Weird Universe: We Are Meant To Be Here (Part 2)

By Lasha Darkmoon
16 February 2020


In Part 1 of this essay (‘Weird Universe: Are We Meant To Be Here?”), I discussed the strange ideas of William Blake (1757-1827), England’s famous poet-painter and mystic. He had managed to combine his own wacky version of Christianity with an uninhibited tantric sexual mysticism that most of his contemporaries found ridiculous, if not repugnant, and which the subsequent age of Queen Victoria would regard with revulsion and horror. 

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Weird Universe: We Are Meant To Be Here. (Part 1)

By Lasha Darkmoon
9 February 2020


An excursion into the visionary worlds of Blake, Swedenborg, and Leonardo da Vinci. None of these great thinkers would have had any problems believing in a postmortem existence, given that they regarded death as a “continuation of life”.   

“The universe is not only stranger than we imagine,
it is stranger than we can imagine.” — Sir Arthur Eddington [1]

PART 1 : Weird Universe

Strange. Weird. Uncanny. Three sensational synonyms to lure us into the bizarre mind worlds of William Blake, Emanuel Swedenborg, and Leonardo da Vinci. Perhaps they will help us to appreciate Hamlet’s observation to his friend Horatio that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy [2]. Read More

The British Prime Minister and her Puppet Master


Meet Britain’s new unelected dictator, the man who has made Theresa May his ‘glove puppet’.

“Don’t underestimate how vindictive I can be.”

“Woe betide anyone who crosses him … Mrs May [is] little more than his glove puppet … He is the very embodiment of the Deep State.” — Richard Littlejohn,  in a devastating attack in The Daily Mail on Theresa May and her Stalinesque Puppet Master Sir Mark Sedwill. Read More

Notre Dame de Paris: Bloodied but Unbowed


Our Lady of Paris lies gutted and grieving. All France mourns the loss. And the question now being asked is. “Was this arson?”


“The 850-year-old towers which stand guard over the entrance and the immortal bells hanging within are in one piece. So, too, is some of the stained glass. ‘Our Lady’ lives on, bloodied but unbowed.

At the same time, the fire has produced another miracle of sorts. This avowedly secular country suddenly seems to have rediscovered its sense of the spiritual yesterday.  “I have never known so many people talking openly about God, about religion and saying prayers in public,” said caterer Marie-Astrid d’Arras. “So many people have become Catholic once again.”

Underpinning all this talk of divine intervention was a single image: the golden cross above the altar. How on earth had it managed to avoid the fate of everything else in the seat of the blaze, let alone remain upright? Even avowed atheists took to social media yesterday to profess how moved they had been by this poignant symbol of defiance.” — Robert Hardman, Bloodied but unbowed, the Lady of Paris saved by divine intervention

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I keep away from Facebook on principle, like someone anxious to avoid contact with the bubonic plague. But someone sent me a short article that appeared on Facebook the other day by Alan Jones from Australia. Mr Jones notes:

I am very conscious French authorities are treating the cause of  yesterday’s fire in Notre Dame as accidental. But it seems that this devastating fire is just one of a number of  recent attacks on French churches.

In March vandals set fire to Saint Sulpice, another of Paris’ largest churches. Police have concluded the Saint Sulpice fire was deliberately lit and are looking for suspects.

Also last month the high altar of the church of Notre Dame in Dijon was ransacked. Communion bread was scattered on the ground and trampled.

In Nimes the church of Notre Dame des Enfants was desecrated. A cross in the church was painted with human excrement and the main altar of the church was looted.

In another town called Lavaur the arm of a wooden representation of Christ in the local church was twisted to suggest an obscene gesture and an altar cloth was set alight.

And on the outskirts of Paris several churches in the districts of  Maisons-Laffitte and Houilles have had statues of the Virgin smashed and  altar crosses thrown on the ground.

Anti-Semitic gangs have also desecrated Jewish cemeteries, painting  swastikas onto tombstones.  All this has occurred since February this year. Something quite frightening is clearly afoot in France.

A great tragedy as we enter Easter.

Peter Myers, an occasional correspondent of mine and contact from old days,  adds this astute comment, to the effect that all these could be False Flag attacks like 9/11 in which Muslims are being set up as patsies and framed by Jews.

A similar observation was made on the Truthseeker site the other day when it was suggested that a Muslim had been spotted lurking around the vicinity of Notre Dame cathedral just before the fire broke out. It was pointed out by the editor of Truthseeker that this mysterious prowler could just as well have been a Mossad agent.

Here is Peter Myers in his own words:

Consider the possibility that some of these are False Flag attacks like 911. Certain interests want Christians and Moslems to fight each other. The most important real estate in the world is the Dome of the  Rock and Al Aqsa Mosque; some fanatics want to replace them with the Third Temple — from where, they believe, the Messiah will rule the world. 

Trump has already signed up to the Noahide Laws. But pulling down the Al Aqsa Mosque means war with Islam. Maybe they [the Jews] want to stir up the Clash of Civilizations so that ‘Christians’ do the dirty work, pulling those buildings down for them; or maybe the Christians will side with the Jews who pull the buildings down. At least some of ISIS were Mossad agents.

You may condemn me for  this post; but better wake up before it’s too late.

– Peter Myers, April 19, 2019

I won’t condemn you, Peter. You make a valid point.

So what can we say with any certainty? We can see with certainty that the catastrophic fire at Notre Dame cathedral was caused either by accident or design. There are no other alternatives. When a house burns down, it’s either an accident or it’s arson. Same with Notre Dame.

The sensible viewpoint is to assume it is an accident until solid evidence of arson emerges. Conspiracy theorists cannot bear this. They need constant stimulation. So when anything like this happens, they cannot resist pointing the finger of blame at their favorite bête noire or object of hatred. Depending on whom they hate more, Jews or Muslims, they will pick on the group they happen to hate more.

Hunches and suspicions, even overwhelmingly strong ones, simply cannot be trusted. And yet this is what conspiracy theorists do. Constantly. Their strong hunch is proof of guilt. Their nagging suspicions are all the evidence they need. God help you if you are innocent of some crime but happen to have a hooked nose or a darker than average skin pigmentation! — you’ll be for the high jump then, be sure!

All rational thinking goes out of the window; logic and reason have ceased to exist in today’s climate of extreme paranoia.

To summarize. It’s safest to assume that the Notre Dame fire was accidental, caused by a careless workman for example or a technical glitch of some kind. Once accident is ruled out and arson becomes evident, then the blame game begins. All those churches in France being deliberately vandalized obviously means that the perpetrators of these acts have a grudge against Christianity and would like to see it destroyed.

Who could that be?

Please don’t run away with the idea that it’s a toss-up between Jews and Muslims. No, anti-Christian atheists who are neither Jews nor Muslims could be behind this vandalism too. During the French Revolution (1789-1799), Notre-Dame cathedral was extensively vandalized. Many statues had their heads blown off. The altars were smeared with excrement and puddles of urine filled the aisles. It wasn’t Jews who did this. It certainly wasn’t Muslims. It was ordinary native-born Frenchmen, the militant Jacobins known as the sans-culottes, with their virulent hatred of Christianity and religion in every form.  These were the ones who were to take a pleasure in promoting the vile works of the Marquis de Sade while raping nuns, castrating monks and priests, and boiling bishops alive.

Maximilien Robespierre was just an ordinary Frenchman who was to send 17,000 of his fellow Frenchmen to have their heads chopped off by Dr Joseph Guillotin, another nice ordinary Frenchman. Neither man was a Muslim or a Jew. Round the scaffold every day sat the most degraded of ordinary Frenchwomen, known as the tricoteusses (“knitters”) who spent their time jeering and spitting at their own countrymen being killed, while knitting socks to pass the time.

Yes, no Jews there, my friends! No Muslims either. Just our own noble race on the rampage, killing our own flesh and blood in a frenzy of bloodlust.

Please remember this.

Before you spit at Jew or Muslim, look in the mirror first.

Mathias  Grünewald,  Crucifixion  (detail)

The Crown of Thorns, which you see depicted above, was one of the most treasured of holy relics that miraculously survived the recent fire at Notre Dame Cathedral. Brought from Jerusalem to Europe, it was given to Louis IX of France in 1238 and later transferred to Notre Dame de Paris where it has been an object of veneration for  almost 800 years.    

Since today marks a high point in Holy Week, allow me to put in a good word for the much maligned Crucified One. These inspiring words by John Whitehead of the Rutherford Institute will give you a different perspective on Christ and perhaps allow you to see that the man you Christ bashers mock and deride in the hardness of your hearts is simply a figment of your diseased imaginations:

It is fitting that we remember that Jesus Christ—the religious figure worshipped by Christians for his death on the cross and subsequent resurrection—paid the ultimate price for speaking out against the police state of his day. A radical nonconformist who challenged authority at every turn, Jesus was a far cry from the watered-down, corporatized, simplified, gentrified, sissified vision of a meek creature holding a lamb that most modern churches peddle. In fact, he spent his adult life speaking truth to power, challenging the status quo of his day, and pushing back against the abuses of the Roman Empire.

For all the accolades poured out upon Jesus, little is said about the harsh realities of the police state in which he lived and its similarities to modern-day America, and yet they are striking.

To the Romans,  crucifixion was usually reserved for slaves, non-Romans, radicals, revolutionaries and the worst criminals. After being ruthlessly whipped and mocked, Jesus was nailed to a cross.  Jesus—the revolutionary, the political dissident, and the nonviolent activist—lived and died in a police state. 

Unfortunately, the radical Jesus, the political dissident who took aim at injustice and oppression, has been largely forgotten today, replaced by a congenial, smiling Jesus trotted out for religious holidays.

We need to recapture the gospel glow of the early Christians, who were nonconformists in the truest sense of the word and refused to shape their witness according to the mundane patterns of the world.  Willingly they sacrificed fame, fortune, and life itself in behalf of a cause they knew to be right.

— John Whitehead, here

I write these lines on Good Friday, the climax of the Passion and Death of Jesus Christ, crucified on this day roughly 2000 years ago by the Pharisees. Christ’s only crime was that he spoke the truth. And as Orwell pointed out, “In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

The American Empire today, Pax Americana—or Pax Judaica, as it should be called—is every bit as cruel and tyrannical as the empire of the Caesars. Let those who mourn for Auschwitz today mourn for Auschwitz, and let those who mourn for Golgotha mourn for Golgotha.

“Resurgam!—I will rise again,” Christ said long ago. And so will Notre-Dame, Our Lady of Paris, rise again from her ruins.

In the Lost Gardens

Adveniat  regnum  tuum


One day, my love, under a kinder sun,
We’ll meet again and savour a new scene:
No sorrows there, and all our labours done,
And swallows gliding through the blue serene.

There in our palace by a lapis sea
We’ll drink a toast with red wine red as blood
To eternal youth and immortality,
For out of evil sprang the primal good.

The Good, the Beautiful, the Always New,
These are the names of the flowers that grow
In the lost gardens where all dreams come true.
All this, my love long gone, one day you’ll know.