Kids, Dogs & Daemons


The Scam of Scams

Have you noticed a collective mind tendency to make a religious approach to anything?: spiritual or sportive, material or fashionable, trendy or vintage. It is not the evil ones that invented religion, but the collective mind’s tendency to sacralize, to improperly elevate some-thing above its given nature.

Thus the super scam of all scams: the super-natural. There is no greater scam than the super-natural one, and most — if not all — other scams feed on this. On the imagination of the sacred.

If the Ever-Living is the Creator of everything that exists, then He and He Alone is the only super-natural. Yasu is super-natural and nothing — no one — else is.

Anything or anyone else is natural, regardless if your mind, or mine, is having a hard time wrapping an equation around anything or anyone. Those extra-terrestrials? Heck, the Scriptures are brimming with them, they’ve been all over the place since immemorial times, why on earth (or off earth) would one call them super-natural beings?

Why? And here comes the answer: because of the proclivity of the collective mind for the sacred, for making a religion out of football, baseball, Ferrari, ET-gohome, Coca-Cola and/or Pepsi. We just can’t help ourselves. “It’s a miracle!, wow that divine taste, oh! have you seen that shot?, it’s super-natural. Fuck yeah!”

The snakes (they’ve been planting their seeds in more blasphemous ways than one might wish to accept), studying people, walking among us for millennia, have noticed this vulnerability and had made good use of it — for their own goals.

It’s a golden mine for them, not the gold of the earth (although that’s not worthless), nor other material resources, but the BLOOD, the DNA of Yasu, of the Ever-Living, the Divine-Code-in-BoneFlesh — this is the uber-gold for any godless being. The “super-natural” blood, or code, of the Creator.

Those reptilians, or lizards, or snakes (because there seem to be more versions out there than we might consider), exploit our collective tendency to sacralize stuff and thus they use religious rituals to their own advantage. So that we’ve been made to bow to them.

Remember that the Messenger — not a terrestrial but an extra-terrestrial, a Tall Blond to speak the modern slang — told Yohn not to bow to him, nor to anyone other than Yasu? This because True Tall Blonds (Angels or Archangels) are friendly to us and most-reverent to any being (created being) carrying the Divine-DNA of Yasu, even if temporary in a fallen phase, like we happen to be.

Compare the advice of the Messenger to whatever / wherever you wish to look around, today on planet earth: bowing bowing bowing, to all crazy things, to ideas and concepts and whatever worthless things out there.

A snake knows that Adamic man needs to bow, to sacralize. Materialist snakes fade fast, while spiritualist snakes last long — because matter vanishes like clouds while spirits remain even if bodiless. Nothing super-natural here.

How many words, words on words, slang this, slang that, and expressions and interpretations, that mean too much to us (so much that we’d go killing for them) yet seem a funny game for daemons out there, up there, down there, enjoying a scam, a play and yet another blasphemy.

They do this because we beg them to do this on us, to us, upon us.

The Incarnation

Came Yasu in bone and flesh, The Original Son of David, and Lord of David (how’s that? He asked the wiseguys) and spoke, among others.

Luke 18:16-17.
(Young’s Literal Translation)
and Jesus having called them near, said, ‘Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the reign of God;
verily I say to you, Whoever may not receive the reign of God as a little child, may not enter into it.’

What Yasu is telling us here it is for us to give up the sacred, to renounce the tendency of the collective mind finding comfort in the sacred, to stop being addicts to sacrality. For nothing and no one is super-natural, but The One Who spoke these words, and He is asking us to give up on the concept of the super-natural. Yasu is the Programmer, the Creator, descending inside His program, to take His part in this game and to inform, and give His example to, these participants (avatars?) that are sub-parts of Him, about what matters and what is simply profane — regardless its real or pretense grandeur.

A child is profane and pure. How’s that? See how deep goes the alteration of words?

Like a dog who pings at the good guy and barks at the bad guy. The dog has no vocabulary and no sophistication to present all the shades of grey. Similarly is the child who cries in the church because he wants to pee, or to play or to run around. The child is not blasphemous, nor attacking/disturbing the religious services, not implying this or that, just being natural. The child has not even a concept about the super-natural, or sacred.

Yet, when a child sees (sniffs) Yasu Khrist on the street, then he pings like a dog. Ping! And he runs naturally to his God, to his Maker.

Daemons have this ping feature in them too; they fear God. Instantly. No questions asked.

Both children and daemons ping at the Ever-Living instantly, naturally, because their individual minds are not tainted with the social, collective nonsense, which relies on the method of the sacred manipulation.

The Sacred is a dreadful tool to hide the most hideous taboos. The Sacred is a territory where Reason is persona non grata. Yasu teaches us about Reason. The capital-R Reason of His, which should come in different ways from the small-caps ‘reasons’ vented by the sacralizing collective minds of us people.

The Sleep of Reason

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters (Spanish: El sueño de la razón produce monstruos) is an etching by the Spanish painter and printmaker Francisco Goya. Created between 1797 and 1799, it is the 43rd of 80 etchings making up the suite of satires Los Caprichos.

Goya imagines himself asleep amidst his drawing tools, his reason dulled by slumber and bedeviled by creatures that prowl in the dark. The work includes owls that may be symbols of folly and bats symbolizing ignorance. The artist’s nightmare reflected his view of Spanish society, which he portrayed in the Caprichos as demented, corrupt, and ripe for ridicule. The work is held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and was the gift of M. Knoedler & Co. in 1918.

The full epigraph for capricho No. 43 reads; “Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters: united with her (reason), she (fantasy) is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels.”[5]

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