creating a change, beginning time?

Time began when space was divisible into “is”and “is not.” Was it a sin, or a delusion, or an illusion? They’re all the same.

Needless to say, it hurt. We still hear that scream every day, every night, throughout eternity. In our head, it’s a high pitched whine, around 1600 Hz. It’s the sound of time, of incompleteness, of an aching need for something that we can’t even name.

We think we’ll find something to salve this burn, but we never do. It just festers and rots. Then we think that if we find another who hurts like we do, it won’t hurt so bad. But ultimately, there have never been any like us, so we go on limping, alone.

Still we hope. We search. We inquire. We persist. One day we’ll find him, or her, or them, and we’ll all speak our truth to each other, and we’ll have found the words that bring us back into our circle. We’ll be one again.

Time will cease, and we’ll rotate on our axis, harmonious and lovely, we’ll orbit.

The Messiah is a Beverage

I had been reading John’s Gospel for weeks, stuck on the symbolism of Jesus and water. Jesus says “I’ll give you living water, that you’ll never thirst again.” He says, “my belly is full of pure water.” On the cross, he’s poked with a spear, and blood and water gush from his side.”

In my study of Joseph in Genesis, I found that he seemed to represent the mandrake plant (duda’im, דדאם, atropa mandragora), and wrote about it in “The Mandrake Man.”

I think a similar dynamic is at work in John’s gospel. Jesus is the Messiah. The Messiah is, among other things, a drink, or an oil. Like an elixir of life, immortality. You hear it in our modern day usage of “Christen” for baptism as dedication to Christ, and see it when you “Christen” a ship before it leaves the harbor by cracking a champagne bottle on its bow.

A major information source I’ve just discovered is the Peshitta, the Aramaic text of the New Testament. While the scholarly consensus is that the NT was originally written in Koine Greek by Aramaic speakers, the Aramaic text reads in a much more organic, natural fashion, and many cryptic passages are quite clear in the Aramaic. For example, I’ve always puzzled over “the eye is the window to the soul,” which in Aramaic is “the eye is the lamp of the body;” to me, this is a far more intuitive metaphor.

One of the most significant discrepancies I’ve come across is miltha, מלתה, which is rendered as “logos” in Greek, and the Word in English. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” Miltha can mean “Word,” but it has several meanings. The gematria number is 475, which is also “Drink,” as seen in Genesis 24:

“Behold, I stand by the well of water; and it shall come to pass, that when the virgin cometh forth to draw water, and I say to her, Give me, I pray thee, a little water of thy pitcher to drink.”

Which is precisely what Jesus says to the woman at the well in John Chapter 4. You also see this in 1 Corinthians 10:4, which in Aramaic says something like, “In the wilderness, the Israelites ate the food of the spirit and drank the Messiah.” Our English translation from the Greek renders it as “they drank from the rock, which was Jesus,” which doesn’t really capture the liquidity inherent within Messiah.

The Messiah likely corresponded to an elixir they used in their rituals. That’s not to say that Jesus’ death and rebirth was all about the drink, but to say that it’s a unifying metaphor that had ritual significance, and may have been represented by an earthly plant cultivated at Qumran.

A parallel to this narrative is found in the Hindu Veda 9, of Soma, the drink of the gods, particularly Varuna and Mitra. Soma is not only an elixir, but also is personified in some stories, coming down to earth and performing miracles.

Researchers have spent years trying to attribute this Soma to a psychoactive plant, which is fine, but not really my interest. Likewise, an argument could be made that psychoactive mushrooms or other plants were cultivated at Qumran, and that’s what was represented by Miltha and Messiah. John Allegro wrote The Cross and the Mushroom about this very theme.

While I find these inquiries intriguing, finding real world historical contexts for ancient mystical scriptures is not really my interest. I’m interested in archetypes, and the symbols inherent in the texts that make them into coherent narratives. That’s been my major qualm with the Bible, as much as I love it: it’s made incomprehensible by the translation, because the translators want to shy away from anything that doesn’t fit the narrative: anything that smacks of sexual imagery or polytheism is buried syntactically.

I say, let the texts speak for themselves, even if they’re weird and suggestive and difficult. What I appreciate about Miltha is that it captures the generative aspect of the incarnation, the phallic male energy, the … semen of G-d, without being too literal. Just as the divine feminine is buried by the church, the divine masculine is as well. The text comes across as alien and sexless, which does not capture the narratives of the Holy Marriage John’s Gospel describes.

Twenty Eight

Inputted my first

Name to Chaldean numbers,

Got twenty eight. Was

Told this meant I was

Unlucky, unwanted. I

Start strong, then hit so

Many roadblocks, it

All dries up; I have to start

Again. Losses are

Inexorable.

Well, fuck. That’s my life to a

Tee when I’m on a

Depression jag. But,

Here’s why that’s bullshit. Netzach

Is twenty eight, is

Victory, power.

It’s four seven times, it’s Gad,

Warrior tribe, the

Strongest brother of

Israel, and there’s four of

Him. G-d named as He

Is seen in Venus,

Adonai ha-Aretz, I

Am beloved of

The Lord, times four. With

These prophecies in conflict,

I derive union:

Strength and power must

Not grow complacent, but must

Practice the strictest

Discipline. For a

Kingdom neglected goes to

Ruin, is torn by

War without end. The

Beloved provokes envy,

Leads to malice, so

Must my splendor be

Veiled, disclosed with time and care;

I am a pearl,

Not to be cast to

Swine. Material things I

Will lose; gold remains.

Seed of Christ

If Jesus had a son or daughter with Mary Magdalene, what would I expect? That there would be a legend or a story of a miraculous child in a land accessible from Judaea starting in the first century CE.

Jesus’ seed, spermos in Greek, is Gematria 277

You’ll notice, “ferry boat, scattered, family, race, strength.”

Remnants of the seed fighting the dragon is mentioned in Rev 12:17. Remnant is Cheser – 808 in Hebrew

808 + 277 = 1085, which is “wreathed work.”

So I take from that, that I’d be looking for a legendary mother-son or mother-daughter with supernatural abilities and divine connections. They should be symbolized by a wreath, like you’d hang on a door.

Celtic tradition honors Mabon and Madron; Mabon was hidden to be raised in secret. Makes you think, right?

The Holy Grail

John 4: Jesus and the Samaritan Woman at the Well. I wrote a version of this story to be consistent with the “Wedding Consummation” implied by the Greek proskuneo. The words I used are all alternate translations of the same Greek text.

Samaria, Watchman, Sychar, End: End of Watch

https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/10/13/thirsty/

Migdal also means tower, like Migdal Eber.

Scholars interpret Micah 4:8 as a prophecy indicating that the Messiah would be revealed from the “tower of the flock” (Migdal Eder) which is connected with the town of Bethlehem, southeast of Jerusalem.

And you, O tower of the flock, hill of daughter Zion, to you it shall come, the former dominion shall come, the sovereignty of daughter Jerusalem. (Micah 4:8 NRSV)

But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days. Therefore he shall give them up until the time when she who is in labour has brought forth; then the rest of his kindred shall return to the people of Israel. And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they shall live secure, for now he shall be great to the ends of the earth; and he shall be the one of peace (Micah 5:2-5 NRSV)

Migdal, Gematria 770

John 4: “Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come back.” The woman answered him, “I have no husband.” Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband‘; for you have had five husbands, and the man you are now living with is not your husband.”

Jesus is the 7th. 7 + 770 is 777 : last day of creation, perfection of the Trinity.

Catholic Church maintained generation of this well, but switched the conception to Jesus’ mother Mary:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary%27s_Well .

Contendings with the Pretender

The Lord has given

Me this land to possess, you

Scrawny rooster, you

Have squandered your great

Talents, have let your moment

Pass; your throne is lies.

Your fealty to

Faker cannot save you. Yield

Your territories.

They belong to me.

My mighty men have taken

Your citadel, and

Your guards are now dead.

You are sick, tired; I am

Sick of you. We now

Purify our land,

You shall be our sacrifice.

But I am gentle,

Rooster; permit I

Strangle you. Otherwise, must

You suffer the sword.

The blade will rend your

Most delicate places, and

Your agony will

Fill your palace as

Once your riches did. Choose now,

Your only mercy.

Thirsty

“So thirsty am I.

Miss? Could you get me water?”

“You’re not supposed to

Talk to me.” “If you

Knew who I was, you’d want my

Water. Never thirst

Again.” “Fine. Give me.”

“Get your husband, I’ll give it

To him.” “Which one?” “You’re

On number six, right?

Let me be seven.” “Let’s do

It then. You want to

Be top or bottom?”

“We do it face to face. Me

In you and you, me.”

Dueling the Dweller

Chronozon’s sigil

Blazes across my vision,

Falling angel is

Divebombing toward

Me. I don’t back down, fuck you,

Dweller at the gate,

I am anointed

Of the Lord, priest of the truth,

I incarnate my

Highest self, arms

And shoulders of oak, my will

Is iron, you can

Never defeat me.

Flash all the middle fingers

And pentagrams you

Want, I know your true

Name and I’ve seen your real face.

Like dust in the wind.