Yahweh: Bunker Old Coot 1.0 (Maelinhon)
The devil in the psychologist’s office:
– Can you imagine, He killed billions of people because of one fruit and still, people consider me evil!
“…He woke up from a loud groan, and at first he didn’t even realize that the source of the sound was in his own throat. The tattered and muffled howl wavered between dream and reality for a minute, before finally fading to this side of the world. Hurriedly opening his eyes, he saw the window with small patterns, and beyond it – a newborn, pale dawn. Birds were loudly chirping, as usual, in the early morning.
The birds… This was the fourth or fifth awakening of the night. It was always strange for him to watch someone lie down and fall asleep quickly. Just goes to sleep when he wants to! He himself could not and did not know how to sleep properly, as if he had not been taught or had forgotten how to do it. But for as long as he could remember, he had always slept badly, little and somehow discontinuously. At first, he would take a long time to fall asleep, spending hours sorting out his thoughts and emotions, and then he would constantly wake up. He woke up at the slightest sound, a voice nearby, he woke up if someone approached him. Or even for no reason at all. It was incredibly exhausting, but it was the only life Ygweh knew.
But the worst were his dreams. He woke up most often and suffered most bitterly from them. Torn from concrete oblivion, pieces of his past mixed into a nauseating vinaigrette of fears, past and present, his dreams were always about birds and hunger. He couldn’t tell if there was a single version of this nightmare he hadn’t already seen.
Today he saw a funeral. The gray and ever-hot, earthy sands of his native archipelago were wrapped in the acrid smoke of funeral fires. The fires were so numerous that the silhouettes of those carrying the small white coffins and throwing them into the flames could hardly be seen behind the smoke. The dark figures, hunched over with grief and heavy burdens, moved in unnatural jerks rather than smoothly. Or maybe it was just an illusion from the hot haze…?
He sat on a rock, a little away from the mournful procession, looking at the figures and the fires, feeling the life soon to leave him. It oozed steadily through his fingers, through his eyelids, like a slight smoke that he could neither catch nor persuade to stay. He knew, he knew very well, what was in those coffins. Children and teenagers just like him, unfortunate children and teenagers who had not survived another year of hunger. They couldn’t escape from this empty, sandy, and hungry prison, nor could they find sustenance here. Only the birds feasted here.
He was used to sitting like this. A numb, grim reptile, saving his remaining strength for who knows what. His head was buzzing and intermittently dark with hunger, and all his thoughts were of getting out of here, of the island of the dead and the feasting birds. Hunger and smoke were as familiar here as the sky or the ocean in other archipelagos. Their race had once been displaced here and now, generation after generation had watched from a well-fed far as they gradually died here, devouring the dead and the rot, and howling in this sandy hopelessness. Who had displaced… He couldn’t really remember and couldn’t tell anymore… His mind was too confused, it was too hot and nauseatingly red there.
All he could think about was food. But while others here thought about how to obtain it, Ygweh always thought about how to create it. To create so much of it that no one would ever see this bloody hungry veil and the acrid dead smoke around them again. Is it possible to create a world without hunger? Is there a world where there is so much grass, fruit, and water that no one knows hunger, and the fruits would rot, uneaten and unnecessary due to abundance?
The stone beneath him was hot and hard, like everything around him, like his whole world. And as his mind drew pictures of full greens and cool grasses, his fingers felt these red-hot black stones. It smelled of carrion and shit and smoke. He was used to that smell, but from somewhere to his left another disturbing smell suddenly came over him. Like the smell of the ocean and clear water. What’s out there…?
Igwe got up from the stone and walked around the nearest fire. His short legs were stuck in the gray sand and it was hard to walk, but he followed the smell. The smell came from behind the hill and he could not see what was there, but he could hear dry wood crackling from there. The hill was massive and he walked slowly. The crackle and the smell of salt water approached unbearably slowly, carrying a vague alarm and, at the same time, hope.
He emerged from behind the gray sands and stopped dead in his tracks. Three huge figures, twice the height of his stocky, short body, were huddled around something small. They were wrapped in dark gray rags and were eagerly pulling the nails out of the small white coffin. Finally, the flimsy boards gave way, and the bottom of the coffin fell onto the sand.
Igwe gasped for air as he stared at these boards. Inside the mournful box everything was stuffed with dead birds. The small, jagged bodies were half rotten, and the black-green slop, mottled with thin bones, fell in chunks to the sand. The newcomers dug into the mess, trying to scoop up more, and greedily shoveled the mass into their gaping black mouths. They filled their bellies with bony, slimy carrion.
He stared at them as if mesmerized. Only now did he realize what was wrong with them: the figures had large bird heads covered with sparse feathers, but no beaks. Only huge mouths.
As if hearing his thoughts, the trio froze and turned toward him in unison. In an instant he felt all three burst into his head with joyful shrieks, occupied all his thoughts and feelings, and made him fall to the sand. He resisted, but reality turned inside out and rushed to his face. The sky turned up and he realized that he was lying on his back, and the three bird-like figures surrounded him and he began to shove the contents of the coffin into his mouth. They forced him to do this and reveled in this power over him. He tried to scream, but he felt his mouth full of slimy rot down to his throat. Thin bird bones jammed sharp edges into his throat, pierced his tongue, and he began to choke, blood gushing from his mouth, mingling with the pus of the stinking carrion.
He moaned, waving his arms, and began to wake up.
The birds outside the window were still singing, well-slept, stupid creatures thinking only of food and reproduction. So he thought while he sat down on the sofa that stood in his spacious new office. He rubbed his face with his fingers and realized that he was still very sleepy, but he had no energy left for another nightmare risk and got up.
No coffins were ever there, of course. Where would wood and boards come from in a naked land of starving reptiles? No one buried anyone there; the dead were greedily devoured as soon as they appeared at all. But in his dreams everything twisted and shifted so bizarrely that he believed the mess every time. Each time the damned birds deceived him and got into his head. Carrying smells and sounds and images that tore at his mind with horror and disgust. They made him torture himself over and over again. He would cut off pieces of himself, or fill his mouth with shit and rot, or slowly devour himself… And they were always having fun. Three, then five, then countless birds in his head…
Outside the window the cuckoo cried out with a frightening and eerie cry, and Ygweh shuddered, realizing that he had gone into his own thoughts and almost dozed off again, sitting on the couch. A new day was beginning.”
Mylene Maelinhon and Julay Madyara, “The Serpent,” excerpt.
If you’re a troll and you’re short on ideas, find some dumb-ass Christian fanatic and ask him what his god’s name is. Next, you can go fry yourself some popcorn. Take your time, they will hang back for an arguing session for a while. When you come back with 2-3 servings, that’s about when they’ll just go through their patterns and be able to tell you something. Most likely, they will respond with Jesus. Parry, crunching your corn: that’s God’s son, but what’s God’s name? If you also want to humiliate your opponent, take your Bible, look up the chapter of Exodus and poke them in the nose – the name of gody is written there several times from chapter 17 onward. Yahweh, Ygweh, Jehovah, and for friends he’s just Tetragrammaton! You consider yourself a man of religion, but you don’t know the sacred text of your religion and you can’t even name your god? Who were you bowing to then?… All right, all right, here’s a napkin, calm down, it’s okay.
This is irony, of course, but behind this irony lies a very deep and interesting problem – what do we even know about this nameless god, whom even his own fanatics do not call by name? Who is he, where did he come from, and what is his real name? Why doesn’t he have a name? Where are the other gods and goddesses? Recently I was asked why the Archaic Heart Project doesn’t have an article about Yahweh if there are so many other articles revolving around his persona. It’s an interesting question. The fact is that ael Yahweh has put an incredible amount of effort and other people’s lives into making sure that information about him is nowhere to be found. No name, no background, no appearance. And this anonymity makes sense, only not at all the way his fans see it. Let’s find out!
We have very little information, it is more assumptions and scraps of facts, but we can still make a picture. Let’s start from the very beginning.
Our Universe is very, very old. It is 90% loose, that is, both animate and inanimate objects in it consist of loose particles of the elements, which freely change and move around. Therefore practically all inhabitants of the Universe are more like holograms, which have full control over their amorphous bodies and differ only in the composition of the elements. The elements also evolved very unevenly, from large to small, evolving and being developed by numerous geneticists and subtle physicists. Simply put: there were 3 primary elements, and their “children” bred all the others in laboratories. From ferns and crows to elves. A lot of problems arose from this, including the first “nazis” and all sorts of ethical dilemmas. For example, can a demon, whose bloodline is from the most primal Darkness and can wrap the universe around a couple of times, have a relationship with some “Pinocchio” from the element of Wood? That the day before yesterday was riveted in the lab by enthusiasts. It’s kind of… wrong, isn’t it?
And this division into the firstborn and everyone else caused a lot of conflicts. And “Pinocchios” mowed down the firstborn and vice versa… And many creatures in certain sectors of the universe were subjected to persecution and genocide. This caused some to have a paranoid desire to hide their race and origins at all costs. And that was the basis of the story I wanted to tell.
There have been numerous wars, the Universe has lived for trillions of years, and there have been all sorts of things in it. Generations changed, entire civilizations mixed, emerged and died. Until one global war brought the world to the brink of extinction and the survivors had to somehow come to an agreement in order to survive at all. Twelve huge tree-shaped conglomerates were created, on which the remaining survivors, heterogeneous inhabitants were settled. This is what people would later call the Tree of Life, only there was more than one… As in any difficult situation, there were negligibly few willing to lead the majority of these conglomerates. In our beloved Yggdrasil, there were two candidates. They were not chosen by the public, but by the general government, on the basis of the projects submitted. Simply put, each candidate submitted a plan to the government on what they would do and how they would develop everything if elected.
And the main candidate was someone named Iye Enkitaht. An extremely bizarre individual, who submitted a completely revolutionary project on genetics. Iye suggested using food to replenish energy. The entities aren’t particularly food-oriented, their diet is energy-based, so eating something to replenish their energy didn’t enter their minds at the time. A young and very gifted geneticist and biologist, Iye proposed turning Yggdrasil into a huge living laboratory. Where billions of species of plants and all kinds of plant food would be grown and bred. It would not disturb the inhabitants, even on the contrary – it would be fun to live among the forests and fields! Everyone loved the project, and the crowd cheered.
His main opponent, Meliil, proposed something rather unclear regarding racial selection and medicine, and by voting they ultimately chose Iye. Meliil, however, harbored resentment, for some reason not towards the council, but towards his opponent. Although he was legitimately elected, he did not deceive or bribe anyone. At least, there are no such facts found about him, and at the time of his election he was relatively okay.
Iye had one oddity: he was manic about hiding any information about himself. He always wore strange clothes that hid his body and arms, and he wore headdresses that would make Padmé from Star Wars jealous. He never showed his face, and there was always confusion about his name. He was either Iye or Ygweh or something else… He was always trying to use nicknames and pseudonyms, causing confusion among his subordinates and colleagues. When questioned, he would either joke or say through his burka that this was the custom of his race. Respect his culture! The government did. So what? A young, talented geneticist, a good program and original ideas, and what with his oddities – who doesn’t have them?… Let him wrap himself in his rags, as long as he pulls people out of the pit of hunger and the consequences of the war.
The geneticist assumed power and headed Yggdrasil and its Upper Worlds. The Middle Worlds were headed by Baal (or more correctly Balaam), graha of the element of Life. The Lower Worlds, where Inferns settled, was headed by Infern Samael.
Initially, Yahweh really took to planting his world with enthusiasm. He created vast laboratories and tens of thousands of hectares of forests, filling the Middle Worlds with them and working together with Baal. They did indeed come up with a revolutionary variety of species, which grew and fructified in such a way that they began to be successfully exported to other conglomerates. An important clarification – the population of the Middle Worlds consisted of all sorts of dalrams (that is, devils, demons, and natural spirits) and elementals of the Void, that is, all sorts of syrins, faeries, and other fairies. And they actively assisted in the processes of working with plants and animals.
Nothing was known about Yahweh himself; he had ruled for a relatively long time, but no one had ever seen his face. Which was already the object of jokes. His life itself was arranged in a rather ordinary way. “He” lived in a huge estate with laboratories and gardens, and was classically and boringly married to a quiet young lady named Safiya (emphasis in A). They had two quite anthropomorphic children: an eldest daughter named Ayalette and a younger son whose name I could not find. But you all know him by the name Joshua (Yeshua). Below I will explain this name trick, be patient.
In general, it was an “ordinary family”. All sorts of things went on behind closed doors. According to Ayalette’s memories, her father wore such clothes even at home, and they paradoxically never saw him properly themselves. At most, he’d open his arms or the lower part of his face, but it was probably an illusion, not a real body. Can you imagine a situation where you live with your daddy and he’s always walking around with some kind of curtain over his face and gloves on? His two children, on the other hand, knew no other life. The only known fact is that Ygweh was not an anthropomorphic creature by nature. That is, he was not of the Amadakh family, but genetically belonged to the reptiles. This is indirectly confirmed by the fact that both of his children have extremely unusual irises of the eyes, which is a characteristic sign of the mixing of reptiles and Amadakhs. Yes, yes, the reptiloid bullshit has some real basis, but here the esoteric nutjobs, as they say, hear a sound… Safiya did not comment on what was going on and ignored the children’s questions. It is worth noting that Ygweh’s daughter took after her mother’s ancestors – a perky, strong and even wicked maiden, but her son was a soft-spoken fool with great strangeness, apparently taking after his father.
At the same time, Yahweh had a lot of hidden problems. For example, he was fiercely and hysterically afraid of birds. When geneticists bred different species, they did not invent them from scratch. They had thousands of ready-made patterns of substances, forms and mechanisms, which were introduced as needed. Therefore, there are many things in nature that are repeated at different levels. But not many know that the void patterns were taken as the basis for the creation of birds. This is why, by the way, gods like Dhumavati are always associated with birds, as is the element of the Void in general. He slept very badly, he threw tantrums if he was called by name and demanded to use only epithets and nicknames. He would stare at one point for hours, then run off and disappear for weeks. Long story short, the head of Yggdrasil was doing a good job, but he clearly went nuts. Which, for the time being, only resulted in strange behavior, but did not interfere with his work.
But, back to Meliil. Young and no less sick hotheaded Weaver, who did not disappear after the elections, but lurked, decided to take revenge. And not in the political field, but in the personal one. Why? Fuck knows, maybe he was just bored… He perfectly noticed all the strange things about his enemy and started digging on him. Or pretended he had. And at some point he began to openly make Ygweh’s life a nightmare, hinting that he’d figured it all out and found all the information! All his dirty secrets! What he looks like, and where he comes from, and what his name is, and where he stole his blueprints and schematics from. And in general, the Demon-Bee is eager to share his find with the world!
Whether he actually knew something or was just kidding around, we will never know, but the poor reptil’s mind got blown to the stratosphere with a supersonic boom due to stress and the terror of exposing his secrets… Now the majority assume that there were no special secrets at all. Most likely, Yahweh suffered some very serious blow associated with the extermination of his race, and for the rest of his life he has sworn off showing his true face. Well, like the Jews hid their origins because of fear, even when the actual threat was no longer real. This developed into a compulsive, severe phobia.
Dictators’ dictatorship and frenzy are always gradual, because if there is a sudden change, the people usually come out with pitchforks. Meliil so frightened his opponent with the discredit that he suddenly lurked and began to think hard. He was thinking a lot, very intensely and without rest, and he couldn’t see a way out of the situation. It gradually turned into a real paranoia. As a result of the intrigues, Yahweh did get rid of Meliil, but his condition began to worsen quickly. He was no longer in the public eye, and spent months in laboratories, issuing orders remotely. He became obsessed with the idea that Meliil had hidden the dirt somewhere or had passed it on to his children.
Something very bad began to happen at home, too. The strange but peaceful father of the family suddenly began to unleash his hands and psychological and physical violence against his wife and daughter began to escalate. He never touched his half-wit son, because his son was always an active follower and fervently supported his father. He did not understand much, but he nodded and did not argue. This was soon reflected in him: his name, like his father’s, was erased and erased from all available sources. When you’re in the dense world, you can’t find those names, even if the entities concerned shout them in your ear and walk around with a banner.
Next came the era of the “creator. First Yahweh became paranoid, and then he had the manic idea of becoming a creator. He was so tired of hiding that he wanted such greatness that no one would even make a sound in his direction, not to mention threaten him… He wanted everyone to look at him humbly and reverently, and to live by his rules. On Yggdrasil, he couldn’t achieve anything like that, because, who was he to have some King of Lower World looking up at him? To most of the firstborn, Yahweh was an empty place that didn’t even have a name. Here he became trapped by his phobia, because to have any kind of title or status in the eyes of the public, you first have to say your name, open your face, and introduce yourself. And that was what he feared most of all. Zugzwang!
Being a revolutionary and innovator in botany, he tried to become one in genetics of animate forms and suddenly sat in a puddle. It turned out that all paths had long been passed and he simply was not able to create a new variety, it was technically impossible. The universe has existed for too long, and all possible, even exotic paths, have been passed a million times before him. Then he first created elims (angels), which at least somehow complemented the Fire element, but did not become a sensation. Then he started experimenting with dense forms. And that’s where the shit began.
To get a good idea of the difference between the subtle and dense worlds, turn on a lamp. Particles of light are light and fast, you can’t touch them with your hands. This is the form in which all the elements originally exist. Imagine if light suddenly began to condense? The particles would become heavy, tightly bound together in a stream, and form a dense structure. A light, like a piece of ice that you can touch? Yes, that’s what dense matter is. Simply put, an entity is composed of the same particles of water, earth, wood, light, and other things, only in its body they are not static. In the dense worlds, the flows of the elements crystallize and slow down into a cobblestone state.
Yahweh had the idea of making a static being. Why? Well, because it was the only thing no one had ever done. For ethical reasons, by the way, no one had done. In fact, he condensed to the maximum a piece of space in his laboratory (it would later be called Eden), and began to think about what properties the creature should have, so that it would not die squirming in such a nightmarish environment.
There are 4 kinds of creatures. 1 form, the Amadakh, is the same as humans. The other forms are either reptilian, insect, and bird forms, or they are generally disembodied and formless creatures. Amadakh is the most popular form, it is about 70% of the population of all worlds.
Yahweh took this form, printed a couple thousand, brought it to life, and then began to substitute the organ systems of various existing animals for these pieces of meat. What if taking kidneys from a monkey? Dead. And if it will be eight kidneys, from a monkey and an elephant? He twitched and died. And if a pig’s lungs were attached, with modifications? Oh, he lived for an hour and a half, progress… What about bear ovaries? What about pig guts? Oooh, it lived for a year! Suffering, bleeding, but breathing. Let’s keep working!
Have you ever noticed how many bugs there are in the human body? It’s like a drunk programmer created the body: everything is raw, untested, glitchy, a lot of problems, some protruding tails and atavisms… And it all moves on crutches without the slightest control. And intensely rotting within 40-50 years. You are not far from the truth, it was so: everything that somehow survived, that was left, and bugs were rarely fixed, because why bother? It will survive for 40 years, and no longer is needed. And how many victims of these experiments, who were barely alive, died in cramps because other variants of kidneys and bladders did not engraft? After several years of experimentation, the rotting piles of failed body variants already had to be disposed of on an industrial scale, but “daddy” finally gave birth to a version of Amadakh 87543346.2, and proudly called it Adamah by rearranging the letters. Yes, it was Adam.
Amadakhs come in all kinds: black, white, red! Yahweh created whites, but since his laboratories were still an “open platform for developers,” some other innovators created a couple more races based on his invention. Just for the fun of it. Although on the whole this idea of his was condemned by everyone and called harsh. So when Mongols say that Tengri created them, they are quite right. Just as the dark-skinned races were created by geneticists from the 6th Tree of Life, where such forms are more common. But is Yahweh considered a creator from this? I think not. This form existed billions of years before him, he didn’t come up with the genetic patterns himself. He simply criminally created a new variation of form that should not have existed due to its degeneracy.
And then the nameless god went rogue. Like all dictators, at some point of no return, he lost his grip. First, he greatly displaced and restricted the native inhabitants of the middle worlds, giving the humans strikingly more territory. Those who resented it were destroyed, and it became a real buzz for Yahweh to destroy the Voiders, for he regarded them as his enemies. Why he thought so is unknown to science; in my book “The Serpent” I am merely speculating. Then, having achieved some kind of civilization in his personal meat zoo, Dear Lord began to implant the idea that he was the creator of all and everything. The heavens, the earth, the stars… In the beginning there was Darkness… And then He invented everything in 7 days! Yes, but no. In the beginning there really was Darkness, but between the invention of humans and the Darkness there were a fucking bazillion centuries in which entire civilizations died, rulers came and went, worlds exploded and were created… And somewhere in the late, well-fed and evolved stage of life, the reptile Ygweh was born. But the laurels of a pioneer-crook haunted him. If you can’t be the boss, create such an illusion and convince those who depend on you of it. Profit!
To his followers he was the light in the window and the immutable truth. And he had spread his paranoid fear of being called by name to two religions. People say God, Lord, Man, Himself, He, the Highest… Whatever, but not by name! Wait a minute, but God is a title, not a name, just like all the other epithets. What’s his name? I don’t know his fucking name! His name has long been lost in dozens of fake aliases. It’s just like he wanted it to be.
Also, for some reason people are very much caught up in the idea that a god is such a supreme, absolute, and only power who can do EVERYTHING. And he is, in the sense of “has the right” to do so. Including testing and torturing whomever he likes. But if someone locks someone up and tortures them, testing them, it’s called “sadism,” even if that someone is the technical creator of the tortured. Imagine your mother tied you up and started sawing off your leg or starving you to death. Just to test your patience and endurance! She gave birth to you, why wouldn’t she test you? Well, probably because no one has such a right, neither legally nor morally! Torturing others by testing their limits. Well, Christians are pretty into it, gobbling up the idea of ” god is testing me, it means he loves me.”
No, he just broke down, your god. The sadist finally tasted blood and got hooked on the needle of torture and torment of other creatures, as all maniacs gradually get hooked. Ygweh is a biologist, he did all sorts of stuff for work, but after he went cuckoo, he got a real kick out of tormenting his wards, who were completely dependent on him. They were already trapped in rotting meat bodies, but he wanted more! Disease and epidemics began (once again: he’s a biologist, damn it, bacteria is his job!), wars began. Now he could watch some wards torture others in his honor. Yulia Latynina describes very well in her writings and blogs about how the good-hearted Yahweh treated human beings, take a look if you have a chance. Nothing of herself, just sources and documents. And people keep writing “let’s pray for peace and may we stay healthy!” My naive, summer child, are you suggesting we pray for peace and health to the one who made you for wars and disease?
By the way, the experiments with density ended up playing a cruel joke on Yahweh himself: at some point he himself lost access to the dense world. So did all the other gods, goddesses, inferns, and others. The human world had become SO dense that it was impossible to operate it: the entities could not even see this layer very well now, and to influence it would be like trying to dig through a diamond with one’s fingernail.
Next, Ygweh went rogue and closed the Yggdrasil with an iron curtain. The government of the First Tree is neither a mother nor a babysitter, they oversee only the balance and functioning of the entire system. They don’t do any inspections, trusting the rulers to run their own worlds. And if Ygweh says they have a problem with the crops there and need quarantine, that’s his right.
He closed the Tree and then began a pitch-black, dictatorial hell. Voiders and those who simply disagreed were mowed down by the hundreds, and the rest were forced to cooperate under threat of torture and death. An analogue of the NKVD (Soviet secret police agency) appeared. They began to send the dissidents to the dense world and dense bodies, where they could no longer influence the tyrant. The Lower Worlds were forced to close themselves off with a separate curtain so as not to collaborate with the bloodthirsty psychopath. And their inhabitants, the Inferns, were quickly designated as Evil #1, which they still are in the eyes of people. Ask anyone and they will tell you that demons are pure evil. I saw it in the movie!
This is the most primitive and well-known tactic of substitution: accuse your enemy of doing what you do yourself. The main thing is to shout first and louder. And everything is wonderful: you torment people, but blame Lucifer and his entourage for their problems, and the indignation is redirected not to you, but to your opponent, who has no idea whatsoever. But if Yahweh is a reptile, that is, in a sense, a SERPENT, then… uh…
Think that thought through, slowly.
Then there was a story of the incarnation of Ygweh’s son into the dense world, which he eventually took as the basis of Christianity and fed this bullshit to all the people who survived his madness. And for some reason, they endlessly argue whether this fool was really the son of a god or not. Yes, he was, but do we really want to break our heads in honor of the son of THAT god?… Incarnation is not an honor or a feat, it’s just physiological parameters. It’s strange to be proud of blue eyes, it’s strange to praise for being the son of someone from a subtle plane.
2,000 years have passed. The physical world grew, Baal was demonized and nailed down, and demons and devils were turned into dumb scarecrows for movies. Although it’s actually their world. Sirins and fairies were almost completely destroyed. Demons were demonized (sorry) and silenced. And other gods who initially tried to somehow cooperate with humans, Yahweh erased from history and culture through his religion and its pocket satellite, where a bearded old man in a turban is worshiped. Yes, it’s the same religion that leads to one egregore, but people needed to create an imaginary conflict between two religions at some point so that they could exterminate each other more efficiently. And only one religion remained. Unified, absolute, and unnamed figure in a cloak, who nobody has ever seen and nobody asked questions about his origin. And he has no name. Those who dared to name him and ask questions are still being sought by their own. Even the Samsara system and the layered system of planetary grahas turned out to be distorted in favor of the tyrant, and the grahas by their nature are indifferent, they don’t care which system to serve.
His wife died, his daughter ran away to the Lower Worlds and became their leader (!!!) and Ygweh remained with his son and dug himself a bunker, sensing the approach of retribution. All dictators for some reason are very drawn to bunkers, it’s some kind of mania. And this bunker mania, through religious dogmas, is still creeping into the minds and produces aggressive schizophrenics, only on a smaller scale in the dense worlds. Little dense world dictators begin to conceal their biographies, mow down dissenters, and live in bunkers. The NKVD emerges, the traces of truth get confused and drowned in blood. What’s up there is also down here, truly.
What happened next? In 2012, everyone began to stir, because the “quarantine” was very long and disturbing news from the closed Tree began to arrive. From 2012 to 2016, there was a huge wave of new, hysterical repression, and then, sensing the end, Ygweh and his son just locked themselves in a bunker and barricaded themselves in it. Shocked government officials arrived at Yggdrasil. The tree is trashed, some of the races are completely destroyed, a quarter of the subtle population can’t be found or identified. Some of the entities are in exile in the dense world and with erased memories. But in the middle are already the most dense worlds, full of blind and deaf victims of the experiments, who know nothing but “one god”, do not want to know, and in general it is not clear what to do with them all now. People are not part of the system, but they are alive, you can’t just destroy them and melancholically clean up after them… The question hangs on.
The year is 2022. The tree is returning to normal, it has become open, but it does not have a new Head yet. And most likely it won’t be for a long time. Volunteers are working to restore filtration and natural activity to the mangled conglomerate. Yahweh continues to sit in the bunker and many say he died there. It’s difficult to verify this fact, the fortress couldn’t be uncovered, and then they just shrugged their shoulders and let it rot inside. This isn’t the worst fate for his villainy, but this individual’s personality is truly ambiguous. And that again is characteristic of dictators.
Mylene Maelinhon (c) materials from the Archaic Heart project
Illustration by Ed Binkley (c)
Translated by Maxus