SUMMARY OF ANGEL MURDERS
Mixing the oracles of Bunuel with seed caches of the chosen and the damned hybrid species of USDA labs, human and alien clones hybridizing in their own web at the same time wound around with beautiful counterfeits, angels tell them apart. "Wheat seeds first exude a milky substance like sweet corn as they ripe. When the seeds pass the milk stage they can be punctured without oozing. Then the harvest begins. The grains need to harden before they're ready.” This comes with a merry ho, ho, ho! See this also here: http://infii.weebly.com/ae-reiff.html
ANGEL MURDERS
The Seduction-- wheat and tares sown together.
Angel Murders and Balaam’s Ass: The Defense of Ben-Gurion (1886-1983 ) of Guilt in the Exterminador
In the holocaust Israel is Balaam.
Ben-Gurion is the ass.
He read Buñuel as Quixote,
which angels he had from the 1956 Sinai Campaign.
Because Balaam’s corruption of the people in his advice to Balak is separated from the main account of his prophecies it is not immediately obviously some statement about praise leaders and their groupies,
Don’t Mix Seed
Dear Madam:
Given the conditions sketched below the best the world offers is its doctrine of the shadow, seeing through its eyes, evoking compassion for all the ill it causes/embodies. This is the doctrine of wheat and tares sown together, so that no matter how many or how much the flaw they can all be redeemed. They thinki.
Grendel, the giants of Enoch, human alien hybrids, different seeds sown together, wait to find out who they are, for they do not know themselves or one another in the present field. How they cannot know is the mystery. If this shadow is Platonic, circles round a bonfire in a cave of prisoners in a dioscurian discordian Byzantine politics, the shadow that fails to sit to bring in the rest of Plato, then the false leads to the true and the true leads to the good and the good is the glory.
Zimri, which means musician, is taken with Cozbi, meaning liar, in the tent. The women of Moab were so equipped they could pull down their blouses and pop out a medallion of Baal that their suitors would fall down and worship. These favors made devotion out stripping Israel. Zimri, once a wise and respected man chosen by Moses to be a leader (Deuteronomy 1:15 and Numbers 23:9), also means "celebrated." He was a man of standing until he met the decitful Cozbi, but the women get the blame. It was said that Moses should vex the Midianites for they vexed him with their wiles, beguiled his leaders in the matter of Peor. So Cozbi, the daughter of a prince of Midian, was slain with ZIMri in the day of the plague for Peor’s sake (24.18). It sounds like she was a sacrifice. Before Zimri knew it, he'd been snared. It's interesting to note that Cozbi, the woman responsible for Zimri's downfall, was the daughter of Zur; which means, "rock." Cozbi was a daughter of rock and Zimri was a praise leader.
Balaam had advised Midian to send these smoldering hot babes into the camps to seduce the leaders of the people. Dudes in flame would do anything. Balaam told the king to have the women whip out that image of the one true Balaal, Balaal Peor, at the right moment and make that guy kneel to worship the image until snot ran out of his nose. Forgive this euphemism. They took down their pants in front of Baal Peor and evacuated on the spot, after which they could have what they wanted. That was fine counsel, the next most devastating betrayal after the golden calf at the beginning of the wilderness sojourn, when Moses ground the golden calf to powder and made everybody drink (Ex. 32.20). When Balaam was killed this was no less a question than any Plato’s circle.
Balak was the king of Moab who practiced this warfare that got 24,000 leaders of Israel killed after they had just come out of Egypt. Insider knowledge for sure. The leaders of Moab saw that when Israel was victorious supernaturally they killed the giants Sihon and Og so they thought to subvert this power.
These people used all kinds of divinations. They asked someone who grew up in Midian the source of their power and were told it lay only in the mouth, so to counter that they sent to a like power, an ally named Balaam, a prophet, to curse them, but he could not. At first he refused to even travel with them, but at the last did so, against his oracles and that’s when the angel stood in his way, which should have told Balaam that his way was perverse. However even with these hinderances he went on to give counsel to Balak which was to break down the moral fence, to freely offer the women to prostitution.
So really the episode with the ass is in the middle of the tale, like an emblem, which shows important aspects, which we might not think so important next to the 24,000 that polluted themselves. Their quarantine, much moralized later by the nations, was as if nothing before exceeded their own national excesses. Balaam, on that road where one is resolved to go, will go. Go with the men. With permission, but reluctant. Balaam went with the princes of Balak in spite of the angel, as if to say a reluctant permission had been given in contempt. From the top of the rocks Balaam, son of Beor, surveyed Israel, called to live alone, to not reckon itself as among the nations, of which a full end shall be made. Don’t plough an ox and ass together. Don’t sow a field with two different kinds of seed.
So Balak took Balaam to the top of Peor to build altars. From the top of Peor Balak foresaw Israel punished for Peor. From there he took up his parable, so Balaam told Balak to tempt their lusts. For they were not to mix the seed. Make them fall by the women of Midian, Behold they were an enticement of the children of Israel through the word of Balaam. Numbers 31.16. Here’s how to make them sin, and if you don’t they will kill you, which was not so good advice because they did when Balak did. Balaam, I will give you counsel to commit whoredom with the daughters of Moab:
When anyone’s passions overpower him and he said to her, “submit to me,” she took out for him an image of Peor from her bosom, saying to him “first prostrate yourself before this.” It was so named because they bared their buttocks and relieved themselves before it as a ceremony.
So Zimra and Crobzi were pierced between the two cheeks and the maw. This sounds like Ishtar and Gilgamesh, Ishtar and the Gardener, Ishtar and the world. So while the same world wants to be seduced, dreams of it on buses, in cabs, meaning men of course, Ishtar, Babylon, the ritual prostitutes drain the cups of all these men in order to…and that is the secret…possess their seed! Mix it in the field, come up with a hybrid. Grill the kid in its milk. So when Israel joined himself to Baal-Peor all the offending heads were hung in the sun.
So Phineas killed Zimri and Cozbi. So all this could have been prevented. Who cannot say that? It sounds anticlimactic unless we know this when John writes, "But I have a few things against thee, because thou hast there them that hold the doctrine of Balaam, who taught Balak to cast a stumblingblock before the children of Israel, to eat things sacrificed unto idols, and to commit fornication." Revelations 2:14
"I found Israel Like grapes in the wilderness; I saw your fathers as the first fruits on the fig tree in its first season. But they went to Baal Peor and separated themselves to that shame; They became an abomination like the thing they loved." Hosea 9:10
"Now Israel remained in Acacia Grove, and the people began to commit harlotry with the women of Moab. They invited the people to the sacrifices of their gods, and the people ate and bowed down to their gods. So Israel was joined to Baal of Peor, and the anger of the LORD was aroused against Israel." Numbers 25:1-3
"They have forsaken the right way and gone astray, following the way of Balaam the son of Beor, who loved the wages of unrighteousness." II Peter 2:15
St. Jerome reported that statues of Baal-Peor he encountered in Syria depicted the god with a phallus in his mouth.
"Woe to them! For they have gone in the way of Cain, have run greedily in the error of Balaam for profit, and perished in the rebellion of Korah." Jude 1:11
But it’s hard to talk to angels without a crowd of political coaching by king Balak at Balaam’s counsel. beyond our knowing.
Do drugs, dementia or politics explain Zimri taking the daughter of the Midian king in full view of the camp? They were mourning the death by plague of 24,000. Zimri took his chance. Was he nuts? Was it a rebellion to supplant Moses, with religious overtones? No commentators reference Balaam in the act. The act itself was the means by which the participants were joined to or became one with Baal; the act itself was the means of worship by which Baal was sought to cross over and indwell the participants.
Chimeric Splicing
How Balaam Gots His Ass
I asked Maimonides how the angel Elohim could be seen by the most wicked of men. That’s the title he gives Laban, “most perfectly wicked man.” So if the wicked see angels what about the good? It’s an imperfect evil if both Laban and Balaam can see an angel. Maimonides’ Guide of the Perplexed says an ass can see it too.
A guy bends over his ass, but just can’t see it behind, is that the sense of it? The kingdom of heaven’s in but the angel of the ass is behind?
I talk to myself in my journal, to Buñuel too, he’s dead, and to Balaam.
Balaam said he advised the Midianite king to seduce the leaders of the people, to send his red hot smoking babes into their camps smoldering, and when the dudes were all in flames and would do literally anything to get mud, told the king to have these babes whip out of their bodices an image of the one true Balaal, Balaal Peor and make that guy with the four hour nemesis kneel before the image and swear worship it until snot ran out of the image of its nose. This was the fine counsel of the prophet, whose next-most devastation after the golden calf was the beginning of the sojourn was to take down his trousers, but not as you think, and evacuate on the spot. More Hollywood. Then they could have what they wanted. I mean you could have what you wanted when Balaam was killed, less right than the load of questions from the open circle, but it’s hard to talk to angels without a crowd.
I asked Buñuel what he could see if angel wiped out towns he didn’t believe in? When the angel aide-de-camp of Israel surrounded Sennacherib’s Army it took 186,000. “The hills were full of horses and chariots” around Elijah. How many angels does it take to defeat a man? Buñuel gives Malak HaShem on film not quite the Great Army we saw. Only one came out with Elisha, Isaiah and King David. At Yom Kippur thisappeared in the 1948 and Six Days War. Jericho ran all over again.
Prejudice against angel murders goes all the way from the sanctimonious Montressors lined in vaults to sacrifice to the answer Joshua got.
“Are you for Israel or our enemies?”
“Neither!” Angels don’t wall them up, they breathe them out. The poet murderer tells it like an exhalation. Always the question we ask of our exterminador, dreading.
Buñuel’s guests thought to escape the trap, that entrance to the church would make them survive, but they were murdered in the act and after.You don’t fear angels do you? Or is it you only fear angels you can see? Or do you fear whatever you feel but can’t see. When the door slams and disbelief does no good, the G-D! You might say the lamb and bitter herbs are wrapped as one.
When the angel finally got to Europe it was written up in art. Our children fled up the staircase West and might have fled Europe, but Swedenborg wrestled Raphael down and flew him “westerly thro’ night,” says Blake, who swore this in his chrysolite grumbles, but angels don’t swear.
They really don’t have to speak or wear convenience gowns of flesh at all: “face like lightning, eye like a torch, arms, legs of burnished bronze.” You’d think you could see that wouldn’t you? There will be more chances to see angels for sure.
So angels came to England as birds and women. The soldier who broke in Blake’s garden saw Catherine naked, posing for sport as a woman. Blake’s angels posed naked too. Blake preferred nudes. Folks still can’t seem to get the wings off their chests.
To make a story short, our father Maimonides saw the spirit and seraphim in the most wicked of men. Laban as the “most perfectly wicked man” does violence to all the self righteous claims. Laban’s angel is the last best laugh until you get to Balaam’s ass. Guide of the Perplexed saw that one too.
Ding an sich my friends means tuck yourselves in at night to explain the invisible molecules and names. But nothing is really there they admit when the ass goes to consult his better sophisticate, that ass of the better class, no mere donk. Maimonides allows it the Seer of Balaam. The Prophet Ass, says the card. Had a DQ franchise of some kind in Tampa. Balaam straddled while the angel stood. Eyeglass Balaam rode a telescope. You think it a joke, the anatomical man who straddles himself? This the fathers do not say, we have made it up ourselves, but an ass has to pay for being one.
So this turkey dignity saw a sword in the path and turned around. Round and round. The He Ass was a she, choosing the better part, Don’t Mix, but Balaam beat it his stick. Things happen in threes. The angel sword flashed again. Then the ass turned into a wall, again, and Balaam kicked it with his foot. There is a history of such behavior. When the ass saw the light a third time reflect off the blade, which Balaam could not, it went down on all fours I mean it bowed the knee. Then Balaam beat it with his book.
Oppose your urges with discipline and see what it gets. Hand, stick, foot, book. Violence is a high art against the truth we see that we would not see. To misconceive, prejudice the gut, you can trust an ass. That’s plain. It’s dumb, can’t speak, but can see, then it speaks. Balaam could talk, he filled the air with oaths. Blind eyes flew open when the ass began to plead, which must have sounded a lot like Buñuel reversing his own smart notes in that song, "I am still, thank God, an atheist,” he went, “ho, ho, ho.” This became, “I am not, thank God, an atheist any more.” Obsessed with the Bible, undermined by sight, he believed every word that was carved on his naked eye.
You have to pay for insight.
Balaam’s sin was the military industry. The angel spoke to Balaam, “I come here to oppose.” We can all relate to this verse. Somebody should propose to speak for Balaam. Believe him or disbelieve him if you strike him. Strike up the band.
This proverb of the paranormal Balaam who cursed God and got blessed is the motto of today. I am going into the matter again at a latter date. They “hired Balaam against them, that he should curse them, howbeit our Elohim turned the curse into a blessing.” Swords will speak, and men will have their way, but once an ass gets singing it won’t stop. Neither did Abraham once he got blessed. He kept begetting.
We love the inter-textuality of continuing ass thought, its circumstance, sense of being, and do not doubt the talk, ass words, ass song, ass poems braying. Nothing new under the sun, we hear the trombone of Balaam playing.
Here is a speech for Balaam from angels who would like for him to giddy up so he can sing.
“I am the Man of La Mancha,
a bassoon of an ass
with the angel
I march down the road.”
Afterward
Buñuel’s cinematic outburst that cuts an eye with a holocaust in Un Chien Andalou [1929, by Buñuel/Dali] backgrounds my fate. Critics want to put out my eyes too so they can live blind. Dali cursed Buñuel as an atheist (I am a Zionist), cursed him as a communist (Am I a socialist?). We see them in the unconsciousness carcass of the ass [holocaust] on the piano in that film. Buñuel could have been murdered like Lorca, but he fled Spain,disconfessed his atheism and said, “it's guilt we must escape from, not God.”
Guilt goes around. In Buñuel’s El ángel exterminador (1962), that locked its doors on partygoers, the guilty citizens were a parody of Dachau. There is enough blame for survivors and saviors both in the angel of death. Victim guilt needs rescuing. Those who alleviate suffering suffer worse. We had the vision of Israel, the salvation of people and got blamed.
The dinner guests practiced dementia, human sacrifice. Likewise the accusers met to plan the slaughter of the sheep, deliver me up against all odds. Ass-Balaams argue me indifferent to holocaust, anti-Yiddish, anti-Diaspora, [“fratricidal self-hatred…an ever-growing search for the guilty within their own ranks…critics of the left and right, rabbis, writers, politicians, Jews and non-Jews of all stripes…” Teveth, l, xix] say I was willing to sacrifice the Diaspora of Europe to shame the west to grant a state. “Why didn’t he save the twenty thousand children, why didn’t he save the fifty thousand Hungarians?” Do critics save themselves? Can they exit the room? Do they see the angel in the window? The list goes on and when the bough breaks, a defense of monosyllables becomes my charge, “his heart was made of stone” [31].
Speaking of massive guilt, it struck Weissmandel, rabbi of Slovakia, who three times visited the Bodleian, that a privileged man who married the daughter of his master should forge the question of my inquisition out of his own pain, after cutting with a blade through the bottom of a boxcar entering Auschwitz. Colluding with those in the boxcar, he was supposed to deliver them as they promised to deliver his infant son to him through the hole. They reneged. Yod He. His wife and five children went to their deaths, and after that, when Weissmandel remarried in Mount Kisco NY, and had roughly the same aged children as he had before, how live another day except to deny blame himself? [Teveth, 4]
I take the shame of his holocaust politics, guilt, the irradiation of Sephardi children charged from 1952. It shows how journalists assassinate, absorb the complicit mass of human suffering into their own hearts and release their radioactivity [which Teveth has proved false]. Balaam blames the ass. In 1943 I said “language for it has not been created.” In 1968 I said, “they died that’s it…can such things be talked about?” [see Teveth 33, 32, 34] At its end the meditation of angels to us is, “be a realist Israel, believe in miracles.”
The original manuscript of Ben-Gurion in Hebrew, overwritten with glosses in several languages, is rendered here to the present title. Acknowledgments to the Rose Holocaust Library for access to the manuscript and its translations.
See Shabtai Teveth. Ben-Gurion and the Holocaust. NY: Harcourt, Brace and Co. 1996.
