Babel, Babylon, Babble

After decades of persecution, the Jewish sisterhood has finally accepted that they will never have access to my authority. So, this morning they sent me a vision of preparations for my eldest son’s marriage to one of their daughters. They had assigned Kevin a rabbi who would ensure that he was capable of participating fully in their rituals.

They encouraged my approval, but I just left the building. “It’s Kevin’s life.”

As I left, however, I waded once again into the psychic sewage that flooded the world through Jeffrey Epstein. Our compromised Commander-in-Chief is facilitating Ellison’s construction of a Zionist media empire, and Kushner strides across the Middle East, dictating terms to the crushed remnants of Palestine and the Islamic tyrants in Iran.

Angry, I returned, marching past the seats towards the screen that shielded the Holy of Holies from public view. An authoritative woman stood to oppose me, but her sisters, sensing my resolve, pulled her away to safety.

I strode around the screen and looked up to the symbolic flame at the ceiling’s peak. Lifting my hand, I seized its essence in my will, proclaiming, “This symbol was meant for all nations. I reclaim it.” Raising my voice, “From this moment forwards, all those that behold it will recognize the symbol of my authority.”

That ended the vision, but there was another symbol to be reclaimed. These foolish women yet believe that they can create some durable effect in the world through men that can be led around by their penises. This is not the way of Divine action., but of Babylon So I spent the next hour reclaiming the Star of David as a mandala that expresses my approach.

Star of David elaborated as a mandala illustrating the authority of Christ

At the peak is the Cosmic Mind, fountain of truth. At the other two corners of the triangle are the hands that have, again and again, surrendered themselves to demonstrate the impotence of violence and fear. (Yes, those are my lifelines, which in life wrap all the way around the palm.) The points of the lower triangle contain the guardians of virtue, the lion, ox, and eagle. These allies represent the lower forms of life that bear the consequences of human self-indulgence. That knowledge is the linchpin of healing. In the center we have the masculine (solar) and feminine (lunar) manifestations of love.

You may gain the Earth, girls, but I have gained all of space and time.

Is ‘God’ Low-Entropy?

When I was in college, my professor in Introductory Physics rebutted an argument for God that touted life as a violation of the Laws of Thermodynamics. The devout claimed that life preserved order against the inevitable tide of entropy. My professor responded by asking us to consider the poop vs. net body weight ratio for babies. Life does increase entropy – (male) physicists just tend to hide from the fact.

Now researchers are discovering that “funny” words, such as those invented by Dr. Seuss, have a “low” entropy – they use combinations of unusual letters. It strikes me that ‘God’ may be one of those combinations. There’s the old atheist snipe “‘God’ is ‘dog’ spelled backwards.” And of course we have Sam Beckett’s intellectual tragicomedy “Waiting for Godot.” Are these funny simply because the letter combinations in ‘god’, ‘dog’ and ‘Godot’ are risible?

Maybe there was something in the old convention: “Elohim”, which became “Allah.” As “‘Allah’ Akbar!”, I may be allowed to paraphrase Christopher Hitchens: as a designation, “‘God’ is not great!”

Or maybe the low-entropy proof for God has simply eluded us. Maybe a low-entropy name is just what God would want – you know, bring smiles to our faces?