They expose the unwanted infant
On a hot flat stone, or throw it
Whirling head over foot into the ravine
For the raven’s obscene brunch,
And walk back down
Their barren blasted Hill
To their village of rocks,
Hearing the mother’s moans,
Approving the father’s stern smile.
All male, the state demands,
And sound.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Gerard Van der Leun
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The following is taken from Quartz.
IMPERIAL DEATH DRIVE
Aztec human sacrifice was a bloody, fascinating mess
By Jake FlanaginApril 3, 2015
“It all began with a restructuring of the Aztec pantheon. Tlacaelel elevated Huitzilopochtli, god of sun and war, to a Zeus-like position of preeminence—appropriate, considering the Aztecs’ push toward militarism at the time.
According to Aztec beliefs, Huitzilopochtli required regular nourishment (tlaxcaltiliztli) in the form of freshly harvested human hearts. As so-called “people of the sun,” the Aztecs were uniquely mandated to provide their patron deity with this bloody sustenance—more often than not sourced from people who were not “of the sun,” so to speak. It was a kind of cultural exceptionalism that not only lent the Aztecs an inherent, ethnic superiority, but directly victimized their neighbors, specifically the Tlaxcala people, who provided the lion’s share of sacrifice-able bodies for Aztec sun-god worship.”
Jaguar Paw and his entire tribe was killed or herded up by a raiding party and now he found himself on top of a giant pyramid and had just witnessed the heart removal from several of his friends and now, it was his turn on the bloody stone slab.
The million strong citizens far below chanted and screamed their approval as the high priest pranced around with still throbbing hearts in both hands as the assistants steered Jaguar Paw to the slab, he was next up. Jaguar Paw’s brain was afire, a tangled confusion of logic and emotion as he tried to come to grips with what was going on. His facial muscles were contorted obscenely as he approached the place of his demise. He could not believe his place, now, and resisted as best he could.
Then the earth moved, and the moon was slowly pathing in front of the high sun, shade was occurring. All eyes went to the sky as did Jaguar Paws and though none knew what to make of it all knew that this was a sign that the sun had been appeased by the priests donation of hearts. What else could it be?
The moon continued forward covering the sun more and the violent hands on Jaguar Paws biceps relaxed a little. Seconds seemed like weeks as the moon moved glacially to the east. Soon, the westward sun was completeley behind the moon and the blinding corona appeared. How many aztecians lost their sight at that very moment?
The hands let go of Jaguar Paw and other hands urged him in another direction, toward the exit hall. The churning crowd was overcome with satisfied emotion, faintings were rampant, and the very earth quaked under their volumnous assault.
The hall was dark and cool as Jaguar Paw descended down the smooth stairs to a small taste of freedom. For now he had escaped death but he still had a long journey ahead to freedom, if he wanted it, and he did, as you will see.
I enjoyed that gruesome tale, ghost, while imbibing a Diet Coke and some BBQ chicharrones.
& still today
in the Planned Parent’s Hood
The unwanted unborn infant torn
From surrounding tissue
Placed gently in it’s stainless
Steel holding coffin
(Later sterilized for reuse)
Organs harvested before
The heart stops beating ,
the rest refuse.
The father had no say
The Stare commands.
What attraction in the deep recesses of the lizard brain impels one toward either tyranny or freedom? Is it the sense of survival and belonging to the stronger tribe? Since the biggest ape-man commands it so shall it be, lest we too be tossed bound and gagged into the swamp. To drown or be eaten, most likely both. So we band together to shout with one voice “Kill Him, Kill Her, Kill it!” and by that we are inoculated against doubts of our fealty – companion mimicry is a method of protection, a thin but effective veil that elbows away and first-impression doubts and permits entry to the chosen, and protected, elite circle.
And so it is today. Watch our soiboi beta culture and how they protect themselves against the scrutiny of the women they fear. And watch them recoil in horror at the presence of an opposing point of view, or behavior no matter how insignificant. They have been raised from birth to perfect and believe in that companion mimicry. And the poor misinformed females who seek to dominate and intimidate with their lectures and hectoring? It isn’t working. Not on adult men, it isn’t. You can ignore biology all you wish, but the two sexes are there for a good reason and that reason is not to be ignored. Go ahead and be strident, decisive, read “Our Bodies Our Selves” and live that lie: you’ll die childless and sad with only your sisters in arms to see you across the Styx. Have a nice trip bitch.
Sadly, the re-training of both has been so effective I doubt most of them recognize the lies they are living. Bad news for you soiboi tribesmen: Independent thought based on logic, reason, and facts makes for a longer and happier life. The monster will eat you whenever it wants and your theater will only give you self-medication. Do you silly asses even know what it is to think for your damned selves? Do you understand at all the value of human life? Those “powerful, assertive wymyn” you so ardently admire might give you a pity bang or a half-hearted hand job for your trouble. Is that all you want? The value of a self-directed and self-reliant life lived with honor was well understood by our ancestors, to whom we are nothing better than an embarrassment, so your extended boyhood is doing no one any good – not the people you’re trying to impress, not the people who pay your damned bills, not the women you want to bed, and not the men who watch you with disgust.
Ghostsniper, with that well-written comment, has reminded me that it’s been too long since I’ve seen that marvellous film from Mel Gibson, “Apocalypto.” It’s also been far too long since I fell in love with Jaguar Paw’s lovely wife Seven, the only person I’ve ever seen who makes facial jewelry seem like it might not be a bad idea.
In fact she held my heart in her hand without even having to use a knife; what a woman!
“What attraction in the deep recesses of the lizard brain impels one toward either tyranny or freedom?”
It happens early in life, where one is taught to be dependent on others, rather than independent.
Then, when the thing in which one has become dependent upon is no longer available another source is sought. They are “Followers”.
Followers are incapable of doing much of anything worthwhile on their own as they are always looking to others for guidance. They are small parts of the undulating herd.
Esky: agreed
A terrifying and much under rated film. I highly recommend. I need to watch it again.
Ghostsniper I would disagree with your comment, “Followers are incapable of doing much of anything worthwhile on their own as they are always looking to others for guidance. They are small parts of the undulating herd.” That is because it all depends on who or what you are following. Jesus said, “Follow me” numerous times. Because 12 did so and Paul (formerly Saul) did so, we have much of what we have today. – RileyD, nwJ