Coast To Coast ~ Darkness of the Gods

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, Do this, don't do that - can't you read the sign?
---1970 Five Man Electrical Band

The original RAGNAROK link:

BY
IGNATIUS DONNELLY
AUTHOR OF "ATLANTIS: THE ANTEDILUVIAN WORLD."
1883

RAGNAROK: THE AGE OF FIRE AND GRAVEL
CHAPTER 4
RAGNAROK:
The very name is significant. According to Professor Anderson's etymology of the word, it means "the darkness of the gods"; from regin, gods, and rökr, darkness; but it may, more properly, be derived from the Icelandic, Danish, and Swedish regn, a rain, and rök, smoke, or dust; and it may mean the rain of dust, for the clay came first as dust; it is described in some Indian legends as ashes.

First, there is, as in the tradition of the Druids, page 135, ante, the story of an age of crime.

The Vala looks upon the world, and, as the "Elder Edda" tells us--

There saw she wade
In the heavy streams,
Men--foul murderers
And perjurers,
And them who others' wives
Seduce to sin.
Brothers slay brothers
Sisters' children
Shed each other's blood. {p. 142}
Hard is the world!
Sensual sin grows huge.
There are sword-ages, axe-ages;
Shields are cleft in twain;
Storm-ages, murder ages;
Till the world falls dead,
And men no longer spare
Or pity one another." [1]

About the same time that Ms. Jennifer San Marco was going postal in the scenic seaside port of Goleta, California - where the ocean meets Santa Barbara, Jacob Rubido apparently had a murderous axe to grind in the historic whaling port of New Bedford, Massachusetts.

Santa Barbara, CA and New Bedford, MA share a geographical latitude only 7 degrees apart. A stone's throw to the ancients. Santa Barbara and New Bedford seem to share a strange occulted tie that is somewhat indefinable. The area codes are reversals of each other. 805 and 508.

The current events of the World would seem to reflect fruition of Donnelly's Ragnarok themes. History does, indeed, repeat itself and we believe that the idea "...what if all the myths are real" could be phrased "the myths are real."

About our graphic "Going Postal" and a more modern "twist" to the Fates, we look at the darkly comic writings of Britain Terry Pratchett who wrote:

"Another world is colliding with this one," said the toad. "All the monsters are coming back."
- The Wee Free Men

http://www.lspace.org/about-terry/index.html

Without spoiling the story too much, Going Postal is about a conman given an offer he couldn’t refuse (at least not while remaining alive) from the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork: restore the defunct Post Office and take on the evil corporate Grand Trunk Company running the clacks system.

Other titles from Terry:
"Wyrd Sisters"
"Monstrous Regiment"
"Equal Rites"
"Jingo"

Ignatius Donnelly continues from "Ragnarok:"

The world has ripened for destruction; and "Ragnarok," the darkness of the gods, or the rain of dust and ashes, comes to complete the work.

The whole story is told with the utmost detail, and we shall see that it agrees, in almost every particular, with what reason assures us must have happened.

"There are three winters," or years, "during which great wars rage over the world." Mankind has reached a climax of wickedness. Doubtless it is, as now, highly civilized in some regions, while still barbarian in others.

"Then happens that which will seem a great miracle: that the wolf devours the sun, and this will seem a great loss."

That is, the Comet strikes the sun, or approaches so close to it that it seems to do so.

"The other wolf devours the moon, and this, too, will cause great mischief."

We have seen that the comets often come in couples or triplets.

"The stars shall be hurled from heaven."

This refers to the blazing débris of the Comet falling to the earth.

see: http://www.space.com for the past 10-year history of comet falls, sightings, and significant portends of "myth" to our current Age. Particularly note the events of 2001 through 2005, some of which were foretold in QIM Tunes. [pronounced "eem" - as in the Hagar Qim.]

As the detritus of the coastal slaughters echoed across the nation's psyche, so did a significant event occur in the Red Sea. An Egyptian Ferry carrying over 1300 passengers home to Safaga, after a Meccan pilgrimmage, began to burn. The ferry landing originated in Jeddah. The Jed is a significant phrase carried throughout QIM Tunes. The Captain of that flaming vessel abandoned his charges for the safety of a lifeboat, as was told by witnesses. A cowardly act, no doubt, but not unknown and foretold in prophetic and other legends. Not the first and probably not the last. Do our true colors and foundations come forth in times of crisis? You bet yah. Well, days of reckoning do follow these darkening times, karmic cycles come closer together, and those so appointed will be the final judges.

Ignatius Donnelly further elucidates the sea/vessel bridge connections in crossing the earthly to purely soul plane:

RAGNAROK
THE AGE OF FIRE AND GRAVEL:
Chapter 3 - THE BRIDGE:

....among all the races which went out from this heavenly land, this land of high intelligence, this land of the master race, it was remembered down through the ages, and dwelt upon and sung of until it moved upward from the waters of the Atlantic to the distant skies, and became a spiritual heaven. And the ridges which so strangely connected it with the continents, east and west, became the bridges over which the souls of men must pass to go from earth to heaven.

For instance:

The Persians believe in this bridge between earth and paradise. In his prayers the penitent in his confession says to this day:

"I am wholly without doubt in the existence of the Mazdayaçnian faith; in the coming of the resurrection of the latter body; in the stepping over the bridge Chinvat; as well as in the continuance of paradise."

The bridge and the land are both indestructible.

Over the midst of the Moslem hell stretches the bridge Es-Sirat, "finer than a hair and sharper than the edge of a sword."

In the Lyke-Wake Dirge of the English north-country, they sang of
"The Brig of Dread
Na braider than a thread."

In Borneo the passage for souls to heaven is across a long tree; it is scarcely practicable to any except those who have killed a man.

In Burmah, among the Karens, they tie strings across the rivers, for the ghosts of the dead to pass over to their graves.

In Java, a bridge leads across the abyss to the dwelling-place of the gods; the evil-doers fall into the depths below.

Among the Esquimaux the soul crosses an awful gulf over a stretched rope, until it reaches the abode of "the great female evil spirit below" (beyond?) "the sea."

The Ojibways cross to paradise on a great snake, which serves as a bridge.

The Choctaw bridge is a slippery pine-log.

The South American Manacicas cross on a wooden bridge.

Among many of the American tribes, the Milky Way is the bridge to the other world.

The Polynesians have no bridge; they pass the chasm in canoes.

The Vedic Yama of the Hindoos crossed the rapid waters, and showed the way to our Aryan fathers.

The modern Hindoo hopes to get through by holding on to the cow's tail!

Even the African tribes, the Guinea negroes, believe that the land of souls can only be reached by crossing a river.

Among some of the North American tribes "the souls come to a great lake," (the ocean,) "where there is a beautiful island, toward which they have to paddle in a canoe of white stone. On the way there arises a storm, and the wicked souls are wrecked, and the heaps of their bones are to be seen under the water, but the good reach the happy island." [1]

The Slavs believed in a pathway or road which led to the other world; it was both the rainbow (as in the Gothic legends) and the Milky Way; and, since the journey was long, they put boots into the coffin, (for it was made on foot,) and coins to pay the ferrying across a wide sea, even as the Greeks expected to be carried over the Styx by Charon. This abode of the dead, at the end of this long pathway, was an island, a warm, fertile land, called Buyau. [2]

In their effort to restore the dead men to the happy island-home, the heavenly land, beyond the water, the Norsemen actually set their dead heroes afloat in boats on the open ocean. [3]




On a strange ending, we note that today is the birth anniversary of William Burroughs.

Oddly, a sea type creature called "Burrows of Callianassa - bouvieri Nobili" was named for the Safaga, Egypt port region wherein it is found. We don't know exactly what the squidgely Burroughs might have written about these days, ships aflame, and acts of human cowardice. But we figure he'd just pen that the "Captain got a bug up his ass, got naked, went out to lunch, will now have to sing for his supper, pay the piper, and pass another thousand portals in another millenia of ad nauseum self will." Or something like that.

lol

There is truly only one salvation for the soul. That is to follow God's will. Not will of self. They are not one and the same, as airy fairy new agey tomes may pronounce. We may believe that we're given the gift of making the choice. True enough. We may follow self-determination. True enough. But in the end, whether Christian, Muslim, Hebrew, or even the satanists who wrote - you're asked to follow the will of the one in whom or what you believe as a consciousness higher than the Earth self. Maybe it's a bear or a tree or even a dang potato. But none of those things will take you to the Mount. Maybe the light of soul salvation's God is simply kindness. It could stand to reason. If it's an easy path, you ain't found it folks. Is it easy to love or be kind to someone like Jennifer San Marco, Jacob Robida, or the doomed ferry Captain? No, indeed.

You may ask what does Annie *know* of God's will? She has friends in low places who actually hold the highest soul place imaginable. Annie prays often that she is given patience and strength to honor the principles of practicing true love and kindness and knows she stumbles with some regularity. But, you find a hard worker and a lover of many and much in this writer.

Not wanting to end our blog entry on a preachynote, we'll just wish the following:

Annie is going off line for a time. Sing Joy to our Earth, Faith to God's light, practice kindness as you would so like to be treated, and love each other.