Monstrous Tribe

Monstrous Tribe An Essay In Reverse Prophecy By Bill Gallagher August 2007

Abrading the fabric of time itself
Swirls ride by while glittering fast
A ruby mist of light and blood
Are tight depressions globinkrash
Sugar fires
Tight and brash

Pulse the jumping pattern waves
Reverberation without peer
The future may be far away
But the past is always near
thats weird
The past is always near

Vibrations shatter - time becomes...
Planets fly into the night
Matter scattered, light the sum
And the end becomes the flight
And fight.

Numis can be Luminous
And can be Darkness too --
As One --
Thud and murmur - rap rap rap
Repetitious Stance Circum.

Id Entity births itself,
One of higher order here -
Numis is its language
Light as anti-fear

frenetic eclectic
kinetic barbaric

And one thing becomes clear

Something monstrous
lives through us, and everything we do
Its part of us that you can trust
To do what it MUST do.
Lets say the Super Rude...
Too True...

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On the way to the beach with his mama, the boy spied an area of land which had once been the site of a building, though the building was long gone now. The boys name was Jovian Maximi, JoJo, and he was not quite four years old. He always came with his mama on walks to the beach, which was what their little Mediterranean coastal village was built upon, actually. A beach.

Where the old building had once stood, the dirt was darker and it was just an empty spot in a row of other buildings, themselves hodgepodge in style and age, but at least showing unified fronts to the roadway. The boy saw something shiny a few steps into the empty lot and ran to pick it up, before his Mama even saw him do it. He stood agog staring astonished at a large and nicely heavy silver coin, all ornate and detailed to his little eyes, impressing him, the likes of which he had only seen papa with a few times. He ran squealing to his Mama, clutching the coin.

This high pitched squeal of surprise drew a concerned look from his mother as she turned, but when she saw what her young one came running up with, she also got a very surprised look, mixed with another look that the boy had never seen before, and could not interpret very well at the time, though he would remember later in his life and some things would make sense, for that was the way his Mama looked when she feared something.

Neither knew, and only the boy would ever know, one day in the future, that the coin was a denarius of Elagabalus, Roman Boy-King Heretic who lived like a lucifer-match held upside down, burning quickly, dropped and flaring, then out. Elagabalus had died centuries before the boy had picked up the coin, 2 centuries in fact, almost exactly, but this information would not manifest for quite some time either.

"Oh Jo," his Mama beamed, hugging him close and kissing his cheek, "Wait until we show Papa! I will hold the coin until we get home," she said, standing and pocketing it deftly, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk again, but with a brisker step, as if she was somehow energized by the happening.

A darkness passed over the boys features as this transpired, fleeting and unawares, and he could not understand his feelings, they seemed like the feelings of something from without. Not really his feelings.

Time carried him onward. His Papa was indeed happy of the circumstance, and told him it was magic, and to never lose that coin, because it would grow into many more coins, and even better coins....magic.

Jovian always remembered this happening vividly, and he surprised himself later in his life, often recalling in great detail that first coin, and how it affected his life.

He never knew that his coin had been just one of an entire jar of coins which was buried at that spot long long ago. The jar had broken while buried under the building, and when the removal of the buildings wreckage happened, one coin was inadvertently moved closer to the surface. Rain and other erosion eventually exposed it for little JoJo to see on that fateful day.

Nor did Jovian know that coin hoards in general were already common place this far along in mankinds recorded history, and would just become moreso. The reason that the Elagabalus silver coin had been such a find during his youth, was because coinage, circulating coinage, had become scarce. Again. Always more scarce. The people were forever unaware of the steadily amassing uncirculated coinages. For the vast majority of history.

No one of the time when Jovian was alive had the means to figure out why coinage disappeared though. They were very wrapped up in their personal dramas back then, from king to beggar boy and back, so it would be many more centuries before any sense could be made of mankinds higgledy-piggledy tragedy/comedy yankity/crankity embarrassment extraordinaire. History up to about 1920 or so. Some say 1950 or so.

Always erupting as warfare, commodities, and coinage, it was very much like a kaleidoscope which is colorful and interesting, until one gets to know the patterns, to then become uninteresting, tiresome, abandoned...an ideological cashiers tape.

Unfortunately abandonment has been undertaken thus far through simple death of the believers here on Earth, versus any conscious attempt at betterment...the overall viewing screen is very short, as far as human beings are concerned, and this creates tunnel visions, piggy-heads, boasting alphas, comic blasphemy, profound profanities, heart wrenching stupidities, and much much more...and to make it worse it is simply historic record.

This can be said: for most of mankinds recorded history, men have been without money, and until very recent times, the periods of money generally coincided with precious metals discoveries.

For a time after new metal was discovered somewhere, the hub and bubble of commerce would grow, crescendo, denouement, end. The overall lengths of these performances depended on the actual size of the metal strike -- how much currency could be made, and where one was situated in relation to. Then, the money always just...went away.

Over and over and over.

As already stated, no one could understand why this was, yet, and no one would know for 15 more centuries, and then some.

Jovian did know one thing though, before the monster ate him. His papa had been right. The coin he had found HAD grown and grown and grown, seemingly of its own volition. Just like magic.

In fact, one day the Elagabalus coin would become part of yet another undiscovered hoard, one among many many thousands of hoards. Millions. All riding time and the dirt and human consciousness into the future. Supernummus. Like seeds.

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The Elagabalus coin had been simply the re-beginning of an actual flowing which was almost electric in its qualities, just slower; a flux, a re-hoarding, an aspect of the 2 entitys JoJo and Nummus...the hoard would be discovered and become famous among numismatists of the world, but not for the worn and oddly incongruous denar of Elagabalus it contained, but because of the quality of the other coinage it contained, and because there was a record of ownership deposited with the cache.

The Jovianus hoard would also be known as a collectors hoard; it was discovered in an urn at the corner of a building foundation many many centuries after it was buried, by a person with a metal detecting device. It was presumed buried by its owner, and that is what happened, though between the Elagabalus coin, and the death of the collector Jovianus, there existed almost 80 years. A lifelong collection, that was buried in the year 511 AD, and not unearthed until 1985 AD.

The rediscovery of this hoard, the Jovianus Hoard, happened just as mankind was finally facing itself for the first time ever, though it is making a very bad show of it. Terrible.

Intellectually speaking, everyone is reeling about, trying to do the daily thing, while remembering all the while what a bunch of schleps and losers mankind has always been, and still is. Yes, our society on Earth continues in a state of denial and arrogance, especially because the powers which have been leading the human race have now been inalterably revealed as priests representing beezlebubs church & freakshow of the Ridiculous, Foolish, and Bestial.

All the years of all the centuries that money has been around, are for the most part a colossal joke, it is being learned. The loss of coinage, the thing that drove royalty mad all those years: like a broken piece of sonic automata: wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah wah-wah thehoarders theforeignors theTHIEVES....Oh GOD the bitching never stopped, blame was laid everywhere, but none knew the truth. None even came close to knowing the truth.

So the money just always disappeared, and it befell the royalty to replenish that supply, because money creates a dependence, albeit all out of proportion to its serviceability. Nobilities ability to replenish currency, by hook or by crook, dictated what type of leader they were, and how they actually prospered. If there ever was such a thing as prosperity for people. The leaders have always been criminals and dunder-headed toads, hardly ever rising above the level of earthworm in their brains and habits. So blatant its hilarious.

The strife and disease and sickness and hate, ad nauseum, all down through the time of man, many times just means there was never enough money. To men, money is nothing so much as a bizarre entanglement of mind with its counting devices, which are more, oh so much more than just counting devices...but again not all that, because they are Never Lasting.

Here is all you really need to know: the monster feeds continually while even the slightest influence of its glamor sparkles, or has that potential.

Repeat after me: the monster eats people.

And this right here is also true about the money of earth people - in common across the entirety of humankinds history - its truest currency forever:

Never Enough.

And always becoming less!

A mocking CURSE, thats what money is to the intellectually depraved saps here, money is nothing so much as a self-inflicted curse, on mankind, by mankind, and whipped into a froth by the self-inflicted religions of mankind who profit on the resulting and inevitable injuries to mankind.

So far, and for all involved, money has always been a losing proposition. And that too just gets worse and worse.

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Knowing what we know now, certainly we can do better.

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What began as large solid discs of bronze and silver and gold, soon became thin and easily bent wafers which a strong wind could blow away!

So the older coins actually fared better across the eon in the dirt, while the later but less-well-made coins would sometimes deteriorate in short time, depending on the environment of cache and the metallic make-up. Some of the later coins would not withstand being immersed for long, or in places where acidic runoff occurred naturally. In fact, wherever was water, the coins did not stand their age as well as in places where water was scarce. Like in a desert environment.

One exception: for the most part, even among the centuries and water, good gold is practically indelible, except that the more pure it is, the more easily it loses its definition, its form.

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Somewhere around early Islam, but coincident to the last third of the Byzantine era as well, a lot of people started riding in from the steppes of Asia on their horses. Tribes people which the Khans led for generations, the hordes. Golden, Blue, White. Hordes. They left huge amounts of coinage and castings and brass in the dirt, which, historically speaking, appears to be commonplace among horse people, this loss of numismatia. Casual loss accrues in amounts which appear unbelievable to anyone who has not had first hand experience.

This type of thing may explain holed coins of the orient, and it definitely explains holed coins in say, Americas Civil War, where the few knowing people attempted to mechanically secure their money through battles by sewing it inside clothing, no mean feat, and never any guarantees.

So the casual loss by those oriental horse riders of the Royal Khans, amounts to what are called Casually Lost Hoards. Casually lost hoards occur wherever people have met together in groups, for any length of time. The longer time a spot has been used as a meeting place the larger will be the casually lost hoard there.

In the case of our oriental horse riders, these could also be called Horde Hoards.

Nummus makes a funny.

How interesting.

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Casually Lost Hoards are everywhere.

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The Dark Ages happened because money just ran out. The Templar Knights invented scrip(t) in the 12th and 13th centuries, but it was not to catch on in any great way for quite some time. Usually a tool of the rich, script was a guarantee of payment at various far-flung venues, a way to exempt the traveler the necessity of carrying gold.

The 15th century exploratory excursions across the ocean by the Spanish and Portuguese were high hopes based on legends and fortune-telling. The dark ages did not really end until Spain found all that wonderful silver and gold in South America, which lasted quite some time, even unto this day. Just the amount of treasure that was lost on its way back to Spain gives an idea of the metallic influx we are talking about starting in the 1500's, and running through the 1800's and beyond.

Its possible and perhaps probable that this huge cache of easy money jump-started the industrial revolution, alongwith Chinese opium money from Britain, and supported of course by all who are the sacrifices to the monster, from the dirt they come, and to the dirt they go, sometimes of very short duration, and always fast. Their water is all that lasts in form, and it belongs to the planet.

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The human race has never been able to perceive its riders, either; the powers born of humanity, literally dependent on humanity for their existences, but outside of the physical cosm. This is because, primarily, mankind has always been unable to perceive its own damn self in any realistic or truly meaningful way. Always full of fables and myths, the high-monkey-shines of Mount Olympus, and all that, have permeated human history with misleading tales and outright lies. Its just the way people are.

So Far.

It is the way people have been.

Precious few people understand that their minds and thoughts and prayers and shared actions all create ritually-born entities and other bona fide life forms, however transient or not. Mankind calls things like these ghosts, sprites, little people, and much much more...angels...attempting to explain exceptionally strong manifestations of the rider occurrences that break out into the open light.

Mankind could never yet begin to label their counting devices, their little discs of metal and scraps of paper, their plastic cards, an Entity? Sheesh, yeah right...

Fact: Money is not just an entity but a time spanning energy-entity which exists across many levels simultaneously, tied right into mankind, into its blood almost, via the literal physical symbols of currency, whatever they may be, for however long they last. Once money becomes...once it gives birth to itself, it is then much much more than the total of its parts; it is alive and it grows fast. It is voracious. And you already know what it eats.

It never stops.

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Enthusiasts of Numismatics can sense the order which is the entity Nummus, or at least bear witness to some of its finite sleight of hand. A collector may have a coin that he believes is almost unique in its rarity, having never seen another for decades of collecting, then the coin is sold or traded, and within a few days comes a box of random uncleaned coinage, with not only a second example of that supposed unique coin, but a Better example of the coin, though just as singular, no others after that....

Or a jeweler with a metal detector will conceive a finger-ring, shaped like a conch shell, and begin to model the shell ring in wax, as preparation for casting, only to go out two days later and find the exact same ring he has been working on, already finished and in greater detail, with his metal detector, in the dirt...

Many collectors of other things will be able to relate to odd circumstances like this, which is really what makes collecting fun. Numismatics goes far beyond just coin collecting, and should equally encompass all durable artifacts of diminutive sizes, spearpoints and such, which were indeed a very sincere form of money in the day. Buttons, jewelry, other projectiles, marbles, specialty parts and tools, all are the accoutre of man, and mans wars, in case the other zillion or so representations are not good enough to get the point across.

There is power in redundancy, we may suppose.

And people do lose things badly.

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Lucifer Calaritanus was bishop of Cagliari around the time of Constantius II, son of Constantine the Great.

Constantine the Great had been the DEITY within the Cult of Sol Invictus, Romes main religion, and he also had interests within #2 Religion of his empire which was Mithraism. His mother was a devout Christian, and Constantine was the one responsible for the rewriting all the biblical texts, and he was also the one who literally legalized Christianity.

His 3 Sons, Constantius II, Constantine II, and Constans, further kick started the Christian empire of Rome.

Many of the holy arguments of that time revolved around the actual divinity of Christ, Yeshva ben Miriam, Joshua of the Essenes. Could Christ do magic? And if so, was he truly God?

Lucifer Calaritanus, who became St. Lucifer, argued so violently for Christ being able to do real magic, that he, Lucifer, was banned from the conference of Milan by his confederates, which included the Emperor Constantius II!

Banished to the palace, Lucifer, the Bishop of Cagliari, then proceeded to argue so forcefully with the Emperor himself, that he was banished from the empire altogether, and stayed on the run for the rest of his life.

Later, the Monks of St. Lucifer were a small and unknown order who searched the world for archaeological treasures. The treasure was sold actively, as means to keeping the monastery a working one, and every monk always carried a pocket or purse full of ancient bronzes, so old they appeared painted green, or dark brown. Pocket wear would sometimes break this shell loose and a fine coin could then be sold to a collector, to help finance the monastery.

Jovianus Maximi patronized this source of specimen coinage during his collecting days, which is to say during his life, when he could afford it, and when they had something that interested him. The Monastery was not far from him in its earliest days, and he enjoyed visiting with the scholars when he could.

The order of St. Lucifer itself gained quite a lot of favor with the Vatican in Rome during its years of operation, and when disbanded in the mid 8th century, there were positions in Rome for all the monks. No one knows any details of this order, to this day.

Another way the monks would attempt to remove the paint like corrosion on the outside of some coins or other bronze artifacts, was to scratch the coating off, oh-so tediously, with a pin, and today this type of treatment is called pinning, and its evidence can still be found in certain sub-hoards and coin-groups that derive from monastery/religious/museum sources.

If the monks had taken two metallic rods, and stuck them in a lemon, then wired a coin to one of the rods, while immersing both ends coming out of the lemon in a salt water solution, a current would have flowed out of the lemon, through the coin, and into solution...a like reaction would take place from the other rod as well. As the molecules leave the face of the coin as part of this low-grade electrochemical reaction, all dirt adhering to the outer layer just drops right off.

This electrolysis process has been easily obtainable for ages, though it was not used to clean coinage of ancient origin except in the last twenty years, most of that in the last ten. It is 2007 now. A lot of this has to do with the fact that all the coinages that were lost, either casually, or intentionally hidden over time, have remained where they were put, until the metal detectors arrived, and those too only became user friendly in the last 20 years, mostly the last ten.

Embarrassing Revelations.

Sounds like the name of a Louisiana rock band on Myspace.

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The thing about people...the problem overall...is that we are broken. We do not last long enough to really set anything down, or at least thats the way its been, until computers. Computers gave us huge memory extensions, super fast math skills without fail, and we can also write letterz an' shit, yo.

As many letters as you want, to be delivered within 10 seconds after you push the send button, not ten days grungy at the post office.

The internet and the computer are revolutionary in their effects on humanity, in spite of the established order doing everything possible, and then some, to protect what it believes it owns. The funniest, the most hilariously serendipitous and synchronous part about all that issssss:

A lot of the stuff these greedy dweebs spend billions to protect, becomes essentially worthless by virtue of being a function of an obsolete paradigm....not only are things done differently, over time, they are done really differently on occasion, so different as to make an entire industry go belly up fast. This is the lie of competition, versus the truth of cooperation. To them whose god is conflict, standardization and synergy are irksome onuses to be avoided at all costs. All Costs.

Think about mechanical typewriters; even the state of the art electrics like IBM (Whose motors are worth about 90$ each, and some of them have two motors) -- every single one of those machines became unusable dinosaurs almost overnight back in the early 90's or even a little earlier. And did this ignite cooperation and standardization? To the contrary, it caused even greater fluctuations and retardations to occur, for many decades thereafter.

Go figger.

The biggest problem today is both flux of ideas, and the lack thereof, an inadmirable position most assuredly. And of course there is the same old same old, that all pervasive and never failing, LACK OF MONEY; even though the debased plasm which the money mongers are, let us say, the blood sucking parasites who prey on human suffering and disease, now print as much money as they want, on worthless paper. Perfect. Except to keep this worthless paper worth something, great efforts are taken to create all kinds of shortages and needs, mostly having to do with health or the lack of it, and the demons of paper also use all kinds of mind control up to and including mass electronic mind control, which is very easy to see, because of the chemicals being sprayed daily in the sky, and because the antennae associated with that technology are everywhere.

Monstrous? Yes. Very.

And especially considering that the crucifix evolved from a picture of an antenna which the Romans found early in their civilization, leftover from the last time all this was tried, when the leaders were hung on the antenna as a lesson to history. A lesson, like so many others, that did not possess the longevity necessary to keep mankind from falling on its behind yet again.

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An afternoon in June. Egypt, 1040 AD.

Immaculatus Pieter Bocephus Phrankoti -- Cavalier of Byzantium and royal cousin of Alexius I Comnenus, watched helpless and dumbfounded as his riding companion and fellow explorer, The Captain, ran himself and his horse straight over the edge of the ziggarat, or whatever this befouled structure was.

The Captains horse peddled air a couple of times, then shrieked and shat, right before beginning the 500 feet long tumble down the steep and rocky slope, which of course killed both itself and The Captain. Latus was a good bit behind The Captain, and had no trouble rearing his mount in, as it had heard the death scream of the other horse, loud and clear. Teeth bared, wet nostrils flaring, its eyes rolled in dread as it watched the situation transpire.

Within the tumult, The Captain became separated from his horse almost immediately, and The Captain then became separated from his personal anima - his ghost flew the coop - within a matter of seconds too. The body bounced an incredible distance and it was overtly apparent to any witness (Just Immaculatus this time) that the body was now simply a carcass, no longer host to the overmind. The Captain uttered nary a sound throughout this short but horrific ordeal. Latus thought he may have perceived a low huffing grunt, but could not be sure.

This was bad. Very bad.

Latus continued with great trepidation. He quickly came to the place where the giant metal structure had been removed from within this four sided monstrosity. He continued onward, tying his horse off to a manifest protuberance where the road ended, and hiking straight up to the top from there. It was a major undertaking.

The socket was there, just as he had been told it was. The huge metal pole that had been removed in 4 pieces from its storage in this pyramid, had been made to be assembled, and then placed in the socket on top of the structure. There were other known examples of this. But for what reason? No one knew. These structures themselves were unspeakably old, but because of the meticulous building of them, they had remained in unbelievably good shape, except where the hammers and picks of the Arabs had been. Latus looked around himself, turning slowly atop the gigantic structure.

The wind blew.

He was impressed.

Many of his ancestors would have this scene appear in their dreams, seemingly out of nowhere, and it would always be associated with falling, and neither the ancestors nor Immaculatus had a clue why that might be, or even that it would be. Ignorant all. They could be impressed, but they were not yet capable of really understanding what that means. How they are just one long entity down through time, an id entity, as it were, with many different bodies.

Latus thought about the coins he had been shown, Miliaresia of Constantinople, alongwith certain Arab coinage from the same basic era, which graphically illustrated pyramids having large bulb-ended poles mounted on their tops. There were some other types as well, and the resemblance to the crucifix was uncanny in more than a few of these recurring artifacts. Monstrous things with monstrous purpose, no doubt. The same monster which had killed The Captain, and would no doubt kill Immaculatus too, sooner or later.

Better later.

Not now.

Latus carefully made his way down the Egyptian ziggarat. This trek was causing many more questions than it answered. And now there was The Captain to deal with, or what was left of him.

Haunted Trek. Haunted World.

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Water is the greatest solvent on Earth. This by virtue of its quantity, more than anything else. It is a common liquid which can exist in the presence of many energy levels. If there is little or no energy, water goes into its crystalline storage form, ice. It is quite an odd matrix actually, because very little can stand in its way, over time. Water is the elixir, and energy fluctuations make it move around like crazy.

Water also possesses what can only be called alchemical, even magical properties, unexplainable but easily observable and employable.

As Clarke has said: any technology suitably advanced is indistinguishable from magic.

Yes, water is a technology all its own, and it is Programmable, and we, dear friends and neighbors, are one of its more intricate and well built programs, is all.

PLUS we are prone to prolificity through profelicity. Heh. We perpetuate ourselves well. Organisms of a water program, we imbibe powdered stone and crystals which become our bones, and other things we eat and drink become our blood and flesh, and we make more of ourselves, we propagate, procreate, recreate...love your mate...which just happens to pretty much be the height of things here too, as far as pleasure and exaltation and oneness with God is concerned. No Coincidence I am sure.

Dapper the Tiger.

Water is the matrix to sustain the program. The various programs. The basis of life. There is also evidence some sort of recording is always going on, within water itself. The only way new, novel programs can be introduced to water is by wiping the memory in a destruction/reconstruction process of the chemical itself. Water. Not too difficult, and surprising in its implications. A veritable fountain. Nuncio.

The steady hum and thrum of currency operating, money changing hands in the drum beat of commerce, tendrils still entwined forever, and the always expanding and never relaxing hydraulicism of this repetitive and ritualistic rhythm -- this too goes about throwing its order on water, meaning everything which is water...things that are alive, like us, us especially. Mnemonic reverberation, a tuning.
Money.
We use it. We get it on us and in us. Most of us would roll in it like a horse in clover, if ever given the chance.

We like the way it smells.

Money the subprogram, a perturbed and retarded endless-loop across time, long long time its just been happening on its own, a program within a program, of which there are quite a few other subsidiary or differing programs in hierarchy, though usually more transient. Moneys order as it reacts with us creates base traits and radical technicalities and idyllic moments and barbarities all its own, recognizable like a neon coda across the many-when.

So as programs of water, which do not even realize that fact yet, we also have hold of a type of multidimensional order machine we also do not understand, and can barely even see for what it really is. Money. We have not been able to make it work out for ourselves yet.

Never.

Maybe soon.

It would be about time, is all I have to say about that.

About Time.

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The person who both deified and defined Jesus Christ to the Mediterranean World, and subsequently the entire civilized world according to Rome, was the religious convert Saul of Tarsus, who became the evangelist Paul.

Modern Christianity is, in fact, what is called Pauline Christianity.

Paul was an impressive orator and swayed many with his preaching, although he was actually just following a basic formula for preaching about Gods of that time, assigning all the miracles of the many, to the one. Pauls show was all about Joshua of the Essenes.

If there was a magician in this story it was Paul. It was he who perpetuated the saga Of Yeshva ben Miriam, thereby creating one of the most long lived and well known stories in mankinds recorded history.

The Art Of Story Telling Indeed.

Yeshva/Joshua had tried to fulfill his destiny, that of the sword and the House of David, by attempting first to fulfill a prophecy that would rally the people to him not only as Messiah, but King. A lot of this seemed choreographed by long term expectations -- perhaps it was just prophecy fulfilling itself.

As prophecy does.

However it may be, Joshuas goal never reached fruition, his people lost heart and their land to the Roman invaders. Joshua suffered greatly through all this, alongwith many of his kind. Some say he died, but arose from the dead. Others say Joshua went on to become an old man who later died with the Zealots at Mesada. However long or short, his was a life of war and strife, and its just too damned bad some of his words, or at least some attributed to him, are not heeded more closely in this zoo we all inhabit.

Too Damned Bad.

Anyway. It was just a small part of the overall Judaic priesthood who sold the Jewish people out to the Romans, and it was not the Essene priests, nor the other sects like the Zealots. The Jews were sold out by the priests of THE temple. The Holy Of Holies. Sad but true.

And let us not forget, the Romans were very persuasive.

Priests of the establishment should never be trusted anywhere, though. That is another valuable lesson here in this story, one you should tell to everyone you know, because this too has been ignored by the vast masses in modern times, much to their long term spiritual chagrin and detriment. I am speaking of a majority who seem much more interested in carnage and debauchery, with priests and police as the masters of ceremonies.

Amen you all.

Now back to our story. Many know about the death of Joshua/Jesus at the hands of traitors, but very few know of the death of James, the brother of Jesus, at the hands of the very same turncoats and liars.

Jesus came from a big family, many children. They were affluent people. True Royal Lineage, for what that meant in that part of the world at that time. Well trained healers and scholars is what the Essene sect was all about.

After Jesus lost his life through the machinations of the priestly money mongers, the ones whose tables he had overturned, his brother James was eventually taken into custody as one more rabble-rouser, another enemy of the state. One of those cursed Essenes, despisors all of gentile dogs and more, no doubt. It soon became apparent that James was another REAL trouble maker, so there was no mock trial, or long drawn out Roman-style execution for James.

Nope.

The priests took James up on the roof of their temple and tossed him off, thats how James, brother of Jesus, and Teacher of Righteousness, was executed.

Little or no fanfare, it took about 3 minutes, versus 3 days, and human history, being the sightless and idiotic entity that it is, has forgotten all about the death of James, in favor of the Pauline version of his brothers Death/Ascension.

Is there a lesson here? No doubt. Is it the lesson being taught by the profiteers of modern religious power?

No way.

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Among others, it was also Lucifer Calaritanus, bishop of Caglieri during the time of Constantius II, who very literally adhered to a major form of Pauline Christianity.

Lucifer argued hard for all the miraculous works of his Savior Jesus Christ, as portrayed by Paul 300 + years before. The Christianity show had only gained in popularity since Paul, having been inflamed with further horror, murder, and mayhem by the Romans, and their public persecutions of Christians.

So. When Christianity was finally legalized by Constantine The Great, in the 330's, there was a great outflowing of repressed spirituality, perhaps a great mass relief was felt. The lions were even happy, knowing they would no longer be made to attack and eat scrawny foul-smelling Christians in the arena.

It was around this time the Vatican was invented, along with the first pope, and the people celebrated raucously. People like Lucifer Calaritanus proclaimed Jesus as lord and miracle worker, and the world became, if not a better place, at least a more interesting place, for awhile.

Many changes happened, and it was during this frenetic free-for-all of religiosity when Lucifer publicly ascribed qualities and an aura-of-the-spectacular to the Rabbi Joshua-of-Miriam that would only be equaled in the far far future, by a character known as Superman.

As history shows though, Lucifer was not taken too seriously by too many, and some thought him the victim of drinking leaded water. Others said he was the Diabol Advocatus, and a very good one too. He was not as persuasive to the mass as Paul had been, nor was his audience as ignorant as Pauls. These two factors combined to explain why Lucifer ended up as he did, banished and running, and destined to share the name of the devil among the ever increasing ignorance of the world.

Overall the best that can be said for Lucifer: tenaciousness was he, like the pit bull.

Like a monster.

So it is one of historys special little ironies Indeed, that it is Lucifer who is being remembered as arguing for the divinity of Christ at the council of Milan, though his name has latterly come to represent the literal satan-devil of many folks in America and around the world during the early 21st Century.

Yes. The name Lucifer has somehow morphed into meaning the devil. Its a smear I tell you. I am sure St. Lucifer is mortified, wherever his id-entity may be now. Whoever he is this time.

This no doubt explains the waning interest in the festival of St. Lucifer on May 20th too.

How this changing could happen is anybodys guess, because the name Lucifer, in reality, means Light Bringer. Derived from the two archaic words Luxe (Which means light) and Faire (which means angel) Lux is also related to the word Luck.

One must wonder what kind of luck, if any, has been at work in all this mess.

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Coinage is, more than anything, the timeless language of an entity; a demanding and unforgiving, though rich and somewhat enduring code across the manywhen. Repetitive. Evolving.

And the older they are the more they mean.

In the beginning there is the initial relationship of the metal source with any given coinage. A lot of that is known information or can be deduced with a fair degree of accuracy, enough to begin to see the patterns, and as already illustrated above, those were all very finite undertakings, any metallic influxes, and subject to constant loss, with people all looking the other way.

How embarrassing.

Oh well.

One very early form of coinage, or so some say, were large ingots of copper cast into the shape of cowhides, each was equal to a cow in value, or something along those lines.

These were rather quickly replaced with leather pieces in shape of cowhides, each representing a cow, and much more easily conveyed about. The Romans called these leather tokens of value Pecunia, from which the modern day Pecuniary is descended.

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In the 1920's and later, Dr. Gerhard Fisher of Fisher Laboratories experimented with a metal detector he had invented as a byproduct of some other research. An anomaly had occurred during that primary research, and the solving of it led to the metal detector. The metal detector was nearly as revolutionary in some ways as the computer would be later. Its effect was just slower.

Thats the way of these things sometimes. Numismatics Happens.

Nummus howled and stamped its feet. It had endured all unbeknownst for centuries, it would enjoy these next 100 years, perhaps it would evolve upward, stranger things have happened. Nummus began to dance.

The earliest aficionados of metal detecting were the few inventors, and all were struck by the literal hugeness of the massive overall hoard in the dirt -- everywhere they searched was virgin territory -- they were blown away with it all -- but they stayed busy.

Wouldn't You?

This went on for years.

Next came WW2 and The Korean War and Vietnam, all places the metal detector was further developed for its ability to detect land mines -- manufactured models made it into regular use via government surplus after those conflagrations, and early commercial models became available.

None of the early machines were discriminators. The early discriminators were being tested in the 60's or early 70's, and became commercially available after. The discriminators opened the hobby of metal detecting up to a lot of people. Electronic Metal Detector Discrimination allows a user to discern between some metal types, and saves a lot of fruitless digging of junk.

Be that as it may be, the stories of the earliest detectorists in the USA, and then the world, are wild and crazy concerning the amounts found with the early metal detectors, but by no means does the story end there. Search and salvage continues and more is always learned. The earthwide casually lost hoard is very big. Most is still inaccessible. Some is destroyed. A lot is junk.

Pig Pen R Us.

The age of the metal detector is still young, or perhaps halfway in its revelatory purpose, still a short time in the overall scheme of things. The moneys lost in the dirt are all coming back, at once.

Nummus is so big it could pop! Its ancient vectors are unfrozen flowing matrices again!

Its dance speeds up some now, and the expectation of the entity fills it with melee glee. It will feed now, of course, it always feeds, and otherwise, whats the point? It will be nice to smack these complacent and ignorant hix across their lackadaisical awarenesses, thought Nummus.

The fully completed slap to Humankinds collective chops would take years. But it had already taken centuries, nay, millennia, just in the building of this little surprise, what were a few more decades?...and the feeding continued.

The slap that was happening to the entire human race was actually a caressing tenderness compared to the feeding.

Even Nummus can love.

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I WENT TO A PLACE ONE NIGHT, AROUND MIDNIGHT, AND METAL DETECTED WHERE AN OLD SIDEWALK HAD BEEN REMOVED. BELOW THE CONCRETE SLAB OF THE OLD SIDEWALK THAT HAD BEEN REMOVED, ANOTHER OLDER SIDEWALK ONCE EXISTED. THAT FIRST SIDEWALK HAD BEEN A SLATTED WOODEN SIDEWALK. I METAL DETECTED WITH HEADPHONES ON, IN THE STREETLIGHT GLOW OF A CLEARWATER FLORIDA SUMMERS NIGHT. I DID THAT A LOT.

I WAS A RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC WITH A LOT OF METAL DETECTING EXPERIENCE ALREADY, BECAUSE I STARTED DETECTING WHEN I WAS 13. NOW, AT AGE 33 MY NIGHT TIME EXCURSIONS WERE GOOD THERAPY, AND I FOUND A LOT. IN FACT I WAS JUST STARTING TO GET GOOD WITH MY METAL DETECTOR, A WHITES COINMASTER, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. THE FACT THAT I WAS NO LONGER DRINKING FLAMMABLE LIQUIDS HELPED ME FIND MORE RIGHT AWAY, TOO.

THAT NIGHT, WHERE THE SIDEWALKS ONCE WERE, I FOUND NEARLY 40 COINS IN ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF, ALL BEFORE 1920, MANY BEFORE 1900. HALF WERE CENTS, SEVERAL INDIAN HEADS, SOME V NICKELS AND OTHER BARBER COINAGE IN SILVER, QUARTERS, DIMES. THIS WAS NOT THE WHOLE DEPOSIT, THIS WAS JUST A SMALL PIECE THAT WAS EXPOSED DURING SOME CONSTRUCTION, THEN COVERED BACK UP.

THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN MANY TIMES DAILY. IN EUROPE ITS UNBELIEVABLE BECAUSE THEY HAVE SEVERAL MILLENIA ALL PILED UP, WHERE-EVER THEY DIG, SOMETHING OLD COMES UP, WHEREVER THEY PLOW...SOMETIMES UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNTS.

I AM NOT NUMMUS, BUT LIKE SO MANY OTHERS, I DO ITS BIDDING. IT IS MY MONSTER. AND I AM ITS.

B

PS - BETTER TO HAVE IT THAN NEED IT AND NOT....ZZ TOP.

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Metal objects in water do funny things. Especially metal objects with human shapes to them. Circles, to be specific. Rings, coins, other discs. They move in orderly ways across when, especially when facilitated by water.

Way more orderly ways.

Accumulate, coagulate, aggregate...many observers have noted this, and exploited it thereafter, because the realization impressed them. As far as that goes, they were easily impressed.

Accumulations and aggregations and all that are actually real processes in nature, with ordered deposits taking place as time happens, sort of like pulsings. It is easily witnessed by those who wish to see.

This also happens galactically, and beyond.

At those macro levels are what should be referred to as Over-Programs, of which we and our subs are just pulsings within, miniscule but pretty.

Money is one of the pulsings within us, as we are a pulsing within this larger cosm. Does this clarify anything?

In this view money is us and we are it.

Almost.

The concept of money defines many things.

Attempts to define the multiverse with it is farcical and embarassing though.

Money must work for all people, it must be employed and enjoyed to those ends, else it is tyranny, and anti-life. Only people can define the multiverse, and its a continually evolving thing.

Money is one tool.

People need bigger toolboxes.


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As Nummus can be a language, so should it possess dialects, languages within. Local vernaculars, idioms, and corruptions. Fun fun.

The reason the human race is about to fall on its butt again, and be consumed by the monster it has made, the monster it always makes, is because the humans have once again allowed the numismatic language to become stale and forlorn, they allowed it to become their government, their religion, to define their lives.

Tawdry and banal, all rolled up in one.

For a very few, restriction of currency is a good thing, it is how they hide their predations, how they prey. For the vast majority, it behooves us to keep as much numismatic power and freedom among ourselves as possible. This can be done easily by utilizing alternative currencies at every possible instance, and by being aware money is being used by predators to manipulate.

Use of money outside the control of the people who feed on human suffering, will cause those people to go away. A nice thing.

This is the ultimate protest, and must remain ongoing, forever. It is the only protest that succeeds, over the long run, which is why it has been violently discouraged by the few like the bush family, and the rockefellers, and the house of windsor and the monsantos. It is why they have done their damndest to take control of the food and water, which even includes destruction of the existing.

Alternative currencies are the death of all that.

The freaks of control chain Nummus, they have always chained Nummus, trying to direct where it feeds, and thats not good for us, as should be pretty evident from the present state of affairs during the 21st century so far, and all that came before.

One good thing: because they have chained Nummus so long with their lies and idiotic posturings, we can reasonably expect to know where the monster will go first, once let off the leash.

Then will be an awakening, faster, an awakening as is happening already, as has been going on for almost a century now.

Nummus Will Be Luminous.

By using creative moneys and historical moneys, and precious metals, and gemstones alongwith any other alternative to the taxers paper and plastic numbers, we redirect where Nummus feeds. Thats the best that can happen here. Take control or be prey.

Very few people know anything about all this. Joshua Knew. Thomas Jefferson knew.

The monster is a monster because it is tormented by cruel reptiloid cockroaches who only look human. These are the few who feed on the many, who delight in suffering and pain and hate, whose god is conflict, pure and simple. They are easy to see once their facade falls, and they are even easier to defeat.

Don't buy into the police state and the society of fear with its snitch culture, because its all changing fast now. Do what you can to be kind to each other, and to Nummus. That is the key to growing beyond the monster, and there is no other.

And pray there is time left to turn it around.



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