22 chapters in the biblical book of Revelations. 22 cards in the tarot major arcana. Allow me the opportunity to set the records straight, secular spirituality is my “religion,” based on the syncretism of mythology, narratology, linguistics, psychology, phenomenology and semiotics. Thus is the foundation of my personal philosophy. These are my words, my thoughts, my selfish self-centred version of the truth of divinity.
This is a long one. I can’t be bothered breaking it in half to appease the people who can’t be bothered reading the whole thing. Read it or not, I leave this one whole. Chapter of 1322 words sandwiched between the open and the close.
Chapter 18 – tabernacle censors analogous prayer.
A sunken battleship hits rock bottom. It is in the dark that treasures are lost and forgotten. For only those who dare to search the wreckage will be the ones to claim their worth. But first, a few words from a sponsor (they’re here to rub it in) – HEY, ARSEHOLE! Yeah, you heard me. *crosses arms and pouts, casts eyes down and to the left*
After this I saw another angel coming down from heaven. He had great authority, and the earth was illuminated by his splendor. 2 With a mighty voice he shouted:
“‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’
She has become a dwelling for demons
and a haunt for every impure spirit,
a haunt for every unclean bird,
a haunt for every unclean and detestable animal.
3 For all the nations have drunk
the maddening wine of her adulteries.
The kings of the earth committed adultery with her,
and the merchants of the earth grew rich from her excessive luxuries.”
I wonder what they mean by ‘great’? Are they recognising might, merit, or mocking me instead? I truly have become a hollowed woman filled with ghosts. The unclean birds are those of prey. Cloven footed unclean animals. Humans are detestable for we have toes that are not webbed (quack).
Enticing, enrapturing, intoxicating. She was the drug and you were the addict. Blame the bitch for being so magnetic. Capitalism, they profit off the people. Exploitation of your inspiration.
4 Then I heard another voice from heaven say:
“‘Come out of her, my people,’
so that you will not share in her sins,
so that you will not receive any of her plagues;
5 for her sins are piled up to heaven,
and God has remembered her crimes.
6 Give back to her as she has given;
pay her back double for what she has done.
Pour her a double portion from her own cup.
Oh please, it’s not a hostage negotiation. You really buying that “plea bargain” siren call?! I thought that spirits, birds and animals were taking cover and shelter in her abandoned her hollow idol. Perhaps is this the beginning of Judgement day? Rise up out of the earth, buried bodies everywhere. Form back together somehow, cremated ashes scattered over wind or water. Look at all that I did, but you did too. Don’t play the blame game, you’re responsible for you.
If the whore is a city, then is it truly her fault for the sinners of the people? How childish to say “oh, I only did it because Johnny made me do it! He did it first!” and then Johnny is the one to get punished. So, the same as I see it, with this “blame the place” bull-poop. The people populate the place, thereby it is the people’s responsibility. Each individual has their own lives to navigate, but it is understandable when mob mentality gears in, and people become a bit carried away in the sheer torrent of it all.
Telling people “no, you’re a victim. It’s their fault!” (points at some other) essentially teaches them they don’t have to take any responsibility for their actions. Snitches get stitches (medical care).
7 Give her as much torment and grief
as the glory and luxury she gave herself.
In her heart she boasts,
‘I sit enthroned as queen.
I am not a widow;
I will never mourn.’
8 Therefore in one day her plagues will overtake her:
death, mourning and famine.
She will be consumed by fire,
for mighty is the Lord God who judges her.
The Great and fallen Babylon felt no remorse, nor pain, so it is implied. Yet her quote sounds like a meditative affirmation mantra, to convince herself of this appropriated glorious worth. An attempt to build upon the legacy that was left her. No mention of those who actually used her and corrupted the essence of the message she wanted to impart. Regardless, everyone must pay the price for their hand in their works. Burn the witch.
9 “When the kings of the earth who committed adultery with her and shared her luxury see the smoke of her burning, they will weep and mourn over her. 10 Terrified at her torment, they will stand far off and cry:
“‘Woe! Woe to you, great city,
you mighty city of Babylon!
In one hour your doom has come!’
At least they mourn, somewhat. Cowards. Verses 11 through to 20 are much the same as this. Merchants, sea captains and sailors mourning that the city has fallen – though they say they mourn for her, it is not her they actually mourn. They mourn their empty wallets and pockets for who will buy their goods from them, now?
21 Then a mighty angel picked up a boulder the size of a large millstone and threw it into the sea, and said:
“With such violence
the great city of Babylon will be thrown down,
never to be found again.
Throwing stones not in glass houses, but over the edge of the cliff out to sea. About to drop some heavy, angry curses. To emphasise the point, SHE-kinah will be decimated and obliterated. No one should be protected in any sanctuary. Let all have their dues. Because of the cowards who hid inside of her, and she was their protector (with or without her knowledge, ignorance will not save any soul), Babylon (possible pronunciations: bay-bile-on, baa-baa-lamb, baby-loan, bah-bi-long, babe-island, bah-bil-lion, baby-lung, babel-on, bab-el-on, baa-lock, belloch, babe bellum… the beautiful monster, the semitic Pandora)… Dost thou regret the gift you created? See that very good deed will always be corrupted, no good deed goes unpunished.
22 The music of harpists and musicians, pipers and trumpeters,
will never be heard in you again.
No worker of any trade
will ever be found in you again.
The sound of a millstone
will never be heard in you again.
23 The light of a lamp
will never shine in you again.
Hollow, empty, forgotten, isolated. You (me) are a hall of temptation for idle ponderance and play. You (me) are meant to toil in the light of the sun, to be watched and observed and have every work and deed be seen, and be seen to be seen. No lights inside, inside is for sleep. Sleep when it’s night. You don’t need lights on inside – unless you plan to read. And… shhh…. Don’t make a sound. You can’t have sight AND sound, lest the secrets of the one true god be revealed. Every one has secrets. Every one has something to hide.
The voice of bridegroom and bride
will never be heard in you again.
Your merchants were the world’s important people.
By your magic spell all the nations were led astray.
24 In her was found the blood of prophets and of God’s holy people,
of all who have been slaughtered on the earth.”
She had the blood of the righteous flowing through her veins. The lineage of the world’s forgotten heirs of each world pillar woven and threaded by the hands of hope. Babylon had all that and more, thus the heavens had to smite her. Look what you made them do. Apparently.
Summerise funeralady – The empire she envisioned was corrupted and is set for imminent destruction. Luke Skywalker taking refuge in tauntaun. No point taking refuge in a dead thing, you may as well come out and face the music. Unless you’re really stupid.
Those that profited off the generosity of Babylon (and are the reason her legacy was corrupted), they are sad because who can they exploit for their own selfish gains now? They can’t hide under any righteous flagship now, except their own bullshit.
Sink that bitch to the bottom of the deep blue briny sea. Like Atlantis. Fin.
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