THE ALPHA BET - a Humorous Parable
(Hue More Us, Pair-Able)
( - As published in April 06 Moon Shadows under Shaman’s Lynx. www.mnshadows.com and in April 06 Timeless Spirit under Wyrd Lynx www.timelessspirit.com )
"I will establish a savage; Man will be his name.
Blood I will mass, and cover bones to be.
Verily, savage-man I will create.
He will be charged with the service of the Gods
that they might be at ease."
- Enuma Elish (Sumerian Creation Myth)
Back in the days after the Creator Gods had biologically engineered human primates to turn them into a work force, then abandoned the planet when the mines ran out, two other groups of ET’s, both descendants of the Olde Gods, began to argue about their responsibility to the abandoned native life forms. The highly individualistic Sirians, who took their role as teachers seriously (or, Sirius-ly), felt the humans should be offered instruction if they asked, but otherwise allowed to work out their own destinies. Sink or swim. Live or die. Survive or turn the planet over to whatever more competent species of predator might replace them.
The Pleiadians (Play-Aid-ians), who were somewhat more compassionate, cuddly and community-oriented, insisted on a more protective approach. They wanted to gather the bewildered bipeds up into guarded rural enclaves, which they called Guard Dens, of which there were to be 5: A-Den, B-Den, C-Den, D-Den, and the largest, E-Den. The humans would have their memories erased to protect them from the horrors of the past. They would live in a Zen-like state of innocence and be called Den-E-Zens of PlAN NET URTH (URTH U R THe ones you are). Unaware of the passage of time, they would be, in effect, I-Mortals. And, as the saying goes, live ‘happily ever after’. Though of course, ‘after’ would have no meaning for them; nor would ‘before’. That is, they would not be for or against anything or anyone. And so would continue in perfect, if also perfectly blank, bliss and tranquility.
These 'inner teachers' were a raucus lot. They were equally apt to show up in my dreamscape in the image of Plato or Pluto, Einstein or Elvis, the Goddess Isis or Mae West. But other times they claimed to be a tribe of primitives, the land-dwelling males looking rather wolfish (though with hands), and the females living in the sea like mermaids with long green hair. What their mating rituals were like I won't try to describe. This outlandish appearance, and their tendency to shapeshift, they claimed said something about who they were, but equally a great deal about who I was. Because, according to them, I was actually one of them. A magician or magi. A part of their clan, tribe or nation. Specifically, we were all magicians, members of the tribe of the I Magi Nation. And that collectively, by our spellings and our visions (our imagination), we created the world.
And thus we left our Pastor-All innocence of being Den-E-Zens of the Guard Den, and have been forced to learn to become City-Zens of a wider, both more tempting and tempestuous world.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really
a large matter - it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning."
- Mark Twain
The Sirians were not quite so ruthless as their philosophy might make them seem. And so they left the humans a gift called the Alphabet or Alpha-Bet, the alpha or first gamble. The gamble was that we would survive. And even prosper.
To understand the Alpha-Bet, it is important to know that the name of God at
the time the alphabet was created was El. As in the Biblical Elohim, El Elym,
or El Shaddai. All of which are plural nouns, which is to say, ‘the Gods’.
The Alpha-Bet is composed of letters or let-ers, givers of permission for energy states to take place. Letters are either Vowels, or (VOW-EL’S; Vows of El) promises of God. Or Consonants con-sonants, ‘soundings with’, descriptions of the energy patterns through which the Gods keep their promises.
Letters spell words, and words are castings of spells. Words are placed in
sentences, because we are sentenced to live by the spells we cast.
And isn’t that the best joke in the world? That our world becomes so much more colorful and vivid, so much more Hue More Us, when we know how to cast our spells? And shape our fates?
Thus we are pair-able to merge our Play-Aid-ian parentage with our Sirius heritage to create our Sense-You-All and Spear-It-To-You-All Whirleds?
W e are the GURU (G, U R U; gee, you are you), the IMAM (I aM who i AM), the ALLAH (ALL AH, all the exclamation of being present) the MESSIAH (ME aS I AHm). the ISIS (she IS who she IS), the JESUS (JEe, he’S US)? That we are the Gods who have created us?
Isn’t that the best joke ever?
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Angelynx. A divination deck. John Sacelli. Chris Deschaine.