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The Eighth Capital Virtue
neoplatonist2
 January 21 2025 at 10:18 pm
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The Eighth Capital Virtue By Neoplatonist2 It’s best to approach these things on an empty stomach and Edenic (“well-watered”). I write this while avoiding immediate delicacies, so that I can make a delicate point. It is this: just as there are the Seven Deadly Sins, to which I have added the Eighth, namely “Contempt of Mission,” so there are Seven Capital Virtues, to which I have added the Eighth, opposing the Eighth Sin, namely, “Aestheticism.” Herein I defend my addition. Contempt of Mission is a sin necessary and exclusive to our futuristic Age, albeit an Age that, like the mystical Body of Christ, extends outwards in space and time to encompass persons not ordinarily apparently amenable to or accessible by such Churchly, Heavenly grace. There were Christians-before-Christ—see the 2004 film The Return of the King for vivid visual examples of what this type must have been like—and there were Futurists before the Future became anything beyond the eschatological countdown of the Judeo-Christian revelations (see the work of fifteenth century German Cardinal Nicolaus of Cusa). The titular “mission” is, recapitulating, the fostering and defense of Man’s survival in an inimical universe. It’s out to get us, in other words, and we’d damned well not hold that mission in contempt, dismissing its value and shirking our responsibility to advance it, or else we betray ourselves, our families, our race, and our God. None of the other Deadly Sins quite accounts for this danger, because they came from an unfuturistic age. Now, it’s different, and while we can never delete the true wisdom of the past, the fund of that wisdom is never complete, either. There is no final revelation, scientifically speaking, and Contempt of Mission is a scientific sin, an artistic sin as well, but scientific in essence. Which brings me to Aestheticism. Why aesthetics? Because the other Capital Virtues collected by Pope Gregory I, are concerned with countering their opposing Sins. How does aestheticism counter contempt of man’s mission of survival? First, by opening his eyes, his ears, his nose, his tongue, his skin, his deep muscles, and his vestibular organs (i.e. the seven senses) to the indescribable quiddity of the Real, in a manner that bypasses the linguistic, logical, and egoic that overlays like a crinkled, tattered map the sensuously overwhelming and conceptually bewildering spread of raw reality. It’s this right-hemispheric Source that humans could call God, inasmuch as the inner voice of conscience could be called God, or the logically necessary Origin of what we hypothesize to be the “outer material world” could be called God. The right hemisphere of the human brain effectively creates sensory reality for us anyway, acting apart from our left-hemispheric will (see The Master and His Emissary by Iain McGilchrist), to the extent that calling it the Creator, or perhaps the Demiurge in contact with an undetectable True Creator beyond us (what the cabalists termed the En-Sof), and, so, we ought to give that catastrophically intimate devil its due. This sensory “input” that we receive is not mere spectacle, however, it has structure and can be tinctured with meaning. (By “meaning” I mean “referring” as meaning refers to referring, in the simplest sense of the former word. If something doesn’t refer to anything else, we say it’s “meaningless.” “What is the meaning of this [confusing situation, this clue]?”) This tincture is ineluctable; people and their places perish when they persist in applying nihilist acid to it. But, the meaning from the right hemisphere is not a mere mash of arbitrary associations, either, or, at least, not always, not most of the time. Most of the time we find ourselves in the “numinously normal” world, the world of familiar faces, places, maps of our country, television commercial advertisements, and bodily functions. These things combine to yield the reassuringly day-to-day, the banal and the exciting alike, but best of all they yield a sense of place and presence that serves as a wonderful background to the disclosed events of our lives. You can’t hold something in contempt when you are submerged in wonder, nor when it forms the very bedrock of your identity, unless that identity itself is very very bad and you are conscious of that badness. Second, aestheticism counters contempt of mission by indicating the purgatorial path men must walk if they are to walk “uphill” towards the shining noëtic city, rather than “down” towards the lithospheric magma of the chthonic realm. It, like all moral choices (dilemmas?) is an IF/THEN statement. IF we wish successful survival as a species, as an immortal (or potentially immortal) personal influence on that survival as by embedding our good deeds into the foundation of the whole of as-yet-unborn future time, THEN we advance on Purgatory. IF we choose flesh, qua flesh, and devour our potential as a mere condiment on our carnal feasting, THEN we cut ourselves out of the human drama. Raw reality and the freedom to choose the necessity of Purgatory, amalgamate into a single subject for appreciation and gratitude. Without appreciation, one faces the gray “lump” of the world, like slag or scoria, useless and dull. Without gratitude, one misses the gold in all bad situations—and any astute observer will admit that all situations are bad in this post-lapsarian world. Appreciate and be grateful, this is a secret that St. Francis must have learned from the birds he preached to: for a bird’s prayer is its song, and it is grateful even for a single seed cast from the hand of its benefactor. Animals have no contempt for mission, for their mission is instilled in their bones, whether solid, hollow, or exoskeletal. And they are not ungrateful, for their appetites’ satisfaction is itself enough for God, given their station. So, aestheticism combines reality, freedom/necessity, appreciation, and gratitude, but it needs one last thing to form a pentagram of human worth: care. One confronted with beautiful things, whether morally beautiful or pulchritudinous, has a choice to make: to delight in that beauty (which leads to seeking to seek it out, to protect it, to make more of it), or to dismiss that beauty (which leads to seeking to ignore it, to destroy it, to ensure that less is made of it). Consider a sight: a man in the distance on the ground in Winter. What is he doing on the ground? Is not man beautiful, “fearfully and wonderfully made”? Yet why has he fallen? One may, if one sees the contradiction between man as noble and man as base, connoted by the metaphor of this man having “fallen,” reflect that a “fallen” state for a man is a bad thing. And so, if one cares for beauty, if one delights in it, one will care for the objects of this beauty, objects that are beautiful either because they have the appearance of freedom (i.e. of autonomy), or else have the actuality of freedom (i.e. free will). And so one attends to this mystery, and may learn, through patience and observation, that the man was being silly, and lying down on a joyous whim to gaze awhile at heaven, or, that the man has slipped on the ice and injured himself. But without care, without the appreciation, the gratitude for one’s existential situation, for the will to purge one’s own sins, and the wonder of enjoying being beset by one’s own sensorium, one does not attend, and the man loses, either because his silly story is never told, or because he has broken his bone and must suffer further, before a Samaritan, perhaps, comes along. Combine these five elements: care, freedom/necessity, gratitude, wonder, and purgation, as if they were marbles rolling around loosely, into a single jar that contains them and prevents their escape. Call this jar Aestheticism, and give it to anyone who suffers from Contempt of Mission. Let them play with the marbles, play with them if you can, teach them the game, show them how beautiful they look when held up to the light, how intriguing to the ear is their clack against one another, how surprisingly they deflect, and how solid they are, how real. Aestheticism calls us to dance with the world, rather than trudge contemptuously towards Gehenna where we can dump our canon and our concerns and leave off worrying about that which we tell ourselves we can (or should) do nothing about. Feel the girl’s bare back crease under your hand, feel the man’s woolen suit shoulder, don’t look at your feet, assume the music is your king for this little spell. For aestheticism is magic, and if you wield it you will banish your deadly doubts about whether or not Mankind is of any account. Because, courtesy of the right hemisphere, all this you perceive around you really is “all in your mind,” Capital Aestheticism teaches that the mind truly is a big place . . . and worth fighting for. Now go have a beer.
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COMING SOON
Omar Zaid, M.D.
 January 25 2025 at 11:23 am
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.... Spawn of this Mystery of Iniquity, NOI had the rudimentary appearance and functions of a virile and cohesive group-feeling. Albeit, they misused the genuine Islamic esprit de corps that Ibn Khaldun and others say Muslims lost to Persian Magi long ago (See Appendices: Islam’s Subversion). NOI could have taken jaded irritants, walled them off via the Noetic Science of adab, and then turned them into pearls. But magical thinkers forever cling to fabrications and then fiercely deny evidence that contradicts their aberrant worldview. The world does not exchange magical thinking for operative skills that deliver justice. Neither does heaven accept such leadership. Anyone who deems poseurs honorable must own this truth and submit to honest humiliation—as did brother Malcolm, the contrite. So take care you are not undertaken: snapped up and swallowed, then delivered to the final oubliette, assimilated by the force of stupidity. If this shoe fits, repent and patiently suffer the apoplectic seizure of its painful remorse, and do so in anticipation of prodigal restitution. Many will fail to comprehend the admonishment, but those who practice the learned art of adab will, like heaven, mark all who reject contrition because they know G-d’s favor conditionally attends the Holy Grail of chaste monogamy. It is written. Be comforted. … the author claims Malcolm-X exposed contemporary authorities as the ‘Mystery Of Iniquity’. He says, “they murdered him before his apocalypse gained traction.” At the core of this organized evil sit ancient protocols for cultural subversion that promote infidelity. Dr Zaid gives us an evidence-based remedy in terms defined by NOI’s drama as well as by the history of civilization. To this end he adds Noetic Science and holy scripture. The result is tsunamic. May Contrition’s song echo in Malcolm’s honor for centuries to come.
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The Eighth Deadly Sin
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 January 29 2025 at 05:03 pm
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A venomous spider creeps carefully along the inner webs of your brain. When you opened your mouth to speak what your media told you, it crept into the back of your throat, up one of your Eustachian tubes, into your ear, and from there found that proverbial “hole in your head” by which to make its way into your brainpan. It is a sedulous, black-and-green little mother spider, cousins to the Black Widow, which has built a nidus in there, filled with spiderlings eager to pierce their silken veil and crawl throughout your thought processes unopposed, feasting. The spider’s name is Despair. It’s quite popular these days, but not often talked about. People succumb to its diseases, committing suicide, drug abuse, and apathy by turns. Some even turn to hating God Himself, and curdle into seeking the destruction of all Being through whatever paltry powers and associate balls they can muster. There are, according to tradition, seven Deadly Sins: namely, Sloth, Wrath, Pride, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Greed. There is some debate, not as hot as it was in the Middle Ages’ intellectual ferment perhaps, but still there, as to which Sin is the capital of them all. Augustine said Lust. Aquinas said Pride. I have a different answer, an eighth Deadly Sin which has only now come into the fullness of its being as we oscillate nauseatingly between nihilist and totalitarian impulses in the fading days of our democracy, our home, our West. This Sin is the crowning sin, the plinth of all the other sins, but only in the modern times. In ages past it lived implicitly in the hearts of men, but was never identified publicly because it so easily conflates with matters of honor, or enlightened self-interest, or the rage of the wounded. Rather, this Sin is a creature of modern conditions of political-economy and its (properly) associated classical humanist culture. Without the current, six hundred-year-old advance into lucidity about the nature of mankind’s role in the Galaxy, anteriority, no matter how wise or well-meaning, could not have appreciated the fullness of the Sin, and so folded it into other concerns. This is not to say they were congenitally incapable of understanding. Were such ancients alive today, this Sin could be explained to them, and they would agree to it and to its priority ranking. This Sin is, of course, nothing other than Contempt of Mission. In order to see it as it is in all its ugliness, one must grasp, through proper educative channels, work, and insight, the mission of mankind as a species both absolutely above the beasts and the rest of Creation, and as a species comprising a single, substantial unity of all its individual members past, present, and future. Mankind exists to serve and glorify God, Who created him for His own good pleasure and, being the Good of all goods, provided for man’s felicity should he conform to the divine Will. Specifically, this means man, who is made imago viva Dei or in the living image of God, is inherently creative, carrying a spark of the divinity, and as such a divine similitude possesses in potentia not only the image but the capax Dei (the capacity of God) to reorder the fallen universe and expand his fruitful dominion for the benefit of the general welfare. Thus, man is creative by nature, and therefore good by nature. A flawed goodness, as he labors under the Original Sin which disordered his soul and caused the honorable part or the appetitive part to usurp the proper kingship of reason. The origins of this disorder flow back to mankind’s rebelliousness against God in eating of the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil prematurely, before God could form and solidify his character by educating his emotions. The tree would not have been planted in the Garden were it to forever bear its fruit in vain. In evolutionary terms, man faced the uplift of the Entelechy, that “fourth domain” of the divine associated with the three “domains” described by Russian biogeochemist V.I. Vernadsky in the early half of the twentieth century. They comport with the traditional philosophical ontic division of Creation into things that exist, things that live, and things that think. In Vernadskian terms, this is the abiotic domain, the biosphere, and what he calls the noösphere, the latter being the transformative extension of human cognitive and technological modifications of the biospheric and abiotic domains. Thus, proto-man became man, moving from exclusively beastly perceptual consciousness which knows only that which its senses relay, to a new kind of mind, a conceptual consciousness capable of speaking of the angels and other things estranged from all sense-perception. In so doing, however, his expanded mind became aware of new pleasures of power, and saw both new opportunities for doing good, and new opportunities, no longer merely for doing bad, but for doing outright evil, and the satisfactions offered therein. This new awareness, uncultivated by any sane culture—for, like Romulus and Remus, Adam and Eve were suckled by a she-wolf—their first act of touching the obsidian Monolith plunged their unprepared emotions into the Stygian abyss of History. We find ourselves embedded in the slaughterhouse of one hundred millennia of human existence on this planet, chafing against the manacles bolting us to the floor of our bestiality, with the rare genius or saint transcending custom to ascend to the third heaven, from which cloudly vantage they can see a way forward, in love, towards even a tiny amelioration of ignorance and want. We feel it in our guts, in that ache of our hearts when it is wounded by the speartip of a revelation of the truthfulness of human nature. Without that sickening dread, without those tears, we wouldn’t be human at all, but exist in the dream-paradise of paranoid joy that is the lot of subordinate Nature. We know that life is out of joint, what the Buddhists call dukkha, and, if we have any love in us at all, we dislike it. We hate it, in fact. We decry it. We deny it. We sometimes even allow our hatred to metastasize into malice towards God, Being, and humanity itself. Man is the creative species, the beautiful species, capable of discovering, transmitting, and introducing into play in the universe universal principles of physical action, and related principles as of statecraft, economics, and art or morality. Mankind being indivisible, a “fat moment” of simultaneity in his secret eternal soul collecting past, present, and future generations into a single entity, he has a single destiny, which is to create unprecedented beautiful applications of his science, art, and technology so as to turn the wastelands of the universe into a sustaining garden for his own felicity and for the glory of the God in whose image he is made. Fostering creativity in man is therefore what society is for. To do this requires massive investments in thought and praxis. We can and ought to move heaven and earth to solve the problems of famine, plague, war, and despair besetting us from time immemorial. And, increasingly, we do do so. But, countervailing this noble and necessary use of ourselves as freely willed agents is the impulse of the ravenous wolf, the pessimist, and the epicure. In order to be creative, man requires freedom. Freedom requires life and opportunity, and these in turn require an emotion-regulating classical humanist education, and a political-economy shorn of barbarism. The mound-building termite of South America, Africa, and Australia is one of the evolutionary wonders of the world. Soft-bodied and vulnerable to dehydration, these miniscule little white ants build homes a mile high to their scale, digging wells a hundred feet deep, installing air conditioning architecture, engaging in fungus agriculture, and even building aboveground transport tunnels and elevated highways along the forest floor. They have taken an environment inhospitable to them, and changed it into a safe haven for their productive activities in the service of survival. Man is, haltingly, doing the same thing to the Earth. He alone is capable of greening the deserts, draining the swamps, creating food where no food naturally would ever grow, and organizing his social practice to facilitate these applications of the technological fruits of his principled scientific discoveries. Man is cyborging the Earth, altering it from a state of nature to a state of super-nature, guided by the Godly agape and cognition that he was born to manifest. This is man’s mission: to conquer the Galaxy and change it into a Garden of Eden, under the mandate of Genesis 1:26, which is sound economic advice for the ages, if one wishes to have a living economy forever expanding in knowledge and forever grappling with life, that he may improve his children’s lot and defeat the perennial enemies both without and within his own divided heart. All human societies from the start have been effectively totalitarian. One’s surroundings, thought-processes, and actions mould a man day by day, washing his brain in custom and accident that channel his will, hindering him from being free. There is no escaping brainwashing, one may, at best, merely choose which liquid one wishes to wash one’s brain with. Years ago I read a short story set in a future where everyone consumed manufactured pharmaceuticals and foods in great quantity and variety every day of their lives. The drugs had warning labels on them describing all manner of horrible possible side-effects, but, the people took them anyway, accepting their necessity. The protagonist was a man whose late mother bequeathed her old house to him. She left him a letter telling him that there were supplies in the basement that would allow him to grow plants. The letter told him that he must stop taking his pills, and he must plant the little things she had left for him in the dirt in the basement and water them and keep them lit with the furnished lamps until they sprouted, grew, and bore objects. He must, she wrote, eat these objects, and eat them to the exclusion of all other foods. He must drink only tapwater. The man was nonplussed, but loved his mother and so obeyed her instructions. He grew these objects, these vegetables, and ate of them, neglecting his medications. Initially he felt sick and disoriented, but he persisted, and after several months his mind began to change. He felt bigger, fitter, stronger, clearer...happier. He began to notice all the warning labels on the popular food, drink, and drugs. He found himself alienated from others because they were so unthinking. He began to question the popular stories these people believed. He felt a thirst for knowledge for the first time in his life, and couldn’t stomach the banal and salacious programs on the television. He realized he wanted to live and though he didn’t know how, he knew that he must try. Classical humanist culture, such as the music of Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Vivaldi, Schubert, Schumann, Telemann, Brahms, Felix Mendelson, Handel, Dvorak, and the African-American spirituals; the sculpture of Myron and Michelangelo, the poetry of Shakespeare, Marlowe, and Schiller; the science of Leibniz, Gauss, Riemann, Cantor, Einstein, Gödel, and LaRouche; the painting of Rembrandt and Da Vinci; the literature of Cervantes, and accompanying historical sweep of globally extended European civilization amalgamating discoveries of scientific and artistic principles from all cultures, comprise the “vegetables” of the human soul. Many people dislike their vegetables. The ones that hate them and spew them, Dante in his Commedia consigned to the depths of Inferno. The ones who eat them dutifully, with a grimace, he placed on mount Purgatory. And, the ones who “became loving vegetarians” he elevated to Paradise. These things grow on one. They are culture, human culture. The dominant rock-drug-sex counterculture we have today offers incredible levels of sweetness spiked with spider’s eggs. I remember when I was three years old and was eating my first apple. I admired the red skin and the white flesh. A boy told me that the white, microgranular flesh of the apple were spider’s eggs. I believed him, accepted this new fact, and kept on eating the delicious apple. The apples we have been given by the manufactured and deployed counterculture are as this, delicious and filled with potential to enter into our brains...and feast. Hence, the sin of Contempt of Mission: our supersaturation in the counterculture has drugged us to the point of insensibility. The thought-courses needed to comprehend the great ideas lying dormant within the great books, and the science that they abet, have withered and been replaced by irrational circuits of hedonism, rage, and distortions of morality. Even the idea of a soul is merely a cartoon. God is an enemy. Christ is a figure of fun. And, the populace, in whose hands ultimate political-economy power has always rested, has become small. The smallest of the small is the phenomenon of the Internet troll or his non-virtual analogs. These people epitomize Contempt of Mission. They are far from alone. Most people have those spiders of Despair within them, clinging and crawling and nibbling, telling them that humanity is hopeless, humanity is wretchedly unimprovable, or that we must resign ourselves to doing at best “a little good” and let the devil take the hindmost when it comes to “things outside my control”. Such a humanity, composed of such people, has effectively lost the moral fitness to survive. The universe has no need of societies which violate the natural law that demands man must be creative in order to survive. Such societies collapse from within, and are then devoured from without. And the collapse is never a pretty one, from the vantage of those still capable of agape. Oscar Wilde’s Picture of Dorian Gray supplies, we might say, a fitting picture of the condition of the Western world. It remains prosperous, gay, and obsessed with status and appearance, but, its inner parts are rotten. Not wholly rotten, but in dire need of excision. This is the source of the sickness that drives so many into the diseases of despair, namely addiction and suicide, and which fills many others with impotent, directionless anger. Such people have either forgotten or have never been given an optimistic view of life. They have been taught they are beasts, lacking God, intellect, and cosmic destiny, even though some may be very logical in how they pursue their chosen petty pleasures, whether of flesh or ideology. Contempt of Mission is the capital sin because it decorticates the mind of man. It is the trunk of sin that grows from the root of all evil: wanting something for nothing. The mission of mankind, to conquer the universe with his science and his art, sounds hard and tiresome and painful. One would rather modern fruit drop easily into one’s languid hand that one may enjoy a few juicy, momentary thrills before sliding into a cozy grave. From Contempt of Mission comes all other sins, because the Mission of mankind is the Heideggerrian “background” or “atmosphere” that fills our lungs with powerful oxygen molecules. Mission--responsibility for the biggest burden one can lift, that will always intersect in the long run with the needs of mankind as a whole—quenches our thirst for knowledge, and heals our broken heart. Mission is the salvation of the human enterprise and the path of what Nicolaus of Cusa called “the sweetest joy.” Wash your brain in classical culture. Flush out those spiders of Despair. We have made it this far, we have made it to the Moon, we have cured Polio and eradicated Smallpox, we have built New York City and plan to colonize Mars. We have lifted more people out of extreme poverty than any iteration of civilization in history. We have the tools, we have the nourishing art, and we still have a big reservoir of good faith, however momentarily frustrated. Become a spiritual vegetarian and your life will become meatier than you may at the moment be able to imagine.
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CONTRITION
Omar Zaid, M.D.
 February 04 2025 at 05:27 pm
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https://alginkgo.com/shop/books/contrition/ Contrition: Clear Waters For Troubled SoulsCopyright © 2025 by Omar Zaid, MDaka: Leonard Joseph Owsiany JrISBN- 979-8-9925010-0-1 eBook // ISBN- 979-8-9925010-1-8 Print All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or academic reference. Cover Design by Dr Omar & Amina Qun Gu, using elements from Salvador Dali’s LAST SUPPER https://alginkgo.com/ // info@algikgo.com I knew Malcolm was murdered for disclosing artifice at NOI's helm, but until undertaking this research I did not understand ‘why’ his life was forfeit under heaven’s eye, especially before his renaissance took root. The answer helped me to comprehend why bad things happen to good people. To clarify this and other points of spiritual law, I share what has since been brought to my attention; especially for anyone with more intimate knowledge of events that precipitated this account. Indeed, among them are souls who can personally have a hand in attending to the unfinished business of Malcolm’s reform. Writing this was an instructive grapple with the American psyche that nearly buried my novel and marriage for nine months. It compelled me until its waters broke in mid Dec of 2024, which is when I learned of the new lawsuit. A convenient coincidence? An omen? — Indeed, the NOI experience proves a useful tool that helps us clarify why chastity and contrition assist our conscious reunification with divine will as garments of G-d consciousness (Q.21.80). My struggle’s brief has become a cautionary moral lesson for all, but most especially for those who defend premises that constitute institutional integrity (Q.4.17-18). Thank you for taking the time. https://alginkgo.com/shop/books/contrition/
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Monotheism, Genesis, & Marriage
Omar Zaid, M.D.
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an excerpt from my book; Sexology For The Wise: https://alginkgo.com/shop/books/al-ginkgo-new-ebooks-bundle-2025/ keywords: for the entire chapter's content (The Metaphysics of Sex, not just this essay): Agape / Arcana / Black Arts / Gnosticism / Celestial Man–Christos / Celibacy / Danites / The Divine Counsel / Dravidians / Pedophilia / Human Sacrifice / Amorites / Jews (origins) / Isis / Mother Goddesses / Lilith / Jesus / Oscar Wilde / Shamanism https://forum.alginkgo.com/go/837uVmTHbd Researchers at the Mayo Clinic concluded the following: Most studies have shown that religious involvement and spirituality are associated with better health outcomes, including greater longevity, coping skills, and health-related quality of life (even during terminal illness) and less anxiety, depression, and suicide. Several studies have shown that addressing the spiritual needs of the patient may enhance recovery from illness. ~ Nicole Fisher (2019) Heathy marriage stamps psyche and body with vitality and productivity. Its imprints are designed to remind us of divine immanence and intent, as well as an atavistic recall of whatever exalted estate forgotten ancestors forgot (insan) after over-stepping Eden’s license. I abandon Islamicate, Christianate and Jewicate indoctrinations for essential monotheism, and venture to posit (H11): Great marriages supersede religion because they are religion,i which is why many instinctively refer to love and lover as ‘heavenly’. Our need to love and touch and to be loved and touched in return is embedded in the chora of human ‘being’. Sound, sight, taste, olfaction, warmth, cold, pain, knowing one is watched, titillation, and so forth are all ‘touch’-dependent. Giving and receiving touch iteratively validates and affirms life. Marital touch affords pleasure, companionship, and responsible purpose vis-à-vis the most intimate of relationships, which is far more than going bump in the night. Good marriages are parallel arks: two boats joined like a catamaran in constant touch to convey a reflective covenant of virtuous human existence intent on maturation. At its best, marriage is an exquisitely designed unfinished rapture that echoes otherworldly sourcing. Without the transcendent dynamics of these ever-musing whispers and prods, even when touched we remain dissatisfied and wanting, which leads many on promiscuous odysseys that never end well. Those who have not married or have married poorly tend to demean the institution because they have not tasted its potential. They are ignorant of the fact that marriage is the truest religion, and is universally adhered to by mature hearts who deem its every peer ‘first among equals.' The Mt Zion mythos represents spiritual union (marriage) between humanity and heaven: a bond that scorns infidelity and the vulgar sarcasm that demands gauntlet satisfaction. The narrative claims the scepter (rod of authority, Gen.49.10) was placed in the Ark-of-the-Covenant with instructions; together representing governance by Significant Illumination when Allah instructed us to become light (Gen.1.14_see next essay). This is the only radiance that benevolently oversees and righteously regulates human affairs per divine proportions with exceptionally sensible rules for social harmony, which include the Decalogue (See also Jordan Peterson’s Biblical Lecture Series).1 Zion is the rock of ‘revealed knowledge’, which includes science, upon which sits sensible and morally upright decision-makers. These “little gods” are mentioned in Psalm 82:6 and John 10:34 (G-d is a word that means ‘he who decides’). His is the kingdom that Jesus said is within each of us (Lk 17:21), with him (Iesa) as a shining example (the way the truth and the light/life) of optimized human potential. Such potential is open to everyone who chooses to actualize it and do even greater works (John.4.37). On reading the narrative without the magical thinking of confirmation bias, we learn that Jesus was married. Such a reading includes an understanding of Judaic customs (e.g., a man could never have been called Rabbi unless he was married). Jesus is eschatologically scheduled to bring G-d’s kingdom accounting to bear on Amorites after their iniquity is fully realized, which specifically refers to Semites of Nimrud’s ilk (see vol iii Executive Summary). Amorites represent those who reject G-d’s invitation to the final wedding feast, which is our re-union with Him. Symbolically, the cosmogonic narrative says authority (scepter), governance (law), and the ark (human heart) were vested in a Tabernacle (community) on an altar for offerings (good deeds). This holy place is where what is celestial (Abode of Judgement) and spiritual (logos of the Creative Order) meet material to awaken human consciousness, ever since our expulsion from Utopia (Eden). Per Swedenborg’s paraphrased exhortations, humanity has been tasked to continue divine ordering on earth as a trial for intergalactic worthiness in the next life. It is a pass/fail exam that requires unwavering devotion to a well-developed aptitude to do good: The temple of God and the altar (in Rev 11.1) denote spiritual and celestial polities; 'to measure' denotes knowing the quantity and quality of truth and goodness when it says, 'Measure the temple and the altar and them that worship therein.' Worship is, therefore, far more than prayer. God demands offerings, which are the good deeds that result from obedient fruitfulness, which is why Jordan Peterson says you begin by cleaning your room. Jeremiah also made this perfectly clear: For I spoke not unto your fathers, nor commanded them concerning burnt offerings and sacrifices, in the day that I brought them out of the land of Egypt, but I commanded them to walk in the way that I command. ~ Jer.7.21-24 Just as faith without love is like light without warmth, prayer without good deeds is like inviting your boss to an empty buffet. The phrase, ‘those who worship therein’ references men and women (created He them) who dwell within well-defined, well-proportioned communal borders doing the good deeds of obedient ordering in accord with Natural Law. These things require no divinity degree or high-minded priest or bead-counting mullah. Therefore, good-deed-doing folks are infused with morphogenic forces (logos) and govern themselves with primal esteem for Natural Law (logos). They represent the kingdom’s industrious repose; i.e., rest in God or peace on earth. For this to occur, we must live in peace with neighbors, of whom the closest under the sun is our spouse, followed by first-degree relatives, which is where the redeeming grace of the Golden Rule meets confirmation bias with a splash of sober reordering juice. Other than this and The Decalogue, all else is superfluous manufacture, mere apologies for lettres de marque that confiscate personal autonomy and stand as intermediaries between humanity and He Who Decided Everything Already. For this latter cause, not a few barkers pretend celibacy with long robes and fancy dress as a superior caste. But imagine a poly cultural cosmopolis with i. an Amish-like apartheid zeitgeist; ii. led Marcus Aurelius; iii. with the Great Khan and General Paton as enforcers; iv. Archimedes as city planner; v. Napoleon as Quartermaster; vi. and Frédéric Bastiat as Chief Censor and Educator. This nation-state of ours comprises well-married, well-governed folks absent the pious pretense of shadow dwellers in thrall to Machiavellian handbooks, candle holders, grimoires, and mad madhab denizens of useless Friday afternoon prattle. Its citizens are fully informed and prepared to defend the kingdom without turning cheeks to Lenins, Idi Amins, ISIS imams, or alcoholic Churchills. If one projects this dignitas onto city streets, concert halls, parliamentary procedures, green valleys, and deep blue seas, you will erase Political Correctness with the redeemed cosmopolitanism that poor misunderstood Nietzsche had in mind. The problems faced, therefore, besides a lack of sound leadership and reason, result from a lack of relational relevancy due to lacunae of knowledge synthesis and gestalt vision; without which there is no divine guidance. Where there is no sensible appreciation-of or devotion-to the defense of purposeful human bonds that reverence forever consequences, there is no love of one’s neighbor. All becomes reduced to mercenary preoccupations, which is why I put no Jew at the helm of our cosmopolis. They cannot be trusted with the commonweal. Most Talmud-believing Jews require adult supervision. Metaphorically, Jerusalem is this imagined cosmopolis. It is no Crusader prize or Muslim shrine, or Capital for the Israeli Mafia. True, the rock of Abraham is there but it cares for itself and has no need for the rants of bearded idolaters. The Kingdom of Industrial Repose is our Jerusalem of the mythos. It is built on the rock of ‘Revealed Knowledge’. It is Zion, a place of transcendence on Mt Moriah, which is metaphor for divine inspiration. Such enlightened waters are not palaces designed for Pontifex Maximus encyclicals or Messianic ravings from Jesus-people or swinging forelocks. Jerusalem represents a preternatural civilization. It is the City of He Who Decides, where communal will is kept busy with the peaceful industry of willful submission to divine purpose, which is what Amish and Mennonites do with enduring Puritan bias. Simply stated, Jerusalem is anywhere informed people decide to obey God Almighty. It is why a third temple will never be built. Jews can’t do it because the sacrifices required are good deeds for all of humanity. Besides this, He Who Decides these things already forbade it. Indeed, Herod’s temple was the Third, a fourth was attempted but swallowed by the earth under Julian the Apostate, and the ruins of yet another are on Elephantine Island. Reverence equates with respect, which equates with gratitude for the ability to enjoy the benefits of respiration and oxygenated blood flow. Its loss cancels communal goodwill along with divine order, as well as godly oversight and good-deed doing. Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn said the loss of reverence is responsible for all twentieth Century catastrophes at the hands of Amorites like the Rothschild and Orsini clans. There are others. They own The Circus Immoral. It is Satan’s Kingdom. Jerusalem is, therefore, not in Palestine but in every community where one finds the industrious repose of Peace on Earth & Good Will to All at work—a place of wheat minus tares because tares are incapable of peaceful industry. Like Cain, they live from usury and the cunning enslavement of their neighbors. So then, just as a physical ecumene of whatever size depends on respiratory processes in continuity with a suitable atmosphere and functionally ensouled organisms evaginated from God knows where, so also peaceful human dwelling entirely depends on unity in a good-willed enterprise. This unity of purpose is what Jesus described when he said: “I and the Originator are united in purpose,” which has been erroneously translated as “I and the Father are one.” He also said, “He or she who does the will of the Originator/Creator is my mother, brother and sister;” clearly indicating a body politic or tabernacle community. Ancient Israel under the prophets (prior to David and Saul) was meant to establish and propagate this cosmopolis then export its formulae as G-d’s chosen example of successful human governance, with G-d as King, within and without at micro and macro levels. Other prophets in other lands had similar tasks. However, Bani Israel dedicated themselves to low-life dust eating by rejecting God’s regency and Natural Laws (1.Sam.1–18), long before they rejected Jesus or Mohammad. They still demand a messianic monarch. Samuel wept just as Jesus wept over lost Jerusalem. All is metaphor. He warned them that thereafter, whenever they cried out for relief, the great I AM He Who Decides would ignore them. With the help of hand-clasping Lucifer, they vigorously pretend otherwise to this day. Figuratively, redeemed Jacob represents Israel, the body-politic or Son of the Man of God (Prophet = ‘son of man’) whose constituents submit to Natural Law and continue the ordering of earth as a test of everlasting worthiness. In the following essays, I reduce figurative Jerusalem and Zion to heterosexual marriage as an archetype from which all things human flow. This includes scientific inquiries and the Black Arts. The latter is understood as forbidden not impossible. The Heart of Zion, is its lion and Christ, demonstrated by the Mystical Heart of Rumi’s transcendent sensorium (502.5 ref 149). Its metaphysical reach is contiguous with the consciously evolved chora of sensus communis, which was unwittingly admitted by Nietzsche, a misanthrope who failed to find refuge in its temple of repose because he never happily married. This essential organ (marriage; a union of organ systems) is alive: its breathes as an electro-magnetically constrained but resonant soul, that allows us to “taste” (touch) all things and beings as they are, including God (spirit) [56]. Beginning with The Book of Genesis, I will now demonstrate that the optimized Dao of Human experience is only found in licit heterosexual marriage. 1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-wWBGo6a2w i. religare means ‘to bind’; hence: ‘as above, so below’) it is an act of magick

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