The Abbey of St. Denis

If one need any more proof of the capability of the Tzombi to engage in spiritual endeavors, one need only look to the example of St. Denis Abbey.

In 1132 A.D., the reconstruction of the Abbey of St. Denis, the first truly Gothic cathedral, seems to have benefited enormously by of Tzombi labor. The legend of St. Denis was one which would have appealed to the Tzombi population—he was sent to Gaul between the years 236 and 250 C.E. to help restore the Catholic Church, but the heathen priests eventually executed him and his companions. The Golden Legend relates it this way:

bespit and despised…beaten cruelly of twelve nights…stretched all naked upon the coals of fire…and anon the body of S. Denis raised himself up, and bore his head between his arms, as the angel led him two leagues from the place, which is said the hill of the martyrs.

Whether or not St. Denis was actually a member of the Tzombi race (and I hesitate to speculate on this with no data to support it), his abbey was a natural place of pilgrimage for the Tzombi population of France, and they were employed in building the cathedral. They would have been ideal laborers. But there is evidence that at least one Tzombi laborer made the ultimate sacrifice for the greater glory: the Golden Legend goes on to recount how, for nearly a decade after the completion of the abbey, the “foolish virgin” on the Northwest frieze was heard to knock at the door to the “Celestial City.” This might, of course, have been a typical miracle tale meant to draw people to the abbey -- early advertising if you will, if it weren’t for the fact that an X-ray of the wall taken during a restoration in the 1980’s revealed a skeleton walled up behind the sculpture. A murder, an accident, or a Tzombi volunteer, sacrificing himself for the “Miracle of the Knocking Virgin?”

Inner Lives of the Tzombi: Real or Imagined?

The assumption of certain raving genocidal maniacs seems to be that the Tzombi have no inner lives, an assumption I have proven patently false in my work in the area of philosophy. Recall the earlier quotation from ‘Mathilde’:

"…but I feel invincible. My flesh is rotting, I know it. I have no organs. I am obsessed with my own skeleton and the knowledge that it is stepping out of my skin, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. This is the part of me that is eternal, and I feel an invincibility knowing that it is going to be released."

Although ‘Mathilde’ maintained that she was not a member of the Tzombi race, her comments are nevertheless consistent with Dr. Theresa Morgan’s findings in her studies on the Tzombi psyche, and give a good indication of the spiritual capacity of the Tzombi.

Temporary Absence of Late

Apologies, Dear Readers, for my absence of late. I assure you, it was not by choice that I withdrew, but was merely a symptom of circumstances beyond my control. A minor scuffle at work, involving some characters you are familiar with (but who shall remain nameless), resulted in a temporary transfer to the Long Beach branch of the company I am temporarily consulting for. In addition to the extra commute, I was mysteriously locked out of my own computer at the Herald Building. A password glitch, apparently (I choose not to believe it was sabotage).

Fear not, all is well again. I am back at work in the Los Angeles office. I have regained access to my files and my equipment. The heat still isn’t working, but luckily, the cold snap has ended for the time being.

I will resume posting tomorrow afternoon.

On a personal note, I’d like to apologize publicly to J. Let’s not let things escalate again, shall we?

Thermostat, Redux

Bad news: J. has returned and is watching the thermostat like a hawk. In an effort to ease tensions, I have posted a calendar in the break room which assigns thermostat control to employees on a rotating basis. Right now, as I type, a fellow employee who I won’t name is eyeing the calendar and attached petition as he sips his coffee. He obviously doesn’t want to be the first to sign. This may be a problem. Mob behavior rules in an office environment. Perhaps I should have approached each employee individually and filled the petition with signatures before presenting it to J., at which point she would have had no choice but to add hers.

Brains, An Illustrated History

I would like to post the following illustration, thanks to an email from papillonnoirs (such a wonderful name -- it reminds me of Edith Piaf. Which song is that?):



At any rate, the illustration initially puzzled me -- one of hundreds of incorrect medical depictions of the brain (note the pomegranate-like cluster near the hypothalamus) which flourished in 17th century Britain. The assumption of medical historians has always been that there was one incorrect original drawn from an anomalous sample which was then copied and distributed to medical students, who in turn created their own copies.

After some thought, however, I remembered the words of Emma Pease, British crusader and suffragette, in her 1848 anti-vivisection pamphlet called An Outcry Against the Impediments, Defects, and Abuses Existing in the Present System of Medical Education, with Suggestions for Their Removal and Correction, which includes a rather curious mention of “other means by which to experiment on living tissue, which have been practiced these last hundred years.” She then goes on to write that “with such an excess of semi-sentient human subjects for surgical experimentation why must dumb animals continue to suffer?”

This could perhaps be overlooked if it weren’t for the fact that the London Medical Gazette ran the following ad for several months in 1848:

LIVING CADAVERS
For hire
For research and experimentation
Contact Mr. James Foley, 14 Pudding Lane, London

Further, a news story dated 1849 from Bell’s New Weekly Messenger recounts the arrest of Charlie “the Hound” Frobisher, a.k.a. James Foley, who was charged with numerous counts of human trafficking, counts which were later changed to illegal goods trafficking, for which he was jailed.

A little detective work leads us to the conclusion that the subject of the original illustration was a member of the Tzombi race.

Thank you, papillonnoirs, for your insight!

From Micronesia to the Shang Dynasty

Much as I abhor some of the comments which are being posted, I feel that to exclude such comments from the blog would be to participate in the same sort of conspiracy of denial as the Academic/Scientific community. Because I hold this blog’s readers in such high esteem, I feel the best way to combat ignorance is to present all of the information available and let them decide for themselves exactly who is the raving genocidal maniac. I will not be shaken in my purpose. In this spirit, I would like to continue in my attempt to encapsulate the history of this race.

After the “mud eaters” were taken prisoner by the Amorites, many of them became refugees and scattered over an inland route through Asia, establishing footholds in several areas along the way. Some of them took to boats, and there is evidence that they reached Micronesia as early as 1800 B.C. and became known to natives as the Iyebu.

In China, they were incorporated into the Xia Dynasty, whose Emperor Zhong Kang recognized their potential as fierce warriors. When the Shang Dynasty came to power they were captured as prisoners of war and forced into subservient positions. The majority were occupied in building—many of the structures of the Shang dynasty (the capital at Zhengzhou, for example) were built out of stamped earth, which is created by having workers walk around earth that has been pressed into a large wooden frame until it becomes as hard as concrete. They excelled at this mindless task. How else to explain the otherwise indecipherable stanza from the 19th century erotic poet Qong Li?

My heart would beat
The unstoppable beat
Of a thousand stamping feet
Upon freshly dug palace walls.

Finally, from a Maogong tripod ceramic, inscriptions on the base of the object clearly depict a tzombi figure stamping the earth:



And a closer look here:

The Next Evolutionary Step in Human Existence?

COMMENT (Jimson): Are you suggesting we eradicate those who suffer from the virus as well?

COMMENT (beagle): Yes.

COMMENT (Jimson): That would mean they would be dead again. Is this your suggestion?

COMMENT (beagle): My suggestion is to treat an unnatural state by eradicating the virus.

In my opinion, what some of my readers – and government officials, for that matter – are suggesting in demanding the eradication of those who suffer from the R428 virus is no less than genocide. Furthermore, genocide of a race which has contributed substantially to world culture. All of the credentials in the world cannot justify this. And again, I must reiterate that the virus has not been established as the cause of PMMS. In the past it was held that there were races of immortals. Given the close correlation with PMMS and immortality, is it too outrageous a claim to suggest that PMMS may be the next evolutionary step in human existence? Wouldn’t it be arrogant of science to reject accepted wisdom by claiming that immortality is caused by a virus?

What “beagle” is suggesting is to deny the human race immortality. If it were millions of years ago, he might have denied us binaural hearing, or color vision. Further, I have a feeling I know who “beagle” is and he’s just bitter because he wasn’t asked to participate in the documentary.

A Reader Weighs in with Evidence

TRASHING HISTORY

“The mourning becomes unbearable,” writes Piotr Denisovich, a professor of Near East Studies at the University of Michigan, to other scholars.

“At my desk I keep a photo of a woman’s head made of marble, whose empty eyes have stared back since I first took this post. This amazing mask has survived for more than 5,000 years. Now, approximately 170,000 objects—vases, figurines, stele, statues, cups, diadems, and clay tablets—have been savagely ripped from their shelves and have very likely disappeared forever. Who is going to replace them?”

Though there may not be a direct answer to Denisovich’s question, a current investigation directed by the Hague has called a few to account, among them billionaire Ivo Kashoggian, who has been accused of purchasing antiquities from looters.

Though Kashoggian could not be reached for comment, a spokesperson issued the following statement: “Nine-tenths of the world’s antiquities have been acquired through non-traditional means. Every collector from the Medicis to the British Museum has, at one time or another, whether deliberately or mistakenly, acquired an antiquity through illegal means.”

Kashoggian is only the highest-profile of those who have been placed under investigation by the Hague. The course of his trial will no doubt set a precedent for the manner in which those who have been connected to antiquities looting will be brought to justice.

San Francisco Chronicle, April 21, 2003

Thank you, papillonnoirs, for this illustration of what can happen to the world’s treasures when those in charge are spoiled brats with no reverence for history. No doubt the woman’s head mentioned would have languished on some pillar in Kashoggian’s obscene temple to his own greed. The people own these treasures! Try as they might, those in power can not take them away from us!

The Journey of the Black Rock

A concerned reader has inquired about the current whereabouts of the Black Rock of Cybele:

I’ve heard that lots of Sumerian antiquities disappeared during the looting of Iraq. Is it possible the Black Rock of Cybele was one of them?

I can assure all of you that it did NOT disappear in the looting of Sumerian antiquities after the commencement of the war in Iraq. I’ve traced the journey of the Black Rock from ancient Babylonia where it later found its way to Persia but was given to the Anatolian explorer Strabo as a gift for the emperor Tiberius. When Tiberius died, some of his possessions languished in poor storage, owing to his unpopularity as a ruler. We have a record of the neglect which occurred in Suetonius’ biography of Tiberius:

“The people were so glad of his death, that at the first news of it some ran about shouting, ‘Tiberius to the Tiber,’ while others prayed to Mother Earth and the Manes to allow the dead man no abode except among the amend. His possessions languished and the great statue the Apollo of Temenos was toppled and his legacy was scattered among his heirs and the public alike.”

Zoinky will recall that an anti-Tzombi graffiti was found near the site of Tiberius’ death. Alas, we have no record of what happened to the Black Rock in particular.

Historical Fact becomes Myth

In an earlier entry, I told the story of Agdistis, who gave birth to the goddess Cybele. The “Black Rock of Cybele” has become something of a grail for those of us who study the Tzombi community, since it disappeared from the palace of the Roman emperor Tiberius and has yet to reappear. This is unfortunate, as the Black Rock is thought to have cosmic origins, and may be the same which fell in the Hé-Gál Valley around 2500 B.C., destroying all the vegetation there and poisoning the Tigris river. The valley became known as the Hur-sag Uq, or the Valley of the Dead.

A couple of hundred years later, a Semite known to history as Sargon the Greatcrossed this valley with his army, bringing with him a black rock. The Kish Stele describes Sargon and his army were described as being “covered in ashes” because of their pallor. It also rechristens the Valley of the Dead as the Valley of the Living Ashes. Sargon established hold of the Sumerian city of Kish, destroying all of his enemies. He claimed to be directly descended from Cybele. The center of worship for Cybele became the black stone, which was enshrined at Pergamum (see entry entitled “Persecution and Fear” 11/28/06 for more on Cybele).
Eventually the Sumerians were overrun by the Amorites, and they disappeared as a recognizable race. Those that survived were taken to Babylonia, where they are referenced in the Enuma Elish, the Babylonian epic of creation, and demonized as conquered cultures typically are. Because there was no food to be found in Sumer when the Amorites conquered, and no cooking utensils, and no cooking pots, the Sumerians earned the title of “mud-eaters”, and mud came to be considered the food of the dead in Babylonian mythology. The fourth tablet of the Enuma Elish recounts the wholesale slaughter of the Sumerians, where it says of Marduk, the Babylonian hero:

The four winds he stationed so that nothing of
the mud-eaters might escape;
The South wind and the North Wind and the East wind
and the West wind
And the fourfold wind, and the sevenfold wind, and
the whirlwind, and the wind which has no equal;
He sent forth the winds which he had created, the seven
Of them;
And scattered the mud-eaters to the lands beyond the sea;
He severed their inward parts, he pierced their hearts,
Their heads he burst like ripening fruit
He cast down their bodies and stood upon them
Their might was broken, their host scattered.

Astute readers will probably recognize that the story of the Valley of the Dead found its way into the Old Testament, where it was converted into a prophecy of the regeneration of the house of Israel in Ezekiel’s vision of dry bones coming to life. So the story passed from historical fact into legend and then myth and then prophecy.

2007 Arrives

Happy New Year. Though my trip into the desert was unsuccessful (I got lost on the way to Ridgecrest, then experienced some car trouble), I spent a lovely holiday at the Best Western in Lancaster.

In any case, I look forward to getting back on track with the blog (I fear my postings have wandered into “personal” territory, something I vowed I would not subject my loyal readers to).