Comes from Latin and means that the Sun stands still. At noon that day. Like yesterday. But us humans, we know how to make a day into a weekend. Or a noon into a night.
Celebrating life and love in Midsummer brings a record number of births nine months later. At least so they say in Scandinavia. And here we are, talking about sex, again and again. Makes sense because sex is quite a central part of living throughout the kind of bodies that we’ve been equipped with.
and as the days of Noah — so shall be also the presence of the Son of Man;
for as they were, in the days before the flood, eating, and drinking, marrying, and giving in marriage, till the day Noah entered into the ark,
and they did not know till the flood came and took all away; so shall be also the presence of the Son of Man.Matthew 24:37-39
Knowing already that there’s much more to history than old mainstream admits. Long past the scares of religions, we dare ask each other: but in the days of Abraham, and in the days of Isaac, weren’t people eating and drinking and marrying and giving in marriage? Or in the days of Moses, or the days of David? Even the days when Jesus of Nazareth was walking this earth — in all those days, they were eating and drinking and marrying and giving in marriage. Like in the present days.
So what exactly is the message about the days of Noah? –other than that informing us that humans have a habit, out of necessity, for eating and drinking and mating. What makes the days of Noah stand apart from the days of Elijah, for instance?
Speculating, one may ask if eating and drinking and mating is not equivalent with the practice of partying. As opposed to eating in one’s kitchen, or in a car, or on a bench in the park.
Going to a party implies drinking, eating and fucking. As opposed to attending a scientific or religious event.
The party is a profane enterprise. As opposed to the more sacred collective activities.
And the woman saith unto the serpent, ‘Of the fruit of the trees of the garden we do eat,
and of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden God hath said, Ye do not eat of it, nor touch it, lest ye die.’Genesis 3:2-3
But wait a minute, there are parties and parties, like trees and trees, or men and men. By casual occurrence, debauchery and orgies would fit under the profane. Until religion sneaks a ‘sacred’ element in. From the Garden to the Vatican, from Egypt to NXIVM, random profanities have been coerced into horrible cults. It is where, and how, the ‘sacred’ taints the profane.
It is when, in the days of Noah, sons and daughters of Adam, mating with fallen angels, partying with the Nephilim, together with unspecified versions and variations of humanoid forms, were tainting the casual profane into sacred cults. And this, to whom it may concern, is abomination in the eyes of the Ever-Living. A predicate for floods and other similar disasters.
Sex cults like NXIVM have haunted history for millennia. Look at the Roman deities and religious practices, consider their inroads under the carpet of mainstream Christianity, and understand that partying with demons has permeated every century and every major religion. A way or another.
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”― William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Unlike during the days of Noah, those alien entities remain still subtle, hidden, concealed under scares and shadows.
Like in the Garden, yet on a terribly loose note, incorporated aliens were walking the streets and were eating and drinking and marrying with sons and daughters of Adam. In plain sight of the day. Like the Sun that stands still when solstice arrives.
Perhaps those were the days of Noah. And the likeness of them.
Thank God, and Trump and the Alliance, for cleaning the house. But remember, sooner or later, in a couple of decades or a couple of centuries, embodied aliens –both good and evil– will walk the streets again, in plain sight.
No problem about eating and drinking –presumably with the good ones. Just wondering what if when random partying would turn –again– into religious cults.
Abomination over abomination, piling predicate upon predicate.