Alchemisland

I once conceived that the Tower of Babel, symbolically and mythologically represented the genetic retention of a prior evolutionary schism – the first schism, it may be said.

As all such deviations from the grand plan inhabit us at the cellular level, we are in effect walking haunted houses wrought of bone and flesh, a notion which must horrify at bedtime the children of worlds beyond physicality. In us resides also the shadow of life that longed to be but never was, atomic shadows obliterated into immortality. Some of these ghouls are helpful, like corpses deep in the catacombs clutching lifesaving maps. Perhaps, given time and circumstance, at auspicious astronomical configurations, those earlier failed forms might reify, rending flesh in their escape toward a great abortive birthing; miracles which mandate murder. At a sniff of evolutionary advantage, inert iterations which crave life and its luster will preside over anarchic epochs. The Genetic Zagreus will breach the girdle of his gaol within the thigh and wreak chimeric havoc.

An impossible existence commenced in a seizing underwater havocpool. Rude, primitive shapes clustered around the heat of alchemical sulfur vents deep beneath the sea. Catastrophe distributed the seeds of life, comets the messengers of successive ages of flame which sterilized, impermanently, the possibility of a planetary womb. With life came its opposite; the new and eager force of entropy fighting doggedly for its primacy in the new order.

Simple forms first clumped together in that bubbling darkness, the manifestation of dreams gestated in boiling beds. They abandoned their uniquity for a new strength and became something more. That pillar of clumped stellar forms stood like a menhir and strained upward, toward the light, but was cast down and reconfined to protozoan existence.

We retain genetic memories of this traumatic destruction of early complex life. It informs our mythologies of salvation and destruction, a destiny that concludes above us, and light from above us being divine.

Soon, we’ll discuss how Cannock Chase alien big cat and phantom alligator sightings are astral shadows from rituals conducted by Kenneth Grant and OTO affiliate groups, whose adherence in particular to African magical invocations may account for later visitations by astral baboons and disappearing jaguars.