Revelation Annotations 13

Chapter 15 – Show me the tabernacle!

The final installation of world devastation, smite the world of truth and love, kill all your darlings with a slap of your glove. Jesus, I take the name and speak it in vain. I know my place: I am a blasphemer. Without a trace, you can’t shake me out of your mind. Tis but a name, you are faithless in the essence of the message. You are left behind.

1 I saw in heaven another great and marvellous sign: seven angels with the seven last plagues—last, because with them God’s wrath is completed. And I saw what looked like a sea of glass glowing with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and its image and over the number of its name. 

Good, you’ve transcended the glass ceiling and are now at the top looking down on the plebs and the escarpment. The river is lined with the souls who watch the passage of the somnolent lives. These guys stand vigil and watch the unfolding of the petals that cradle your soul. How will you go? Everyone is watching and judging if you’ll do it the correct way (which is whatever way they used. Doesn’t matter if everyone’s methods are different, they’ll deem you to be wrong if you deviate from what they think they know).

They held harps given them by God and sang the song of God’s servant Moses and of the Lamb:

“Great and marvellous are your deeds,
    Lord God Almighty.
Just and true are your ways,
    King of the nations.
Who will not fear you, Lord,
    and bring glory to your name?
For you alone are holy.
All nations will come
    and worship before you,
for your righteous acts have been revealed.”

Got a little personal cheer squad there. With self esteem and worth so low, you need a constant retinue of personal (generalised) glorifiers to sing of your praise. Pfft, then at least say your name – conquer the fear within.

After this I looked, and I saw in heaven the temple—that is, the tabernacle of the covenant law—and it was opened. Out of the temple came the seven angels with the seven plagues. They were dressed in clean, shining linen and wore golden sashes around their chests.

Aren’t they dressed so fancy and clean? Garbed in bright white linens, sashes like they’re pageant prom kings or queens. Leave the dirty work up to those like me and my kind. We do what must be done, while those white collars get the glory. *sigh* Well fuck it. It is as it is, it’s still a pretty rad spectacle.

Then one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden bowls filled with the wrath of God, who lives for ever and ever. And the temple was filled with smoke from the glory of God and from his power, and no one could enter the temple until the seven plagues of the seven angels were completed.

Where there is smoke, there is fire. If it’s getting hot and smoky in here, Nelly sings that clothes should be removed God is on fire, or he’s smoking a shit ton of something noxious. God is coal, he is the black fuel that pollutes, a resource that cannot be renewed. Or maybe this is the sign that tells you that it is not god that sits on the throne of the bible, it is the mark of the power-hungry devil.

The show is about to begin, get ready for the third act. The third installment of tribulation trilogy is about to begin. It’s the big finale, the big guns are coming out. No one is allowed to leave or move at all from your seat. Watch and weep, you are bound to perceive the truth of your failings as human beings.

Who knew that this reaper was also a writer? Being literate or articulate doesn’t mean I have anything worth saying.

I made a page for all my Revelation installments. The list at the end of these posts was getting pretty long to tack on to the end of every one of them.k

2 thoughts on “Revelation Annotations 13

  1. thecultofanne says:

    You twist and turn me inside out. There is a passage just above your final graphic that reminds me of a “classical” piece which is my inspiration both musically and literarily. (I just make up so many words under your influence.) You should listen to the third movement. (The rest of it is in French, and much of the text is by Becket – I haven’t studied it to know how much for certain.) Here is a video of that movement: It’s strange that it says it is in Rome. That’s the Royal Albert Hall, BBC Proms, in London. I may have even been at that concert. I’m not certain. That was around the time I moved to York.

    Anyway, here is a sampling from the text about halfway though:

    (A1, 2, T1, 2, etc refers to who is singing, i.e. Alto 2, Tenor 1)

    … I am listening. Well, I prefer, that, I must say I prefer that [A2] that what who you [T1] oh you know, oh you, oh I suppose the audience, well well, so there is an audience, it’s a public show, you buy your seat and you wait, perhaps it’s free, a free show, you take your seat and you wait for it to begin, or perhaps it’s compulsory, a compulsory show…

    you wait for the compulsory show to begin, it takes time, you hear a voice, perhaps it is a recitation, that is the show, someone reciting, selected passages, old favourites, or someone improvising, you can barely hear him, that’s the show, you can’t leave, you are afraid to leave, you make the best of it, you try to be reasonable, you came too early, here we’d need latin, it’s only the beginning, it hasn’t begun, he’ll appear any moment, he’ll begin any moment…

    I don't know how prominent the voices are in that recording. But you can get the idea anyway. This is what inspires me – the whole piece, not just that movement. That movement is built from about 300 quotes from other pieces, some of which are mentioned in the text, all hung on the Scherzo from Mahler's second symphony. Your writing inspires me in very much the same way with your floating in and out of references when the mood takes you, much like the music does. Anyway, this comment is way to long.

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    • Kalliope says:

      You know what. This comment left me speechless. I really don’t know what to say, except that I am floored you think so well of me. 🤖💩 I really suck at accepting compliments, and I don’t want to just “oh you know babe, it’s no big thang” (hair flick, slight turn, wink. Sparkle light glint from my eye and smile). That clip and your description was so so so cool, really really … ugh, a visceral response in me. My heart, it swells. My throat, slight choke. A dorky smile (I’m weird) and I hide behind my hands.

      And I just re read the comment and I don’t know why I am being so weird about it. Haha. Oh gosh darn it, I’m friggen such a sad sack case! Hahaha yikes.
      I am so pleased you have had such an awesome response to my .. uh “work” . Whatever the thingy I do on here.


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