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CHAPTER FOUR
To earn the “goods” of the Serpent one must mock and gore Dawn’s Spirituality, thus gaining Advantages that “pay your way” to “entitlement” and higher rank in the Hierarchy that “keeps track” of how much of your “dirt” does not wash off, thereby measuring your “drought of ale”, the fullness of your vessel that secures “passage” to your “betrothal” to the Serpent, thus ending your “poverty”; such is the “test” that your aggressive conduct overcame, making you “useful” to Odinn so he is interested in your “next move”, to see how much you can “saw off” the Sea-Tree of Redemption, thereby damaging the True Path of People of Soul so they cannot become like Heaven on Earth but are “redirected” by Propaganda to board the “warship” of Devolution, having the “Time of your Life” as a brazen Warrior, a Son of Odinn who speaks the Serpent’s “language” of authority and expediency, the “proper” path for Life, being stern and “dark” like the Serpent, akin to his Night of Below that fills his realm with Negativity, the “heaviness” of Devolution that “brings you down”, filling you with Propaganda that claims to be your “support and backing” but is truly the Death-dirge of Doom, the real Agenda of the Serpent of Hel disguised as the pastimes, entertainments, and amusements of Ego-Vanity that “shuns” Decay and Death as the reapers of the “green grass” of Youth and Vitality, the “glow” and “brilliance” indicative of the strength and power of Ego-Ambition, the desire to be “different”, “more important”, having “considerably more” fame and fortune than the “underprivileged” who lack the “nerve” to thrust themselves forward like Aggressive Egos who are the “stars” of society, caring only about themselves, being intent and “focused”, proud of their ability to “prove their superiority”; but “certainly not” by getting up at sunrise like the “working-class” must do every day of their miserable lives, so they have enough time to prepare the “banquet” for their “superiors” who deserve “only the best” provisions of meat and ale, being “more worthy” than the “bewildered masses” who do not know how to be “productive”, how to make fame and fortune “grow” by accumulating “valuables” and “inflaming” others so they “do your bidding” and “follow your lead”, like the belt that “follows” a buckle, or like a Colony that is akin to its “origins” such as Edin to Atlantis, whereby the inhabitants of Edin have the same Spirit as their Fatherland, sharing the same “loaf of bread”, “passing it around” so everyone has a piece of “daily bread”, like amber beads strung as a necklace, each “aglow” with Light; thus, the People of the Dale consider Atlantis to be their Fountainhead, their Source of Fulfillment, like a “mouth” is to a stomach, “protecting” the far-off “territory” by being “careful about what it eats”, avoiding anything to do with the Serpent King who rules the Danes and the “empire” of Below, with Denmark as his “stronghold” Hel, the “low-point” of Devolution, such that the Danish are “marked” as the people who value the “weight” of Odinn’s Silver, they are the “coin of his realm”, truly sating themselves on his Propaganda, “dancing to its tune” that saws down the Sea-Tree and rewrites History as a Saga of Lies, scraping away all Atlantean Legacy and Lore, calling it prattle, grating clatter that “lost out” to a “stronger player”, Odinn, who “picked” its Gold and “painted” it Silver, so Spirit is devolved as Ego, the new “priest”, Odinn’s “fraud” who is likewise self-deceived; thus, what was Heretofore Love and Affection has been disarranged and violated, becoming a faint glimmer that must be hidden from the Snake Eyes of the Serpent, the Overseer who makes everything “like Odinn”, dark with Negativity, the Serpent’s Lies that are the “darts” of Delusion, his “subtle” weapon that weaves lies into the “tapestry” of Ego, so Egos are sated with his Deceptions, supplanting Love and Affection with Vanity and Greed as fostered by the mutterings and murmurs of Propaganda and Temptation that disguise Ego’s bondage to Death so the Curse of Doom, is now a “Day” of Festivity preceding their Day of Death, a “movable feast” until the “court” of Doom demands payment as Death, the “knock at the door” that drains your blood from dread that the “delay” is over; your Life of self-indulgence, being like Odinn, is at an End, the judgment of the Serpent’s Court of Doom is forthcoming, Odinn’s Spear of Destiny is now revealed as the Shaft of Death; memories of “gratification” flood your mind as your “reward” for observing the rules of Odinn, disregarding Sylgja’s Inspiration and living in the Estate of Hel as the Doomed of Almighty Death who yet “willingly” became a Warrior, advancing Death’s torment and bloodshed, being his “kindred”, ruthless and final, wearing his color, Black, the Darkness of Night, being opposite to Atlantean Virtue, the White of Light, and so leaving Death’s “marks” of damage, harm, disease, decay, and depression, his “Net” of Negativity that entangles Life so Truth is forsaken, supplanted by the “melting snow” of the Serpent’s Doom, a Delusion unto Death, Life as a “marriage” to Propaganda, with a “tax” on its “treasures”, Death; like a slap on the face, you realize that Death has come to “collect his due”, that the Stroke of Midnight is nigh and there is “no use trying to fight it”, for the “snare” of Death is “unbreakable”, like Paternity, unchanging until one’s dying day, or being Doomed by a Last Wave that you see coming but cannot escape, so its stabbing impact thrusts into you with its great, heavy, relentless strength, so resistance is futile, eventually you will “sleep”, Death’s “sword” will sever Life, his “gavel” will come down as the Crack of Doom, The End; not banishment, not exile, not a fine, for your “work is done”, “your Lifetime of service”, your drinking of Odinn’s Ale of Indulgence and your combating Spirituality in the name of Death, who is the “business end” of Indulgence, being the “rules” of the Game of Life that “set the stage” for Ego’s “taxation” for living like Odinn and thereby partaking of his Agenda, thus being Doomed unto Death; such is one’s very own Ragna-rok, a personalized Doom, a “time and place” of Death just for you, your own “bed of straw” awaits, and no “wishful thinking” can change that fact, Death is “to be expected”, thus you “inevitably yield” to a “superior force” whose presence is not “mistaken”, so he is deaf to your pleas to stop, wait, or abate, to “just listen” to how you did not realize that the Game of Life was “rigged”, that it led to a “foregone conclusion”, like a Doom; you were “swept off your feet” by the Serpent’s Delusion, never expecting to be compelled to “pay a price” for having a “better” Life; thus, you are unwilling to comply, reluctant to die; perhaps new terms could be agreed upon, a simple “renegotiation” throwing out the part about having to die; however, such imploring is folly, and will gain you nothing, for you have already “benefited” from the Serpent’s “gifts”, having fully enjoyed Odinn’s “pedestal” of Ego, and its Free-Will that “chose” Temptation, living without constraints, a Life of self-indulgence, being “free” to do as you please, going your own way, boldly advancing in the Hierarchy, like a “whirlpool” of forcefulness, yet careful to see things through to “the end”, to “find your way home”, like a baseball-player who runs the base-paths swiftly, like he is fleeing from Death himself, not merely playing a game, but “running for his Life”; something an Atlantean need never do, for such a one lives in Harmony with Fate, expressing Life as “What so happens to be” the good, honest, and commendable thing to do, being straightforward, not plotting, but savoring Life, like “inheriting “ from every moment of every day and every night “something worth having”, like a necklace of amber beads, each subsequent bead being as lovely as the last one, or unwinding an endless and fascinating scroll, with each revelation as interesting as the preceding one, or a succession of cups being filled from a large vessel of Pure Water, or a series of Eagle Eggs, each distinctive, or leaves on a long, running-vine, each catching the Light suitably to its position and angle, thus having a unique, befitting pattern, yet sharing a common shape with all the other leaves, as if “agreeing” to be “different”, so as to “mind their own business, together”, like the many sails, of one ship, producing one direction, or the many hopes and anticipated possibilities, that yield the one expectation, and as expected, the good result, such that each imagined scenario, each “dawning”, was unique, yet they shared a common urging, a Meaning of Life, and a common positive outcome, a Purpose of Life, like a group of singers, each “inheriting” a part of the song to perform, and together producing a wonderful Harmony; thus, each has their own “entitlement” as a “personal claim”, an “individual voice”, yet they share a common inheritance, and a common Source of that “gift”, therefore they express a common gratitude as a “chorus of thanksgiving” akin to one dough making many loaves, with each “voice” producing an “equal share” of that response, like many “servers” catering to one “joyful feast”, or many travelers arriving at a common destination; thus, Life is a “series” of “moments” whereby each moment has a “due and rightful” meaning to individually express; yet as a series, they comprise a fellowship, an overall “tune and tone” that harmonizes, such that the “allotments” that are “apportioned” as being distinct and discernible, “share their shares” as a thriving Life of Harmony, with each heir’s “share” partaking of their common “inheritance”, Fate; or like a host of colonists who are “related” by a Kindred Spirit of establishing a new Mission distinguishable from its Origin, yet similar, like a different “hue” of their common “color”, or different “hands” dealt from the same deck of cards, or separate gemstones of the same type, but each catching light differently, producing distinctive flashes of color; in this way, unique “dispositions” share a “source-material”, a commonality that they happily embrace, each being a “measure” of the Whole, like a “promise”, of “fulfillment”, or an “exploration”, of “recognition” whereby Life consciously explores its Fate, which is a “recognition” of Idea, such that Consciousness is the Reality of Ideation, as it were, a “murmur” of Idea’s Voice that “reissues” the “decree” of Idea that is to be “copied” onto Reality as Fate; so Consciousness “learns” what is “known”, that it is the “inheritor” of Idea’s Meadow, it is Ideation as Reality, akin to Heaven on Earth, the concept that anchors Atlantean Virtue, whereby the Atlanteans, through Higher Consciousness have discerned this Truth, and so undertook the Mission of sharing it, as it were, they have sharpened the “scythe” that reaps Truth, calling it Redemption, and eagerly promote it as the “level-ground” of Harmony, As Above-So Below, such that a soothing calm of moderation “settles” the Mind, so it “attunes” to Goodness, enabling Life to “walk with noiseless, measured steps” through the Valley of Death, bypassing Devolution on the Way to Dawn, avoiding the “hayrick” of Hel where Propaganda fills Egos, the Straw-People, with False Sagas that claim Life is “befallen”, Doomed to Death, scoffing at the Inner-voice of Conscience, replacing it with the Serpent’s Lies that call the True Message “obeisant and weak”, empty, desolate, deserted, and deserving of Death, a Serpent-Strike making it “null and void”, swept away like dust or ashes, proven fallen and false, a Big Mistake; such are the Serpent’s adulterations, his Lies that bury Truth and enforce an “agreement” called Ego, thus ending one’s Quest for Redemption that supports Cosmic Continuity with Virtue, like drips, in its Sea or nails, in its planks or amber, for its “Starry Circle” or Missionaries, in its Space, roaming forth to promote Love and Affection, seeding the Light of Spirit, traveling in Spaceships to proffer a “hospitality”, a bid to join Dagan, the League of Redeemed Planets who follow the “straight-course” of Harmony that bisects Above and Below with an Oath to Dis, such that Soul readily traverses Dusk to Dawn, thus growing Virtue so it can rise to the Prominence of Truth, fulfilling one’s Oath, like reaching “home-plate” in a game of baseball, after having “run all the bases”, being a “star” player, with a “nose” for hitting the ball “down the lines”; akin to a Quester who calmly walks “straight past” the Serpent’s coiling Temptations, preferring Inner-Peace to Fool’s Gold, the “calling” of Ego, luring one to “stake a claim” in Hel, striving to “strike it rich” so you can “spread the wealth around”, “making a name for yourself” as a “big spender” who “talks a good game” but also “has the goods” to back up your boasts of “victories”, living in a “great estate”, so your “big head” is truly justified, being an esteemed Warrior of the Serpent who darkens Life with Devolution, silencing its song with the roar of the Shout and the Serpent’s babbling Propaganda and hissed Temptations that “sell” one on Ego’s “benefits”, such as the False Life of Free-Will called “boldness” by the Serpent whose forked-tongue is the distaff for “wooly” Deceptions; like those propping up the Danes as rulers, judges, and chastisers, yet in fact, being the “plate” that serves Odinn’s Agenda, being his “harlots”, who yet spin the Wool of Delusion that kindles desire for self-aggrandizement, making one like the Irish, who as a race, are hungry for Power and the gratification the Serpent provides, forsaking Dis’ Revelations for their Vanity and Greed; thus, being disposed to worshipping idols, cursing, making sacrificial offerings, and having an idol in every household, that they make food offerings to, by way of placating its anger; like “burying” your rejoicing upon winning a betting-stake, so the other player is not inflamed by resentment, a path to trouble every time, akin to a “wrathful god” except as a human, speaking now in a roar of anger, rebuking you for your impudence and arrogance, not giving due respect to his prowess by being “humble in victory”, but shaming him by celebrating rather than repenting or challenging him to a rematch to ease the sting of defeat, although he is so rich he can easily afford to lose the wager, so it is hardly worth the outrage, but his Delusion tells him he is “invincible”, a “winner” who is “god-like”, one of the “ruling powers”, being imperious and “above it all”, sagacious, and shrewd, a “manager” of Life who “puts people in their place”, like boats, gathered in a harbor or seeds, planted in a garden-bed or a flock of birds, wading along the seacoast; such that “lesser-beings” are unworthy of any real respect, being below the notice of a clever man whose “strong suit” is getting people to “worship” him as their “superior”, a Leader of Men, a “model” that they “look up to”; such is the “wooly logic” of Delusion, being full of “fuzzy thinking”, like Bad Poetry, such as Odinn’s Saga of Lies, where one is sated with the regaling of his might, cleverness, and superhuman abilities, even calling him a “priest”, which is madness, a sacrilege, plundering what is holy, an affront, like “arguing with the judge during a trial”, slowly treading up to him, then giving him the full effect of the argument that will “redeem” your “case”, an “altercation” that will probably get you “disbarred”, like being “chopped-down”, “doomed”, cited in the “Fifth Court” for “contempt”, feeling stunned like a victim of Odinn’s Shout, or the Serpent’s venomous seduction, benumbed, ready to fall to your knees, like kneeling in church, or being “cut in two” so you cannot feel your legs, as if frozen like a coward, or entranced like a giddy fool, or in a stupor like a bloated drunk, unable to take a single step, each foot too heavy to lift, as though held down by a mighty “Earth-god”, therefore stuck in your tracks, like the mast of a ship, or a day circled on a calendar that becomes your doomsday, for the Judge has “broken your Spirit”, ordering your to return to your “chair” and “say no more”, akin to a battered Eagle returning to her nest, feeling impoverished, like after paying a steep fine for contempt, and being charged with “assault”, thus posting an expensive bail because you are a “flight risk”, so you sell your “wedding-ring” and your “house” and now live on the charity of the Church, restrained from leaving the “jurisdiction of the Court”, like being a “sheep surrounded by wolves” whose “name is mud”, like Atlantis; such is the “judgment” upon Lore, the “considered opinion” of the Court of Propaganda; stripping, constraining, and belittling it, “sentencing” it to become a Saga of Lies that “reverses the charges” so Evil is called Good, and Good is called Evil; thus your “challenging” of the System to be “Truthful and Lawful to God” is cleverly called “contempt for the Court”, making you the “aggressor” who is “doomed” to pay for her “crime of passion” and “wanton disregard” for “all that is holy”, the “sacred institutions” of Odinn, his Seat of Government, assuring that Law and Order “rule the land”; so Atlantean Virtue is “brought to Justice”, being “guilty as charged”, calling Odinn a Serpent and claiming that Redemption is Truth, and Propaganda is Lies that subvert Peace of Mind with Vanity and Greed, subvert Faith in Fate, with Free-Will subvert Dawn, with the Darkness of Devolution subvert the Chair of Truth, with a Throne of Power, the Seat of Authority that “guarantees the safety of the people” and warrants that Atlantean Lore will be “locked away” in some “dark cell”, so “rest assured” because they have “thrown away the key”; however, the Daughters of Dis are an “underground” fellowship who yet safeguard the Joy of Light, Dis’ Dawn, the delightful Peace of Mind from knowing that Truth is Harmony, the “amber” of Heaven, the “starlight” in Darkness, like the Star-Gates, Eddies of Light in Dark Space that are a True Pathway throughout the Cosmos, being “anchored” in key locations as the beginning and end of “roads”, Tunnels of Love that transport Atlanteans on their Missions of Mercy to offset the heaviness and oppression of Evil, as Odinn, who persecutes Life, and “connects” it to Ego such that it becomes advantageous and aggressive, thus vindictive, deadly, and delusional; believing the “alternate” Saga that torments Harmony with Snares, Weapons, Burnings at the Stake, the Shout, Doom, and the Brink of Extinction, the Evil Prophecy Ragn-rok that subverts the Inner Voice of Soul, Conscience, with a “Promise” of Doomsday that thereby “permits” a “live for today, as tomorrow we die” morality; such is the Serpent’s Ploy, his key to Delusion, which is the Ultimate Mockery of Truth such that “Life is a drag”, the “iron-rim” under the keel of the Ship of Fools, whereby duped Egos believe the Serpent’s “iron-grip” of Delusion is a “handshake” welcoming them to feed at the Trough of Devolution called the Feast of Odinn; in fact, being “all” that is “anything but Good”, which is Atlantean support of the One True Everything; thus, his Feast is Devolution, a drawing, dragging, pulling down of Soul into Ego, so Life “inhales” Ambition, the procuring and gaining of Advantages, while the Serpent uses Delusion to prolong Ego’s suffering until Life is “put out of its misery” by Death; such is Odinn’s Agenda, carefully “carved” by Aggression and “trimmed” with Temptations, steadily moving Doom towards Demise, where the “gloves come off” for Death does not “hold back” but “draws near” to “rear his ugly head” that “blocks out the Sun”; there can be no “reconciliation” for the “worst is come” and will “prove fatal” to Life, no delay, no escape, no “pulling yourself together”, no “promise to do better”, for the “troops are gathered” to pull you into the Pit, like horses dragging a felled timber; they form a long line, “clearing” Odinn’s Great Estate of “deadwood”, like removing a “stain” from his shirt; as it were, unlocking the sluice-gate to “wash away” the “lumber”, or to find the Fool’s Gold that “pays the wages” of Death such that Delusion is “its own reward”; just as cold-blooded Death is like the Serpent whose Snake Eyes “look to the future” where he sees a Dark Horse, an “unlikely winner” drag the entire Cosmos into Destruction, although the “odds of success” are like “finding a needle in a haystack”; for the “dragnet” of Evil’s Devolution is “constrained” by the “rope” of Fate, the “rigging” of the Cosmos such that Fate copies Idea perfectly, thus forestalling any Fatal Error, any Dark Horse from waylaying the True Fulfillment, the Whole Story of Beginning, Middle, and End, told with no “surprise ending” but with Eternity, “as planned”; such is the Ancient Faith that Atlanteans proffer on their Missionary Travels to “inhabited districts” of Space where they arrive with a “rushing sound” like the flight of an Eagle, to offer their assistance as Spiritual Helpers, guides who offset the influence of the Outcast, the Bastard Son, Odinn, with the Wisdom of Lore, Truth about Redemption that shakes one loose of his “iron-grip” of Delusion that is a Path of Doom, the loss of Soul’s “connection” to Heaven, so one becomes “like-minded” with the Serpent’s Propaganda, having his “manners” and his “voice”, Vanity and Greed; such that vain women wear bright, expensive fabrics as their “due”, following the “lead” of their husbands who “do as they please”, thus both are haughty and proud, as it were, “cut from the same cloth” of Delusion, as if they “agree” to be “self-centered”; such is the “logic” of self-aggrandizement, Satiation as the False Spirit of Ego, the “glass slipper” that Ego’s foot fits perfectly, like an “embrace” by lovers, for Vanity and Greed are both “full of themselves”, being likewise arrogant, expecting the world to “mould itself” to their wishes; such behavior is a mockery of Atlantean Virtue that models Heaven on Earth, and an affront to Atlantean Exemplars, Visionaries who Inspire the People; thus having a disposition opposite to self-involved Egos whose only “wisdom” consists of “knowing for certain” that they are “superior to others”, for their inner-voice is not Conscience but Proud Ego whose only sense of loss, regret, or sorrow is when they lose a gemstone from its setting; then they curse the “Evil” that caused such a mishap, the vile work of some “serpentine” twist of ill-fortune; this “Horrid Hent” being like a ghost in one’s house boding “distress and discontent”, driven from its grave, being “compelled” to “do some violence”, its scream or “shout” being like a nail in the brain, stunning and gruesome, as it drifts and jerks along in pursuit of its “vengeance”, causing harm and grief wherever it goes, like maggots that eat “all that is Good in the world”, “rebuking” Life for its Sweet Dreams of Finding Lost Treasure, replacing the Glimmer of Hope with the “monsters” of nightmares who are “chilling” like winter, foreboding Evil, a “pregnancy” of Doom that anticipates Death, the Grim Reaper who is also the one who felled Peace of Mind so Doom could “begin” with a “loss”, trading Soul for a Vain Ego who “in a fit of madness” fancied that a ghost took the “missing gemstone”; such is the “driftwood” of Ego’s fevered dreams of Fame and Fortune, the False Story of Life’s Meaning and Purpose, supplanting Wisdom and Peace of Mind with Vanity and Greed, so the Truth about Redemption is now “Doomed to Die” for the Exemplar of Evil is Ego, who follows the Path of Pride, the Road to Success, for the sake of rising in the Hierarchy, being “eager to please” as well as “willing and able” to taunt, assault, and cast down Lore; thus earning the Right of Preemption, being “preferred above others”, not an “ugly duckling” but a beauteous Swan, who yet is a cold-blooded killer who takes his “pound of flesh”, Atlantean hearts, in the name of Propaganda which “defends his honor” as a “Champion of Justice”, thus the “wind changes”, the “tide turns”, the scent becomes sweet; and a degenerate is “acquitted”; no matter what he incited, he is not a “rotten egg” for his Evildoing is “gift-wrapped” by Propaganda and his crimes are discharged, so Odinn invites him to meet the Serpent who furnished the “ribbons” that “wrapped up the case” like a lace-bonnet on a baby’s head, so “everyone is happy”, being a “merry band” of thieves and killers, a “daisy-chain” of Devolution, all linking arms like bosom friends, finding that they have “so much is common”, all being “takers” who seize Life and “catch as catch can”, grabbing Life by the reins, being “every bit a hero”, a so-called “Dragon-slayer”, who went to the Beast’s lair and saw that its head was akin to his own, having the same hallmarks, Snake-Eyes, creased cheeks, and slack jaw, being the same kind of creature, a comrade, a cold-blooded killer, unscathed by Conscience, merciless, “drinking to victory” over the slain, “May their Spirits rot in Hel” “They were equal in Life, now they are equal in Death” “They can go serve their God in person” “They asked for little, now they have nothing” to go with their “nobody” who likewise goes to his grave, having “no choice” in the matter because he rejects Free-Will; as it were, thus being “freed” of Delusion, the Serpent’s Frame of Mind called “Temperance”, the False Logic that supplants Virtue with Systematic Lies that Propaganda calls Human Nature, the “Destiny” of Humanity that disguises Doom so the Serpent’s voice makes Doom seem logical, thus “rising” in the Hierarchy is called “Progress”, becoming a “chief” by acquiring many Advantages called “betterments” and “amendments”, devices that “dress you for success”, “embroidering Life”; so the Serpent “elevates” you in proportion to how far you make Virtue “fall”; such is one’s “trial” to see what you “bring to the table” of Devolution, what “spin” you add to the “Spinning-Top” of Doomed Delusion, what you contribute to the “Great Work” of Human Progress as Odinn’s “chess-pieces”, his Human Sacrifice whereby each “piece” has a “part” to play in the Game, such that the “elite” are one Extreme, of Aggression and Indulgence, and the Common People are the Other Extreme of Deprivation and Suffering, yet both are Doomed by the Delusion of Progress, the “Great Snowstorm” perpetrated by Propaganda, whereby both “Extremes” believe that “Change is Good” and “More is Better”; so Vanity and Greed “have no bounds” though one Extreme is the Hammer and the other is the Anvil, the message is the same, “Life is the Pressure of Extremity”, the “fever” and the “swelling” of Odinn’s “disease”, his Agenda of Doom, fostering Extremity as the “sickness” that the Cosmos will “die from”; whereby the Perfection of Fate, the “Safe Haven” of the Cosmos that secures and assures Continuity, “cries out” as the “sleep” that supports the “dream” is “shocked awake” by a sudden “nightmare”, a “flaw” in Perfection that “sucks the blood” out of Reality, making it Odinn’s “dead prey”; such is Doomsday, Odinn’s “Lion-roar” of Success as the Universe fades away like a brook that dries-up in the summer, for Odinn has ransacked and plundered it into Oblivion to be “redrawn” and “painted over” as Chaos Reborn, and being “eager” to claim Eternity now that Logic has failed to “prove” that Chaos is “unworthy” of Endlessness; thus, the ribald savagery of Chaos is “Supreme”, the Serpent is clad in Red Robes, as it were, the Blood of the Dead Cosmos; for now Chaos is victorious over Wisdom and Lore, thus being the new “flagpole” for Eternity so henceforth the “apprehension” of Chaos will be “unending” as an Eternal fluttering, wavering, Doubt, the opposite of God’s Resolution, being instead a Winter Snowstorm mocking the White Light of Truth, and its scattered drifting forever mocking the Purposeful Journey of the White Horse of Spirituality whose long tail is now tossed and switched Anxiety, that is like a cesspool of white bird-droppings constantly drawn, pulled, and stretched, mocking the Vortex of Souls, and its divisiveness and strife mock that Loving Justice that God intended Eternity to be, and its wind-blown fury mocks the Breath of Inspiration that ushers Peace of Mind, and its streaming cesspool is ice-cold, a “bitter water” that toasts the “victory” of Chaos, mocking the Water of Truth that fills Souls with Purpose and Meaning, whereas Chaos has no Bridle and no Reins, so Truth’s “ennobling” of Soul with a Mission is mocked as the random hurt and harm of Chaos, a constant contesting and quarreling, squirming like a Serpent, its twists and turns like a tortuous path akin to the Propaganda and Delusion that engendered it, the “long-winded” Lies, the “snow” of Deception, the Serpent’s hissing voice like wintry gusts that mutter and murmur their sudden urgings than slacken and slink away, always mocking Lore with shadowy schemes and devices, the “apparatus” of Doom that prepares for and arranges Doomsday like a “leak” in the “roof”, the dripping droplets eventually fill a “bucket” that then must be “emptied out”; thus Evil’s tricks, deceits, and frauds work to subjugate the Cosmos, yoking the Plough-Ox of Fate and dragging him Below the Serpent’s “crossbeam” of Delusion into Devolution’s Pit where “watertight” Fate is tested and tormented to “shake loose” from its Perfection a Fatal Error, a division, a discharge, a single “drop” of Everything that is not “foretold and ordained” by Fate, thus being a threatening menace to the “streak” of Continuity that must remain inviolate to be “justified”, like the perfectly recorded “testimony” in a courtroom is a “binding transcription”, and just as a “bride-sum” belongs solely to the bride, so is Continuity “untouchable” by any “intervention”, being like a Virgin Maiden who is considered to be “intact”, or like the “lone standing stone” that is from a “good-family-circle” of stones but is especially “sacred” and indicative of Faith, loyalty, grace, and wholesome Virtue, not befallen by Temptation, but “standing tall” like a Quester at Dawn’s Prominence whose Inner-Journey of Spirit withstood Odinn’s assaults; just so, the True Virgin, as inviolate and secure Continuity, daily withstands the ordeals of Evil who lusts to “celebrate” her “fall from grace” with a “festival” called Doomsday, the “twilight” of Chaos’ Eternal Spiritual Darkness that is a Night that never Dawns, akin to the evening hour 6 PM, when Soul embarks Below, questing for a Morning of Light, 6 AM, when Odinn’s persecutions are over and his Night of Devolution is “washed away”; except at Doomsday, when Evil’s Fraud yields a “treacherous poison” that violates the Virgin, so the Cosmic Eagle is “shot down” by a “traitor to Fate”; thus, Fate’s “Recitation” of Idea’s “Poem” is cut short as Consciousness dims and dies; in this case it is not Night that yields to Gentle Dawn, but Mind yielding to the dread and fear of unending Chaos, like a Tree bent by the winds of a fast-approaching storm, for the Serpent’s Auger has made a “hole” in the “dike” of the Virgin, so a Flood is forthcoming; in the name of Evil, a Fatal Error has been “engendered” to be born on Doomsday as the Second Coming of Chaos, while the Mother loses Consciousness and passes away; so Duality’s Rope is untwined, for the Queen is Dead, the Bounty of Beri is dispersed like a court partitioning an inheritance, in this case, the Matter of Reality, Bera’s Fur, is remitted to Chaos, like a plundered “bearskin rug” that is relocated to a Thief’s Den where the ignorant robber never cleans or combs it so it becomes a dirty, tangled, mess, the Chaos that Odinn “rules” as the Serpent King, “renowned” as the Father of Doomsday who stripped the Virgin naked and raped her, like a mountaineer thrusting his iron-spiked staff into the hillside, or like drumming on a hollow log; Rape is violent and primitive, Evil in action, a bitter abuse of “Male Extremity”, of “Might is Right”, taking a girl’s virginity like a ransacker, leaving an empty house, burnt fields, impoverishment, and sorrow, like the devastation from a volcanic eruption, with fire, lava, earthquakes, and panic, as though standing at the Edge of Hel, looking down, and seeing the Serpent stare back; he asks you if you are “thirsty”, would you like a cup of water, not “bitter”, but sweet, from “melted snow”, come sit here on the “hearth” and drink up, there is plenty more where that came from, go ahead, try some, it will not hurt you or cost you anything, it is easily had, when you “get to the bottom” your cup will be refilled, and after you are “refreshed”, come sit at the table, enjoy the “feast” and bring your “cup”, it “belongs” to you now, there is another drink served with the “meal”, a tempting “ale”, but just drink a little, it is so good you might not “know when to stop” and so risk losing your Virtue; if you “prefer” I will “advise” you when you have “had enough”, for you do not want to become “overexcited” and have to lie down in the bedroom to “rest”, or here on the daybed, just get comfortable, loosen your clothing, here, I will “help you” to “free yourself” from their confines, so binding, so restrictive; just take them all off, “be yourself”, who you “really are”, listen to the “voice in your head” telling you to “let yourself go”, to “walk on the wild side”, “dance with the Serpent”, you will be “happy” you did; you were just being “sociable”, besides, “the Devil made you do it”, like a knight on his horse he “swept you off your feet”, saving the “damsel in distress”, so you were simply returning the “favor”, like taking turns being the leader on a hike, or “speaking when spoken to” so as not to seem rebellious, but lenient and amenable, presenting your best appearance, chatting gaily as befits a young girl, but careful to defer to the “great man’s advice”, to “gain from his experience”, like an inlet admiring a bay, or a cart-path admiring a carriage-road, or a fall of ashes admiring the volcanic eruption, or a young mare admiring a spirited stallion, or a “patient”, being brave, because she admires the man bandaging her wound, a bite by a Serpent that made her feel faint, unnerved, and delirious, like a leaf in the wind, or floating downstream, or like an Eagle’s trembling feathers as it suddenly falls; but then her “savior” just so “happened” to be walking nearby and kindly offered to help, to carry her to safety and bring her some water to drink, or perhaps “something stronger” to “settle” her nerves and “raise her spirits”, but do not gulp it, just sip, like an elegant lady or a virtuous girl, you will see, all your fears will soon fade away, you will feel very relaxed, just lie back here on the daybed, get comfortable; such is the Serpent’s Seduction, to slowly but surely separate a girl from her Virtue, all while disguised as a helper, a guide to the “downcast” and “troubled”, leading them on a Path to Ruin, using all of his “weapons” against a defenseless girl who did not see the “snake in the grass” until it was too late, for he was intent on harming the guileless girl, determined to “pull the wool over her eyes”, to conceal her Doom by “spinning a yarn” about helping her on a Road to Recovery by “dressing” her wound with a serpentine bandage and “swearing” that she will soon be “all better”, “full of Life again”, “dressed for Success”, so instead of wearing bandages, wearing a new “hooded-cloak” called Ego, whose allegiance is to Delusion, the “hood” that channels one’s gaze onto Vanity and Greed, Odinn’s Endless Serpent of Desire dressed up as Temptation and Propaganda, the Serpent’s Forked Tongue that “strengthens” one’s craving for Fame and Fortune, robbing you of your Soul and making you the same Vain Ego as everyone else, like food that is “dressed” for the “feast’s” table and kept in the pantry called Hel, being the “meals” of Doomed Life, like the steers that are roasted at outdoor festivals, thus being “useful” to Odinn’s Agenda; like the Danes who “sold out” to his “rewards”, seeing the Advantage of “walking in his footsteps”, catching what was tossed to them, like dogs with bones, “seizing the opportunities” that the Serpent presented to “make a name for themselves”, like a famous painter, or a noted poet, who “transport you” to “another world” that is familiar but different, like the imaginings of an “apprehensive mind”, such as a captive robber before his sentencing, or when a door is ajar, that should be closed, or like a flagpole on a windy day that bends and could “snap at any time”, like a “house of cards” is precarious, or a fat woman in tight clothes that could easily “burst at the seams”, or a wall of ancient ruins that seem likely to topple at the slightest earthquake and surely crush the caretaker, like an overburdened horse that is felled by a heavy load, carrying Silver, “reward money” for Danish Dogs, men of “breeding” and “training” who do Odinn’s dirty-work, oppressing the People, binding them, like corpses sewn up in shrouds, or a bundled stack of cowhides; such is the “moderation” called Temperance that soothes, calms and settles People into an “accepted arrangement” that disguises a clever trap, like snaring “pigeons”, or waders at the beach being swamped by a sudden wave, like fledglings attacked by a “marten”, akin to a village overrun by a marauding army that slaughters People, like fowlers decimating a flock of doves, and with the parents dead, the babies also soon die, a heartbreaking sight of little, shriveled, lifeless bodies, you cover your eyes for sorrow and cannot shake the image from your mind; you carry a handkerchief always, to dry the many sudden tears, but even that reminds you of their tattered, soiled, swaddling, and thinking that they should be alive and contented in soft, cushioned cribs, untroubled and undisturbed, comfortable and secure in spotless white sleeping gowns, their little heads on pillows, and the parents nearby to prattle and coo with them , rocking, then singing them to sleep; yet this image goes awry and crooked, for it is wrong, not “facing the facts” that their slumber is Death, unjust, unfair, barbarous, monstrous, and horrible, caused by Odinn’s Warriors, the “guilty party of raiders” who ravage the land and the People, making it as desolate as Hel, having the same sense of Doom, Destruction, and Death, being equally dismal, Spiritually tormented, converted into a Wasteland despoiled by mercenary Ambitions, so the Silver Age is a hollow echo of the Golden Age of Atlantis, a “dwarf” compared to a “giant”, a time of Dirty-Work, the twisting, wringing, squeezing by the Serpent that dwindles Spirit so Virtue subsides and then dies as the “Mighty Authorities” level the Earth, making it into a dark, dank, “manured field”; thus opposite to the wise women, the Daughters of Dis who are “white” in appearance as well as in Spirit, being pale from living “underground”, like Icelandic that holds Truth in a hidden “basement” where its Lore and Virtue are maintained by the Faithful, such that the Purpose and Meaning of the Journey are secured, kept free of Devolution’s “rule” so the Faithful are not Egos, but Souls who live the teachings of Atlantean Lore, doing the “work” of supporting Continuity with Harmony, thereby serving God’s Mission of Eternity and withstanding Persecution and endangerments as a test and trial of their Worthiness, for Darkness follows Light, Spiritually as well as daily; such is the Cosmic Contest, Good and Evil, like two “teams” in a sporting-match, or two Paths in the same Forest, the Eagle’s Wood, Reality, that Evil also “claims” as his “arena”, intent on making it a “cairn”, literally “burying the competition”; however, the match is not “even”, for Evil is Deluded, though Doomed to Fail, Evil persists with “conviction” for he is Fated to “Test Reality”, his part must be “played out”; so Odinn is a “reminder” that Eternity is “earned” by a “proving of Worthiness”, such is the “work” of Continuity until that Fateful Day when Reality “gives way” to Eternity and the Cosmic Game is “over”; but meanwhile, Life is a “Week of Days”, continually supporting Continuity with Harmony so it remains “Evident” that Continuity is the One True Path to Eternity, being the “Church’s” Bell of Joy whose resounding Positivity echoes through the countryside and the Cosmos; like Sylgja, Inspiring Life to embrace Light, for Light is the Cosmic Pathway of Continuity, the mode and manner of transiting Time unto the Other-side where Eternity “awaits”; therefore, Good and Evil are not “equals”, nor does Good “compete”, because, as it were, Good has “already won” as Idea, such that Reality is a “formality”, from its “boom” to its “gush” to its “streaming” Reality is Fated and Ordained; and Fate is Mighty, “superhuman” and inviolate, like Angelic Virtue; so the Serpent’s “din”, his “clattering of hooves” on the Cosmic Way is “noisy” but “essentially harmless”, for Evil’s “conviction” is Doomed by Fate’s Logic that calls Evil “wanting”, lacking Worthiness of Eternity, the “warmth” of Goodness that Sylgja proffers, Inspiring Life to embrace Virtue as the “door-frame” of Harmony, like “ribs” that “frame” one’s heart and lungs, akin to the Door of Perception that opens onto Higher Consciousness, such that Virtue and Inspiration both serve Truth, the “door-post” they have in common as “uprightness” of Spirit and Mind, enabling one to “rise up” to Dawn where Dis awaits to increase your bliss by revealing Mankind’s Legacy and Lore, the Bloom of the Earth that is the “birthright” of all worthy Atlanteans; the “trusted story” now told by Truth, with no “exaggeration” and no “aggravation” from Lies and illogic; how Mankind’s Paternity is equal weights of Atlantean and Serpent “input”, like a painting made by two painters, such that the Serpent’s Primitive Man was gruff and fierce, akin to wild beasts, but Atlanteans relocated many to Ytria, an arranged-space with dwellings, pit-like abodes akin to their caves, thereby protecting their somewhat vulnerable flesh from the jaws of predators and from the many lightning-strikes of that time; next, they altered Mankind’s voice capability, then exposed their skin, then, changed their eating habits from hunting and fishing, to plants, then, changed their teeth and bite to become chewers of plant-foods; then, they advised Mankind about Civilization, the means of growing food and how to plan ahead and work together, being of one consent yet recognizing the Atlanteans’ better command of Life’s conditions, so following their guidance concerning marriage with Atlanteans and electing a body of councilors; also adopting a calendar of days, and weights and measures, as well as learning about construction methods and bloodlines, and the Crown of Heaven with its Twelve Jewels, and about the Life of the Soul, its Purpose and Meaning, such that Mankind might become more “Atlantean”, having a kindred cultural heritage, and the same focus on Spirituality, so one day Earth might advance in Worthiness unto acceptance into Dagan, the League of Redeemed Planets whose “singing” is heard throughout the Cosmos, and whose Missionary Work is tireless, sowing and reaping Worthiness, the “Spiritual Gold” that they seed and harvest, the Treasure of Truth, the highest “Value”, the Logic of Faithfulness, a trusting in Fate; akin to a dog’s trusting companionship, side by side, trekking through Day and Night, Exalting Life and Glorifying God, being on a Quest, a searching and exploring to find what is “recognized” as Truth; such that Consciousness is a “likeness” of Idea, and harkens to its Source, like a “calf” nursing from its Mother whose milk is Truth; akin to the way Life is “bargained” to Fate and so partakes of Fate’s Perfection, its “superhuman” Validity that transcends Duality, the “Wool” that “seems” to clothe Reality in the uniforms of two teams who play a Game as Opposing Sides that are “related” as “opposites”, like two arms or legs that “work together” to enable many “skills”, demonstrating a worthy Harmony; but an Atlantean’s “inspired voice” transcends this “duet” by looking more than “skin-deep” until the Truth is found in a “nook” in a “corner” on the “prow” of Below where Dis reveals that the “skin” of Ego is Delusion, because Odinn bases it on Duality, which also only “seems” to be Real, so both are “dishonest”; whereas the Fire of Virtue burns True as the Fruition of Harmony, so Oneness is “recognized” as the Message of Enlightenment, thus Thought and Meaning are One, Intention and Purpose are One; Atlantis is the Plan, and the Design is Redemption, the “Pulley” that brings Dusk to Dawn, like the “visitors” half-inning of a continuous baseball game, so Redemption “runs the base-paths” of Time, ever proffering the True Way of Light, Goodness as the Positivity of Harmony, and Virtue as the “mirror” of Goodness, the “likeness” that helps you “remember” when Consciousness and Idea were One, the Mind as Austr, the “East” of Auga, the Rising Sun, Dawn of Creation, bringing the “Chalice” into the Light so God’s Story can be told as the “Main Street” of Reality; such that this Cosmos is the One True Everything, God’s Worthiness as the steady passage of the Vessel, Reality “on parade” unto Eternity, the Last-Juncture of the Holy Trinity, the Last Changeover, the Last Transition, the “girding” of Reality, the End of the Story, the Home, of Purpose the Destination, of the Journey the Harbor, of Souls, where Virtue thrives as Proximity to God’s Inviting Light, the Judgment that “appoints” Souls an “assigned” nearness, a “verdict” assessing what is meet, proper, and deserving, with “impoverished” Souls being distanced, and worthy Souls being nearer to God; such is the Last Act, for henceforth Eternity is “forever” affixed, the Holy Spirit of Creation is fulfilled, the “Proof” that God is God, is deemed Perfect, and Judgment itself “ends”, for the Story is Told, leaving “nothing more to say”, the Seat of Judgment is now Eternal Thanksgiving, Gratitude as True Love, an “appreciation” of the Success that Eternity “represents”; so Love is “Ever-Charitable”, knowing that “everything” played a part in “Everything”, a Validity called Mercy that “falls like dew” whereby all Souls are “anointed” by Love, though Judgment stays “fixed” as Soul’s “hue”, its Degree of Light that “reflects” its Proximity to the Source of Eternity’s Vortex, akin to First Light of Dawn; such that you put on your walking-shoes and go outside, following a trail in the dew towards a Prominence where you stand tall as a “Vigil” of Sunrise, a Vanguard, an Exemplar who came “Full-Circle” and was Enlightened, forsaking the “colorful” lures of Devolution and “befriending” Fate, therefore withstanding “Seeing Red” because of the taunts and provocations of Propaganda, and too the “Gilded-Gold” Temptations of the Serpent and Odinn’s “Silver Night” of thick-fog, Delusion and the “Muddy-Brown” serpentine coils of Doom, and the “Black Horse” of Midnight and the “Green Man” of Ego and the “Graybeards” of Hierarchy and the “Chestnut Furs” of Vanity are all rejected as the “colors” of the Team-Uniform of Devolution, reflecting the “complexions” of the Serpent that are like “greener grass” used to lure Questers so they go awry, taking the twisted path of Evil, becoming Warriors who shed the Red Blood of the Faithful removing their hearts, and rending the clean clothes of virgin daughters, thus killing the White Horse of Spirituality.
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