Of Secrets And Lies

Babylonian World Map

There's a stretch of rather arid land at the eastern edge of the Mediterranean Sea.

Geologically, it is rather unremarkable, but for one of the saltiest bodies of water on Earth.

Geographically, it is the nexus point between southern Europe, Africa, the Middle East and Asia Major.  There also happen to be three major world religions that claim the area as birthplace of their faiths.

While the land is pretty much worthless in itself, it is without doubt the hottest piece of political and religious (not that there's much difference between the two) real estate on the planet.

Because it is a strategic land bridge between four major continents, and before the dawn of air travel, was one of the busiest land routes around, dozens of powers have sought and gained control of it.  Wikipedia lists Ancient Egyptians, Canaanites, Ancient Israelites, Assyrians, Babylonians, Persians, Ancient Greeks, Romans, Byzantines, the Sunni Arab Caliphate, the Shia Fatimid Caliphate, Crusaders, Ayyubids, Mameluks, Ottomans, the British and modern Israelis and Palestinians as a partial list of Men Who Would Be Kings.

All of these groups, save one, are actual historical peoples.  They are documented in multiple sources and have left ample traces of themselves in the historical record.  In some cases, they still exist, at least in some form or another.

The lone exception is a group called Israelites.  There is only one historical source that names this people.  It's called the Bible, and the veracity of its stories, outside of legend and myth, has never been proven.
According to this book, a man named Yah-Kov gets into a fight with a mysterious stranger in the middle of the night.  Yah-Kov wins the fight and the stranger runs off into the dark.  Yah-Kov then has a dream in which he sees angels running up and down a mythical stairway from a specific hilltop in a place we now call Jerusalem.  So, he changes his name to Is-ra-el (fights with God - says so in the book), which is a combination of the names of three Egyptian/Babylonian gods: Isis, Amun Ra, and Beel.

Subsequently, Is-ra-el's son Yoshe gets sold to Egyptian slave traders and ends up doing pretty damn good in Egypt.  His descendants live there for nearly 500 years until a character named Moishe comes along and decides that Egypt isn't big enough for his followers (who worship a single sun god) and the Pharaoh, whose people like a pantheon of gods.  He claims his god revealed the name, Yah-Weh, to him from a burning bush, even though the name Yah-Weh appears on clay tablets nearly a thousand years before that.

Yah-Weh, coincidentally, means "I Am," which happens to be one of the many titles of a Babylonian god by the name of Marduk, whose personality nicely parallels the Yah-Weh character.  And Marduk/Yah-Weh far out-dates even the oldest scholarly dates for the origin of the Bible Part I, Exodus chapter.

Moishe gets into a battle of magic with Pharaoh's gang and eventually end up running for their lives into the desert, where they wander around for 40 years until this character, Yah-Weh tells Moishe to go slaughter an entire nation of people called Canaanites, and take the land as their own.  Nice guy, this Yah-Weh, god of love and compassion at the point of a bloody sword.

Kind of reminds one of a certain Nobel Peace Prize winner who has done anything but cause peace anywhere in the world.

This is all fine and good, except there's no, let me repeat that, NO documentary evidence for Yah-Kov, Is-ra-el, Yoshe, Moishe, Isa-ak (father of Yah-Kov), Hebrews, or any of the events told in this Biblical tale.  You'd think that if Pharaoh had gotten into a tussle with a bunch of uppity 'slaves' and high-tailed it through parted seas, he's want to write it down somewhere, right?  I mean, famines, plagues and all the first-born males dying, followed by pillars of fire and seas parting...hell, even if I lost that fight, I would definitely make a note in the records not to mess with Yah-Weh or Is-ra-el or Moishe again.

Temple of Sol-Amun

Later in the book, a guy named Sol-Amun (two names for sun gods) gets the nod from Yah-Weh and goes on another bloodfest in the region.  In thanks, Sol-Amun builds a temple on the highest hill he can find.  By every description, this temple resembles many structures in Egypt, both in lay-out and in technique.  His alledged son, Dah-Wid, also gets the nod from Yah-Weh to run around killing Philistines, and particularly a giant named Goliath, which is an echo of the Noahide flood, which ostensibly was caused by Yah-Weh to kill off a race of giants that had infested Earth.

At any rate, the temple stands until the Babylonians destroy it and take all the folks living nearby as slaves.  After a few hundred years, those slaves break out and rebuild the temple, which then stood until Part II of the Bible.

The problem here is, by Part II, there are no Hebrews, Israelites, Israel, or any of that.  In fact, by all accounts in the Bible, Israel is simply a collective name for a group of people.  Has nothing to do with nations or anything like that.

There's only a land called Palestine, which had been called Palestine for quite some time by the opening pages of Part II.  The Romans control the real estate and they are constantly being buggered by some folks called Jews.  There's ample references to a land called Canaan, and one called Judea, which we are left to assume is the home turf of the Jews (Jew...Judea..makes sense).  However, as far as the Romans are concerned, the whole stinking mess is called Palestine, and that's that.

Moving along, in AD70, the Jews foment revolution, which the Romans brutally put down, and just to keep them all quiet, the Romans destroy the temple, too.

Time marches on.  Roman converts to Christianity and later the pope sends a bunch of mean blokes on missions called Crusades, to secure the Holy Land for all of Christendom.  One group in particular, the Knights Templar, take and secure the ruins of the temple, and to make sure other folks can't find it, they start calling the old Roman governor's palace the Temple Mount.  The idea being that if someone comes to try to take the temple away, they will go to the wrong place.

The Templars find something under the temple ruins that makes them fabulously wealthy.  No one really knows what it was, but they returned to Europe with untold riches and set up modern banking with it.  They grew so powerful, that even the popes trembled.  Ultimately, on Friday the 13th, they were summarily slaughtered or imprisoned.

Roughly about this time, several groups spring into being, the Freemasons most notable among them.  But, off in a dark corner of history, another group called the Ashkenazi come to light.

The Ashkenazi practice Jewish rites and use the Hebrew alphabet for their sacred writings, though the language they use differs significantly from the original Hebrew in grammar and meaning.  Centuries later, by the dawn of the 20th century, everyone had come to call them Jews, though they weren't Semitic people and their origins were quite clearly in the Middle Ages.

These Ashkenazi, over centuries, had become the bankers of Europe.  They counted amoung their ranks the House of Rothschild, which owns roughly half the wealth on Earth (look it up).  The Ashkenazi also owned significant amounts of real estate and by dint of being landlords, held the fate of a great number of folks in their hands.

As bankers, the Ashkenazi re-instituted the Templar system of paper money and charging interest.  By the 1930s, this banking system had caused a massive imbalance in the economic system, such that a deep and devastating Depression has settled in.

In Germany, the fall of the Weimar Republic was particularly bad, with inflation running completely amok.  A fellow by the name of Adolph Hitler wrote in his book, "Mein Kampf," (well worth the read) that his studies laid the blame for the economic woes at the feet of fractional reserve banking and usury, both central functions of the then-current banking system, and that banking system was run by the Ashkenazi, who called themselves Jews.  And that banking system controlled the entire Western world.

The Nazis (not to be confused with the Ashkenazis) made it a central plank of their party platform to tear down the fractional reserve banking system and begin issuing 'debt-free' money, which coincidentally, they did.  Being justifiably upset with what the banksters had done to the world, and especially Germany, the Nazis began a pogrom against the banksters and Freemasons, which later widened out into anything and anyone calling themselves Jewish

Meanwhile, a group called Zionists had been trying to take over the Holy Land for about a hundred years.  They were constantly committing atrocities against the Palestinians, instituting riots, causing terror attacks, and so on (look it up).  They weren't getting very far very fast, because...well, the Palestinians had nowhere else to go.  Besides that, they were a bit upset, since Jews, Christians and Muslims had lived just fine in the area for nigh on a thousand years.  The Zionists, however, wanted  the Temple Mount (not the one we all know) back, because something under it was a source of great power.

Seeing an opportunity in the righteous anger of the German people, the Zionists agitated to enlarge the pogrom to horrific proportions.  Their purpose was to get as many Ashkenazi Jews killed as they could.  It didn't matter that it was their own people, it was worth the sacrifice (to them) in order to achieve a larger purpose.

By the end of the war, over 54 million people (including the 50 million Russians that no one ever talk about) had died.  They were Ashkenazi, Freemasons, Catholics, Gypsies, mental and genetic dysfunctionals, and just about anyone the Nazis considered to be at the root of all the socio-political ills of the day.

The Secret of Tetrahedral Physics

This wholesale slaughter was then used by the Zionists to ram through the newly formed United Nations their long-fought goal of taking Palestine once again.  It didn't matter that the Ashkenazi weren't Semitic people, or that their claims to the land were based solely on a work of fiction, or that the Zionists were the invisible hand behind the Holocaust.  It didn't matter all the atrocities they had committed in the region for a century, or the ones they committed in taking over the land.

The Zionists had the blessing of the world (i.e. the UN Security Council), and the Palestinians were just going to have to get used to it.

There's so much more to this story, but we can begin to see the outline of a terrible lie that has been foisted on the people of the world, and which has caused untold suffering, not only among the Palestinians, but millions of dead across Europe and the Middle East.  And all because of some secret that lies or had lain, under the ruins on the Temple Mount (the real one).  A secret so valuable that it is at the very core of European history for the past 1,200 years, and is at the very root of the bankster cabal.

US Federal Reserve Bank - New York

One teensie-weensie little problem.  The REAL Temple Mount is located in East Jerusalem.  East Jerusalem is the claimed capitol of the new Palestinian state.  Because of that, the Zionists/Banksters can not allow the Palestinians independence, and they can not admit why, or risk losing everything they have killed and destroyed to get for centuries.

The Secret and the Lie are at the heart of the Central Banks, the military-industrial complex, the western space programs, and nearly every secret society in western civilization.

And now you know...

Resolved: Fresh Resolutions

I've never been one for New Year's resolutions. They are pretty much forgotten within hours of making them, and nothing about some magical date is going to change behavior that has taken years to acquire. And once bronken, I start to get depressed because I have failed at my earnest intentions, and that just leads to Xanx abuse and a methadone habit that is just one more resolution to break next year.

So better to stop before it starts, I always say.

What I decided years ago was to make resolutions that can't be broken, which protects my fragile self-esteem and gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling a victory every year.

So examples? Well, this year I have resolved to eat something. I resolved to get my hair cut. I resolved to change the sheets on the bed this year. I've resolved to brush my teeth, read a book and watch more than one movie before 2012.

The beauty of this scheme is that I've already kept most of my resolutions, and it's only January 3rd. I have kept my promises to myself, built of my fagile self-esteem and I feel like a winner all at the same time!

One thing that has always mystified me, though, is why January 1st? Of all the cosmically and strologically significant dates trough-out the year, why the dead of northern winter, and if it must, then why not winter solstice or something like that? After all, January 1st has become one of the few, if not the only truly global holidays, even though there are half a dozen other new year celebrations throughout the year.

Turns out the answer is a complete jumble of different traditons. Of course, the damn Romans figure into this, as they do in just about everything, it seems. To begin with, the month of January is named after the Roman god Janus, who had two faces, one looking at the future and the other lokking at the past. He was the god of, among other things, doors and new beginnings. So far so good.

Now, it happens that European christians in the Middle Ages drwq up calendars by writing the months in columns beginning with January. After all, it was named ofter the god of new bigginings, right? Kind of like the convention of starting weeks on Sunday or Monday, depending on how your personal calendar was designed.

Now, under the old Julian calendar, the year would have started on January 14, by our current reckoning.. When the calendar was reformed by Pope Gregory XIII, in the 1100s, it whacked off 11 days to move some feasts back to their traditional dates of celebration (they had shifted over time since the Julian calendar didn't correct for the quarter day left over each year). The Russian and Greek Orthodox chruches still use the Julian calendar, which is why they celebrate Christmas on January 6th and New Year's on January 14th.

So that's part of the story. The other part is those whacky pagans in northern Europe that had a holiday called Yule. Yule was/is a winter festival whose central idea is 'reviving the Sun' during the darkest part of the northern solar cycle. It involved, among other things, setting up evergreen trees, burning special logs, lots of eating and drinking, setting out food for the house-elf (Harry Potter anyone?), and exchanging gifts on the last day of the holiday, which was what? You guessed it. New Year's day.

Most of those practices have been absorbed into what most people today think of as Christmas traditions. The house-elf has been replaced by Santa Claus, thanks to Coca-Cola. The exchange of small, carved, magical figurines has been replaced with an orgy of consumer secularism. But, the basics are still there.

Ultimately, what we have here is a fusion of Roman, Celtic pagan and even Asian traditions. After all, the use of fireworks, horns and other noise-makers is an old Asian ctustom to scare off evil spirits. Obviously, the holiday has become a global one because it incorporated somethng from so many different traditions.

We can't forget that for the purposes of business and accounting, you have to start the year somewhere, so you have a cut-off point and a roll-over point. Since Janus was the god of new beginnings, heck, just as well to choose January 1st. Nice thing about Indonesia is we get four New Year holidays. The next is March 3rd, for Imlec, the Chinese New Year. The there's the Hindu and Muslim new years coming up later. About the only one we don't get here is the Jewish New Year.

It's always been amazing to me how the Romans have gotten their paws into just about everything everywhere. How did they do that? And why do we still have months named after Julius and Augustus? And why are the last four months of the year named after Roman numbers, and the wrong ones at that?! I guess it's for the same reason our days are named after heavenly bodies and Norse gods, or that there are seven days in a week because that was how many things moved in the sky when the Babylonians looked up. So many vestiges of ancient things, and we so rarely think about them.

Everything old is new again, I guess.

Why Worry About Facts?

"Do you want to accompany me go to the chruch?" she asks in the standard Englishnesian syntax.

Can't think of anything I would less like to do, frankly. Two hours of hellfire and damnation speeches interspersed with over-loud rock-beat music and people speaking some kind of jibberish sold as 'the language of the angels.' Just doesn't appeal to me, especially since they generally completely mangle the facts.

"But it's Christmas," she protests.

Exactly. One of the most fact-deprived holidays of the christian calendar.

"It's Jesus' birthday. You must go to church," she protests.

Ah, just the opening I was hoping for. I love it when people step in the middle of their own ignorance. She's holding her modern mistranslation of previously mistranslated versions of The Book. I ask if I may see it.

I flip to Matthew. Ah, here it is...the shepherds were tending their flocks in the firlds when angels appeared in the heavens. I avoid the temptation to go into the validity of UFO sightings in biblical times and stick with the facts.

So, Jesus was born on December 25th, right?

"Yes, of course," she confidently replies.

I open Google and search for average weather patterns in Israel, a country which did not exist 2,000 years ago. Just as I suspected. December is the coldest, wettest and windiest month of the year. What damn fool shepherd would be tending his flocks in the fields in the dead of winter? But just to be sure, I look up current weather conditions in Bethlehem, a city which did not exist 2,000 years ago. Hmmm...10C, which is what? 50F, with a chance for rain. Sounds like perfect camp-in-the-field-with-sheep conditions to me.

"Things were different back then," she protests.

Oh, so global warming has made the region colder in the last 2,000 years? A familiar argument. Al Gore's been using it also. I understand. It's difficult when facts get in the way of a good story. So I click over to Roman fastivals, since Rome was around 2,000 years ago.

Would ya look at that...December 25th is the Roman fastival of the Birth of the Invincible Sun God. Gee, do you think there's a connection? After all, every modern christian faction is a break-away from the ROMAN church, which is a vestige of the ROMAN empire, which celebrates its rituals in basilicas, which originally were ROMAN indoor markets.

I'm just sayin'.

She has that blank look on her face that tells me that, like most christians, she has already turned off and tuned out. Most people don't want to hear facts that get in the way of fun fairy tales. But, I'm on a roll here.

So I launch into how Buddha and Mohammad were actual historical figures, whose lives are independently documented. Even Hinduism has evidence that their panteon may be based on actual, historical people and events millions of years ago, though the jury is still out. Christianity, however, requires one to take on faith that there was someone named Yeshua, who was a carpenter by trade, and who, at the age of 30, changed the world, leaving not a single historical trace of his existance.

However, there are remarkable similarieties between his story and a much older one, the story of Osiris, Isis and Horus. It's all there: virgin births through miraculous means, death and resurrections (using trees and 3 days, no less), betrayers (Seth), physical ascentions into heaven, all of it. There's even the strange way that Egypt keeps popping up in the whole Gospel storyline, not to mention numbers like 3, 13, 33 and so on.

It's still early and I haven't had enough coffe yet, so I avoid getting into the whole discussion on the etimological similarities between the names Osiris and Jesus, or the wine and bread rituals used by Egyptians and christians alike.

I really didn't want to get into Amun Ra, the highest of all Egyptian gods, the father Sun, whose name is used by many major religions when imploring the deity for favors. "Amen," "amin," "ohm," nearly everyone says, after they pray fro victory or wealth or another man's stuff. Nor did I want to get into the whole symbolism of the single eye of Amn Ra, or the All-Seeing Eye, or even the Indonesian word for "sun," matahari, which literally means 'eye of the day.'

She was still blankly staring at me, waiting for my response. Facts had completely unphased her. It's always the same argument. You have to make a leap of faith. You have to clear your mind and accept Jesus into your heart. And really, that's the problem. I can't turn off my rational mind and just swallow fairy tales as truth, especially when someone wants my hard-earned money to tell me that I'm a sinner for not following blindly in just the right way.

Nor can I accept religion. To me, it's just pro sports writ large. This team against that team. these players are stronger than those players. Killing millions to prove that this fairy tale is 'mo betta' than that one.

I can't believe that three gods are really just one. I can't believe that peace comes through war. I can't believe that love is proved by hate. I can't believe that law is established through chaos. My mind refuses to accept that black is white. I even have a hard time suspending disbelief at the movies. All I see up there is special effects, actors, lighting, camera angles, propaganda.

A control system is a control system, no matter how benign it purports to be. I do not follow. i do not lead, for that matter. I just present facts, research and think. Then I act on what I find.

I sure as hell don't want to be berated, sung to and babbled at for two hours, then asked to pay for the priviledge.

She was still waiting for my answer, as if my 38 minute diatribe had simply not occured.

OK, if it makes you happy, I'll go with you.

"Good, go take a bath," she ordered.

Now them's fightin' words.