Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The God of High Places


It is time for you to hear this, whether it be dangerous knowledge or not. Understanding the methods and motives of the worship of the God of High Places is very important for the future viability of the human race. I am just a squirrel, eating an acorn in the boughs of the tree of life, but the knowledge of the God of High Places has been transmitted, and must be shared across the entire tree, from root to tip. The first thing that you should know is that the God of High Places is a belly God. The second thing you should know is that that belly is never full. The third thing you should know is that unless you're the elect, you've got a good chance of being dinner. Why are you on the plate, you might ask? Because the God of High Places demands sacrifice.

This is his way, and I say "he" consciously, because the God of High Places is very much aligned with the masculine force of the universe. This God is currently fucking the Earth for his own pleasure, with the help of many servants across the globe. You can call this God a metaphor, if it makes you sleep better, and indeed, this God works as a metaphor, a shape-shifter across the planes. But whatever name he might be called, the hungry belly God has always been the same God. All through human history, there have been times and cultures where this God has risen to the top of the hierarchy. He is the God of High Places, and the heights are where he is most comfortable. To occupy those high places in order to best serve him is the gift he offers to those that are willing to play their part.

Let me go back into my akashic records to tell you of the first time I met this God. It was on the outskirts of the burgeoning Aztec empire, and I was a farmer. It was my first field sown as a man, and my seeds were well-planted and were coming up well. My corn was coming up strong, and I was almost certain that such a yield would attract my chosen woman to become my partner for life. I looked forward to the harvest with great joy. It was a month from the harvest when the Aztecs visited us. It was not a social visit, as they burned our crops and let us know that we were dependent on them to survive over the coming year. We had become their slaves, and our land was now theirs.

Being a young and healthy man at the time, the fires of vengeance burned brightly in my heart, and I rallied several of my tribesman to fight back against the Aztecs. We were few, so we used the tactics that the few should always use when confronting the many. Stealth attacks, making use of the knowledge of the land to retreat, quick raids to keep ourselves fed. But we were too few, and the Aztecs eventually found us, and led us by the neck to their city. It was built in the center of a great lake, with long bridges leading in. We had never seen so many people in one place, as we had always lived within our boundaries.

But the knowledge of what was to come made it hard to enjoy our experience in the metropolis. We were to be the sacrifice for the harvest. Our blood would be fed to Huitzilopochtli, which was the name of the God of High Places in that time and place. The belly God was hungry, and we were to be dinner. I wish that I could say that this story ended well, but it didn't. I was led up the stairs of the central pyramid, the blood from the hundreds of sacrifices before me staining the steps a pattern of dull and bright red. I was laid down on the altar, and my heart was cut from my chest by a priest in amazing finery. As I died, I understood who I had been sacrificed to, and I also got to see the view of the entire city below. It was a beautiful and terrible moment.

The God of High Places had taken me, but my soul wasn't his, and I was able to see the reward of the priests that served him. In life, the priests got the view, and all the trappings of wealth and power that the God of High Places bestows. But in death... There are no words for that, and the price paid is much too high. Understand that I don't expect you to believe any of this story, if it helps, just think of it as a metaphor. I have been the sacrifice to the God of High Places before. I have been held to the table, and had my will and person violated at the core to serve the hungry belly that's never full. I recognize this God now, and I don't hate him. I just think he sucks, and is a terrible being to worship.

Perhaps you are wondering how to recognize this God at work in the world right now. The truth is that he always hides in plain sight. Who has the view? Where is the pyramid? The thing to remember is that those with the view have the power to run the programs. Those with the view are always talking about sacrifice, but never sacrificing themselves. We have arrived at the point where the priests are global, which is one of the reasons why this time in history is so full of crisis and change. Are you catching what I'm throwing yet? Do you know who the priests are?

Well, if you're not catching it yet, I'll give you some more time to think about it while I break down the reasons that the priests are able to hide in plain sight. Think of the pyramid on a human scale, the way you get to the top is by crawling over the backs of everyone else. At the top of the pyramid, where the best view is, you are standing on the metaphorical shoulders of nearly everyone else in your structure. The real power of the priests is to build the consent of those that carry the burden as a matter of course. In the Aztec empire, the blood sacrifice was just a part of life, demanded by the Gods. The only way the priests could get to that position was by using the fear of the Gods to keep the rest of the pyramid in line. People of good moral and ethical conscience will simply say "That's just the way things are, we can't change the way things are."

This is the main reason that the God of High Places can rule a culture. Those who want the view will fight to get it, and even those that don't want the view will enforce the structure that allows it because they believe it's just a fact of nature. So, now it's time to expose the God of High Places. The God of the empty belly rules the market system at this point in time. His priests occupy the rooms in the skyscrapers across the world that the common folk can't get to. We serve at the leisure of the priests and their strange God, because we believe that the market is "just the way things are." Our sacrifice is just beginning in the Developed nations, but has been ongoing in the "developing" nations.

This global priesthood of elite worshipers has catapulted many to the highest view so far attainable in human culture. As the world struggles with economic downturn, the priest class consumes and attains a greater and greater share of the world's resources. We allow this to happen, because unconsciously we've been programmed to believe that the invisible hand of the market is a fact of nature. The truth is that the invisible hand belongs to the God of High Places and it is becoming more visible day by day. This is the hand that takes from the social safety net, and gives to the bank executives, it takes from the hungry children and gives to the commodity traders, it takes the shared resources of the Earth and gives in the form of ballooning bank statements to the elect. To the priesthood.

It's important to note that all of the elite are not of the priesthood, some get to the view through true force of character and world shaking ideas, but these people are the minority and do not call most of the shots. At the top of the pyramid, it is mostly blood and corruption, no matter how beautifully tailored the costumes are. The decisions that are made from that vantage point are geared towards two main directions. To keep the bottom of the pyramid from realizing how they're serving the top, while the bottom aspires for the same position, and to amass the resources of the world into the hands of the servants of the empty belly God. We are still his food, and will continue to be as long as the priests are successful in their main endeavors.

But the game is not over yet, and those that made the rules for the game fear greatly that we just decide as a people to stop playing. Let us figure out new ways to use the resources of the planet for the good of all, not just the few. Let us understand that we must work in balance with natural systems rather than at the expense of them. Let us understand that as the base of the pyramid, it is our own actions that support it. Let us look in the eye of the God of High Places and say, "I SEE YOU."

I am but a squirrel on the tree of life, but I have seen the God of High Places. Looking into my heart I have realized that I have been the food of the empty belly God in other lives. What I cannot do is stand silent in fear as the power of this God threatens to eat us as sacrifices to a never-ending, never lessening thirst for more. I am not afraid of the God of High Places, I have been on his altar before. I may be again, but it is tragedy not to stand strong when you see him standing in the power gained from the greed of the few. Fuck the view.

I SEE YOU

10 comments:

  1. I am sorry you feel that way. In my opinion, you saw the God of this word, not the sovereign God of the universe. Those "Krisschans" going to 501 c 3 churches are the god of this world's minions. HIS belly is the empty one that they help fill, and god turned away from them from the foundations of the world.

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  2. Michael, that was an excellent essay, and great metaphor. Glad to know you see reality so clearly, dire as it is. We have to look into the eyes of the beast in order to really understand what our options are for fighting it. Most people just don't care, unfortunately. They just take their lives of slavery for granted and assume there is no way out. Thanks for atttempting to wake a few up. -- Kit

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  3. Interestingly enough, the Leviathan entity from the Hellraiser movies was characterized as the "god of flesh, hunger, and desire".

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  4. @ Michelle- Why are you sorry I see things this way? Are you a monotheist that thinks that I'm lumping this God in with your concept of God? I'm definitely not, this is a very specific God that I'm talking about.

    @ Kit- Thanks for your kind words, I just hope it gets out there more. I'll keep writing though, as I've got a lot of things to say.

    @Loveandlight- Haven't really seen those movies for a long time. But thanks for your input.

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  5. Beautifully told amazing associations your point, clear as water. Hopefully everyone will wake up and will once and for all stop worshiping the God of High Place$

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  7. I've heard his voice come from our own class. MOAR he said, then "you want nothing? good, pursue nothing and off ya' go". Then I said, "Well, picture yourself with your beloved, swimming in a perfect lake on a perfect day with the perfect picnic at hand; no matter who you are, no matter how rich, right there is as good as it gets." He thought about it for a moment and was quiet. Then he changed the subject.

    Evidently Bliss is unknown to far too many.

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  8. Correct. The Lucifer Club. They serve their bellies, as you point out. But they still have to face the judgment of their ways. They are worse off than we serfs'. For it is impossible for a rich man to enter in the kingdom of heaven. Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them.

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  9. Great, thank you for being brave and sharing this; very interesting read. Even before I knew what Alchemical Hypnotherapy was or before I read Barbara Hand Clow's War in Heaven, I re-experienced a past life one night. Yeah, I can relate, although the past life I remember that relates to yours is in Spain in 1555. I was a woman who was burned at the stake because I was a midwife and practiced healing with herbs. As I was burning up in the flames, the Goddess gently said, "You don't have to stay in your body and experience all of this, you know." And with that I left my body and floated up and looked down, from up on high. Interesting.

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  10. While the view might be gorgeous, and the light blinding...... the smell of the rotting corpses on the path to the top is absolutely overwhelming.

    The view at the bottom, looking up at the immensity of the pyramid the God of High Places created is just as amazing. Down here you can see the beautiful, natural foundation on which the God of High Places builds his form. Down here you can see the chaos in all of its glorious possibilities. Down here are some pretty righteous folks too, that make some pretty kick ass art. I like these guys, they are my people.

    You know, I have seen the God of High Places many times. I didn't first recognize his existence till I was about 25. Then it became clear how ever present he was. It became clear that he was in plain site, often taking the form of many different people. Attempting to manipulate me into becoming his slave. Asking me to believe in the form of his pyramid. Inviting me to attempt to get to the top of his pyramid to enjoy the view.

    But the smell was unbearable. A most foul odor. I looked at the God of High Places, directly in the eyes (which is how you know you are talking to HIM), and I told him that while I respect and admire the intricacy and engineering of his great pyramid, and I respect the powerful force of his hunger, I cannot partake in it.

    I have seen HIM invite many people up to the top of his pyramid to feed on. And I recognize that, despite being a most foul smelling creature, he tends to make it very clear to me that should I take the rank path up his pyramid, it has to be of my own choice. I have to believe in his pyramid, and believe the view is beautiful, to ever foolishly trek up to the top of it.

    But I have something stronger than belief. I have knowledge. I know what his pyramid is and how its been made. I know the methods he uses to lead fools up to his drooling Snout. He's a very charming guy, very very smart. Knows a lot about the universe, history, medicine, recreational drugs, sex... you name it. I've laid in bed with him before. He is a most compassionate lover. But that's only because he's hungry. See the hunger drives him. You see it in his eyes.

    At one time, in the not too distant past, the God of High places was able to manipulate me with fear, with hate, with rage. But as I came to gnosis it became apparent that these were just the implements of his apparatus. I respect how his apparatus works, the fearful, the hateful, the enraged make for good meals... and once they are sacrificed, it becomes clear the folly that got them in his body. Hopefully they don't sell him their soul on the way.

    I respect his creation, for it is a most complicated form. And while I choose not to actively seek that it be dismantled, I will passively educate the wanderers i meet along my path. Hopefully, one day, when the are no more fools that believe in his view, his pyramid will shrivel. And he will once again be forced to come down and enjoy the view on the surface which he temporarily elevated himself from. Like I said, he's a real smart guy. We could use someone like that down here.

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