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Those Veils of Satan

August 5, 2014

Those Veils of Satan
Matthew Sawyer

Any Christian apologist worth his or her published book royalties must address the problem of the devil. The faithful must know what the archfiend is up to still. And the world has heard enough about his damnable self scattering dinosaur bones across the face of the Earth. People are bored, they lose interest and don’t buy reprints. “They don’t go to museums to see the same old stuff,” one must admit to oneself. “Not anymore they don’t.”

People rather hear about Satan undermining Jesus Christ. Saint Justin Martyr insisted the devil counterfeited all the Christian mysteries. “The fiend made copies,” he said. “There were antichrists before the Messiah was born.” I paraphrased.

Satan wrought confusion and doubt long before a particular Son of God even touched the ground. Good ole’ Justin pretty much left his answer there. The decapitated man might not have had time to say more before he and his friends lost their heads in 168 AD to urban perfect Junius Rusticus. Justin’s dramatic soliloquy instead made the handwriting of the day.

“That is our desire, to be tortured for Our Lord, Jesus Christ, and so to be saved, for that will give us salvation and firm confidence at the more terrible universal tribunal of Our Lord and Saviour.”

– J. Quasten, Patrology vol. 1, p.196-197

Then again, the bygone saint may have been martyred at some divinely-inspired moment. Surely by now, we all know how God thinks. He has a pronounced modus operandi. Mankind may not yet know what shadows the devil throws. For even especially in the Garden of Eden, there were mysteries suspended before our primal ancestors and both were commanded not to look.

That was when Satan allegedly convinced Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge and see for herself. From what most grown-up believers eventually come to believe, God engineered the event. He promoted the Fall then designed a plan for redemption that would satisfy himself with the blood of his only analogous child. It’s all there in the Book.

And according to Justin, Satan proactively sought to obscure the whole gory affair. The devil presumably did so, according to Justin, to stem a flow of reborn sinners into an ever-after paradise. Although a morbid number of true believers since reading has been taught in schools does suggest the subterfuge was overkill.

Where now is there harm in peeking behind those veils the devil has cast? Certainly a sentence forever in the Lake of Fire can’t be made any longer. And for those who yet cling to hope or find some way to grab hold a golden rung, all one must do is ask forgiveness.

For those of us who remain in flame, we see the flickering shadows latter-day apologists need revisit. They must reveal insights to us unwashed and re-dirtied masses. Where is the harm in them shedding light? That’s what they are suppose to do. They are professionals and they are shielded from divine punishment because all their evangelizing. And in their worldview, there is no sin found in book and DVD sales. Anyway, it has been too long since anyone has addressed this particular subject.

Alexander Hislop, a Scottish minister and dead since March 13 1865, he essentially claimed in his book Two Babylons, 1858, all pagan beliefs and Christian rituals originate in a just barely-historic Babylon. 4000 to 3500 BC. There Satan first under-painted the mystery of Jesus in history and desecrated the timeless sanctity of a mother and her child.

The Bible itself mentioned Semiramis and her resurrected son Tammuz. Semiramis was the wife of Nimrod, Ninus in Greek and the great grandson of the Biblical Noah. He was said to have tried building the Tower of Babel. She was a harlot who seized control of Babylon and she will be the whore who rides atop the dragon in the Book of Revelations.

Semiramis, Satan tells us, was the progenitor for Mary, the virgin mother of Christ. She claimed herself to be the Mother of Heaven and made herself a goddess. This, the woman accomplished, after she tricked her husband into being torn apart by hallucinating religious fanatics.

Understand, Babylon was a new, pagan civilization; the first civilization. Like all pagans, the early citizens of the walled city-state recognized the cycle of seasons and an annual death and rebirth of every year. They sacrificed a lamb at the recurring occasion. They took plenty of psychedelic drugs and tore the living animal apart with their bare hands.

A newborn lamb was then produced from nowhere and this one was fattened up for the same ritual murder the following year. Semiramis convinced Nimrod that he was that lamb. How she managed such a diabolic feat is vague, but she was said to tell her husband he was a god. Like the lamb, he would be reborn. And when all of Babylon witnessed his resurrection, he – like his tower was meant to be – Nimrod himself would rise to heaven.

He did not come back to life. His evil widow instead produced a son. His name was Tammuz. So that he would not be sacrificed next year, his mother proclaimed the boy was Nimrod resurrected. There would be games every year from then on. And while Semiramis ruled as the queen of Babylon, the image of her and her son together grew beyond the mundane. They were depicted on idolatry in the vestige of mother and child – Aphrodite and Eros in Greece, Venus and Cupid in Rome – the Pieta by Michelangelo.

Fitting a goddess, Semiramis adopted a new origin, one fitting a queen and not the prostitute she had been. This latter truth was hidden from the tribes of Israel. Nimrod probably knew who Semiramis truly had been but the mortal man was fatally deluded in love.

Semiramis claimed she was born half-fish with the head of a human girl. Horrified, her mother threw her away and the infant chimera was adopted by birds. The strange creature became a woman. After finishing her reign in Babylon she was said to have then grown wings and flown up to heaven.

Her son, Tammuz, was said to have been born from an egg. He was killed by a stag when he was hunting one day and his mother is still today told to have wept forty days. Her sorrow and endless tears resurrected the killed boy. This became the representation of the yearly cycle of seasons. Ezekiel 8:14 cites as much…

“Then He brought me to the entrance of the gate of the Lord’s house which was toward the north; and behold, women were sitting there weeping for Tammuz.”

– Ezekiel 8:14 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

Semiramis became Ishtar in Mesopotamia and the rebirth of Tammuz was called Easter long before the Roman Catholic Church reassigned the pagan holiday a Christian theme. They also did not reveal Semiramis of Babylon invented crucifixion. The torture and execution was first implemented thousand of years ago.

The Canaanites believed these stories. The trinity of Nimrod, Semiramis and Tammuz spread across the known world and adopted new names. In Egypt 2400 BC, there were the roughly equivalent fables of Osiris, Isis and Horus.

Unlike the Sumerians who eventually settled on Marduk as their supreme deity, the Egyptians did not taste monotheism until Akhenaten, 1351 -1336 BC. He proclaimed himself the only sun deity and introduced halos and immortality to the world. Given the Egyptian ruler’s original name was Amenhotep IV, it is irresistibly curious to wonder if the conclusion in prayer, “Amen,” had been preserved because his egotistical impact.

Undistracted for long by Satan’s idle lure, we return to that devil’s veils over the time line of Creation and course of salvation. In Egypt again, 387 – 283 BC, Ptolemy 1 Meryamun Setepenre proclaimed himself “Sotor,” savior. And said he was Christ and he heralded resurrection. There were Christians hundreds of years before the Messiah was born. And there was a whole nation who rejected him because he came as a conqueror. Hadrian wrote to Servianus, 134 AD…

“Egypt, which you commended to me my dearest Servianus, I have found to be wholly fickle and inconsistent and continually wafted about by every breath of fame. The worshippers of Serapis here are called Christians and those who are devoted to the god Serapis (I find) call themselves Bishops of Christ.”

The image of this bearded antichrist bears a disturbing resemblance to the condoned Caucasian semblances of the Christian lord.

Still, only a little of the devil’s deception is so late. His dark veils have covered Greece and the Etruscan empire since before 1500 BC. More popular saviors with Christ-like powers materialized in these regions. Here is where Mithra and Dionysus appeared. Satan uncovered these fallen angels, these demons because the Roman Catholic Church declared they were.

Setting these Bronze Age deities to age, Satan encouraged other mortal men than Ptolemy 1 to assume the forged role of the Son of God. Simon of Peraea was killed by Rome in 4 BC. The man was rumored to be the Messiah while he fought to deliver his Jewish nation from foreign oppressors. His body vanished after four days leaving his undying followers only hope. They claimed he would reappear alive. He never did.

There are a myriad veils.

Let us ignore all the ancient Sanskrit Satan forged hundreds and a thousand years before, those that record the ideas of the Jewish and Gentile messiah before he said them or he was even born. In that time Jesus graced the living with his presence on Earth in Galilee, a man named Apollonius of Tyana toured Greece. Satan put him into this world 15 – 100 CE to do those same things Jesus said in the Middle East. Saran made Apollonius say what Christian apostles will write down generation after their Lord was born, before Jesus died for the sins of the world then rescue far fewer people than believers know from the pain of hell.

– Matthew Sawyer

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Lazarus the Pig

December 7, 2013

 Matthew Sawyer's Pazuzu Trilogy

Children throughout the Shur desert, Chosen and UnChosen alike, attend mandatory lessons in the same classrooms. The Church does not discriminate. There is no segregation among these people. This Saturday afternoon, the plump supplemental school teacher tells eight year old boys and girls “Our two social classes are united against bloodthirsty heathens. You do remember who they are, right? superstitious animals who destroy our cities. Evil.”

Chosen and UnChosen children alike are educated about this singular threat to the oasis parishes in which they cower. Today, a full class in the unguarded city of Gomorrah learns from a Chosen teacher “A marked difference between the composition of Church parishes is simply geographical – a majority of Chosen people live inside walled cities such as our capitol, Khetam.”

She tells them “Descendants of UnChosen workman, those men who physically built the defensive barrier, are also permitted to live behind the protection of the Wall.”

Ms. Mendel worships. “Praise the Church and its wisdom. How else would we have water?”

Benedict Ishkott thinks over the question. Deeper, the boy contemplates the unclassified information Ms. Mendel has imparted.

“Hell with that,” he says to himself inside. As quietly, Ben whispers “I wish I was Chosen.”

Inflected with equivalent disdain, the boy asks his teacher aloud “Where do heathens get water?”

Ms. Mendel laughs. “Silly, they drink blood.”

Ben stutters “But…”

Before the kid recovers his sensibility, the plump teacher comments. “I’ll tell all you children something the Church doesn’t talk about anymore.”

“Is is illegal?” asks a little girl. Her name is Tamara.

Ms. Mendel says “No, this was before visual media was banned.”

“What?” the whole of the pubescent kids wonder together. The question feels as would an ocean wave all these children will never feel roll over even one.

Their teacher replies “Printed materials – book, magazines. Television and movies.”

The examples Ms. Mendel provide are as ephemeral as unseen seas. Any nostalgia reflected in the faces of these children is merely a pining recollection inherited from their parents. A whole generation has passed since the ban had been enacted.

Difficult still, Ben queries concerning the restrictions the Church levied upon communication – all that remains is radio broadcast military bulletins and Church doctrines. “Why?”

Ms. Mendel knows what the boy is curious about. “Images are subversive, Ben. And there was that discovery of background cosmic radiation. The Church will allow no avenue into the world. The Chosen will dictate when the Mortal God will be allowed to join his creation.”

“What were you gonna tell us about, Ms. Mendel?” demands a precocious little boy.

Ms. Mendel gives the kid respect he obviously lacks for his genetic superiors. Judah Ismael here is UnChosen, but his father has money. The Ismael family commands crime all throughout Gomorrah. This power makes each of them equivalent any priest in the Church beside the pontiff. The Chosen school teacher defers to the kid’s unquestionable might.

“I was going to tell you children about Lazy the Pig.”

Judah says “Go on.”

The woman clears her throat and actually presses out a frown with the palm of her hand. “Okay, all of you know how heathens lay siege to walled cities, right?”

After a breath, Ms. Mendel adds “All right, this is about a cartoon.”

“Huh?” Judah grunts. Other kids copy his response.

Ms. Mendel insists “Let me explain, this is the origin of a cartoon called Lazy the Pig. This story is in the Bible. I can petition the Church and read it to you directly. They’ll give me permission, I’m sure.”

“No,” all the kids groan.

Empowered, Ms. Mendel tells her class “This happened long after the crucifixion.”

The woman inhales, holds her breath then says “This happened about 420 AD.”

She is still stingy with her air and claims “But Masada isn’t very far from here.”

A story accompanies her exhalation.

“I don’t think any of you children have heard about the Siege of Masada but I know your parents know what happened. Masada was built on a steep hill – a mesa, really. And there was a wall around that. Well, heathens slaughtered its division of the Chosen military – for what it was in those times – and the enemy breached the wall. But they couldn’t get into the city itself.”

Judah insists “What about the pig?”

Ben wonders “Where did Masada get water?”

Ms. Mendel is quick and snaps “Lazy is why the siege came to an end. The heathens lost and the Chosen prevailed. The UnChosen did nothing to help even then.”

The woman’s outburst has no impact on the little Ismael. The boy decides he sits quietly and waits for a more complete answer. His passive demeanor prompts the teacher and Ms. Mendel continues her story.

“Heathens surrounded Masada forty months. Thank the wisdom of the Church, the Chosen had stored provisions for just that long. Food, water – they had livestock, too, but in the end the animals became diseased.”

Tamara wonders “Did the UnChosen of Masada die?”

“A few, some.”

Ben asks the teacher “What about Chosen?”

“No,” Ms. Mendel attests with a smile. “There was a miracle.”

“The Chosen are never helpless, even when we’re starved and locked behind walls. Our power manifested that day.”

“What happened?” Tamara asks but the teacher already speaks. The girl boggles at what she hears.

“The Chosen didn’t die and the heathens were running out of food, too. The enemy didn’t have stores like the Chosen of Masada but they did bring their women. The heathen impregnated their wives, aborted their babies then ate the dead fetuses. Some of them were still alive.”

Giggles and gasps divide the class.

“In the end, all either side could do is taunt each other. Heathens did something else that isn’t in the Chosen Bible, it might be in their book…”

“Their clay tablets, their mud pies,” Judah chuckles.

Ms. Mendel laughs with the boy. “If they ever learned to write.”

The woman returns to her story. “The Chosen of Masada eviscerated a sick pig – they tore out the animal’s guts because heathens have this strange idea that heaven is located in the intestines. Then the people of Masada erected the disemboweled carcass upon a cross. The beams of that cross were arranged the same as the one used when we crucified the Mortal God.”

“Were the heathens pissed?” inquires a disturbingly attentive Ismael.

“No,” confesses Ms. Mendel. “So the Chosen catapulted the dead animal into the heathen army.”

Judah laughs so loud that Ms. Mendel must stop talking until the boy needs air. The woman thinks what comes next will help the kid split his side open. When his echo is done, she tells more.

“At first, nothing happened. The heathens were too afraid and wouldn’t touch it. Then the pig came to life.”

A tumult of laughter deafens the giggling class. Nobody hears Ben ask “Without its guts?”

Ms. Mendel yells above the noise “And the heathens ran away.”

The class quiets enough and the teacher summarizes a sermon. “The children of Masada – not one older than any of you kids – children shouted after the retreating army. They screamed.”

“There’s your Living God. His name is Lazarus. Lazy the Pig.”

“All the Chosen and the UnChosen who survived laughed because the heathen ran from their god. That’s where the cartoon came from,” she tells her class.

Chuckling, she concludes this day’s lesson. “Heathens say their Living God will return and destroy us. We point and laugh at their pig. We used to, on TV.”

“What about the Mortal God,” Ben asks the woman. “Aren’t the Chosen and heathen gods the same?”

Ms. Mendel promises the boy “No gods are getting into our cities. Chosen lock their doors.”

 

 

Like this story? Read Matthew Sawyer’s goddamn Pazuzu Trilogy. All of it. The epic languishes.

 

 

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The Monsters in O’Melveny Park

November 9, 2013

Monsters bred from the artist’s Mortui Philosophies sketchbooks.

Art and Animation
Matthew Sawyer

“Gypsy Shoegazer No Voices” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

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The Risen

October 25, 2013

Another of my own animated paintings… Matthew Sawyer

Happy Halloween 2013!

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Insight Into Absurd Recesses Of Inspiration

October 12, 2013

Sometime ago in previous posts, I mentioned my sequel to Debbie’s Hellmouth. I call the book The Betulha Dohrman Legacy. Its manuscript is sitting unwrapped with a real publisher – this self-publishing stuff isn’t working for me. I have no clue where I can find a substantive fan-base.

Bitching and whining aside, I found again one my inspirations for a critical event in The Betulha Dohrman Legacy. This tragedy supposedly occurred in Nigeria, although I suspect these mutations are not uncommon. My similar phantasmagoria happens in Southern Wisconsin, outside an evil little place called Wister Town.

Warning, not for the recently fed. View at risk of your own ingestion…

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Our Lord Weathercock by Mr. Binger

December 9, 2012

Our Lord Weathercock by M. Binger

Our Lord Weathercock shares the regional mythology of a damned Southern Wisconsin town. This story of cults, monsters and home-schooled magicians emulates Luke 17:26 – “And as it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man.

There are new gods and this is where they manifest. Here in Wister Town, a retired farmer is harassed by a coven of aspiring juvenile witches. His name is Bill De Corbin and the arthritic man spends an inexplicably warm winter alone in his small house. Trouble comes to him when pubescent children vandalize his backyard and steal his keepsake weather vane. This being where the tale is told, Mr. De Corbin concludes he needs a monster to scare away the thieving brats. Bill researches Dark Magic at the public library and he speaks with the Cult of Hathor. The old man does get his monster and the young coven knows. They go to his house and confront him. This begins the end of them all.

Ebooks available from Smashwords.

Printed Pocketbook available at LuLu.

 

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