Epsilon Rising

The e-book

Another question often asked is this: Why English?

To answer it, just ask yourself, whether you are in Athens or in Istanbul, in Amsterdam or Roma, in Sao Paolo, Mumbai, Tel Aviv, Shanghai or Nairobi, in Moskow or in Montreal: should we the message give, in, oh, let’s say, Ellenic? And tell you, as rabbis do to those who don’t read Hebrew, “Look at the letters. They will teach you.”?

Sure we could. But even then, in what language would we the suggestion make? The one universal language: English, the UniLingo.

There is no right or wrong. There is only what is, and what is to be done.

Those maladjusted to this here sick society, are, logically, the healthy. The aware and tired, most of them poised for action.

Henry Ford said, “It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning”. Let’s bring it on, that morning!

The little man’s favorite argument’s been this through all his days: “I’m too little to count for anything against them; them strong me weak too much; no use, no use I tell you………….”

And so it is a point’s been reached, a point with no precedent in the history of this Universe, with which this here planet’s limits are concerned: the no return old point.

It’s this maniacal helplessness of your polluted mind it is, that has contaminated Innocence, and the purity of Nature. And has allowed Jaa’s greed, unchecked, to consume or exploit all of the energy sources on Earth, all that there is for consumption.

It is remarkable to observe how can the simplest of ideas (”self-evident” insights to which their consciousness had not allowed a chance) radically transform the life of the human/s that it mightily might touch.

The shop-owner who buys his India-made Indian stuff from his friendly Indian-stuff-supplier for example, can deduct that the latter’s costs, by virtue of all profit laws, are necessarily lower than that the price that the former pays him; but still, not having been to India himself, he could not even approstimate (sic) how much lower. But then let’s say a traveller just happens to drop by, a traveller friendlily disposed towards the good shopkeeper, a traveller moreover that has lived most happily in India, and lets him in on that how much, the verification of which sets the shop-keeper’s head spinning, changing a decades-old, most solid life-pattern.
For, by virtue of this new insight, he must now take initiative and regular trips to India, and live a touch more happily ever after.

And there you have it, a simple example of how the simplest of one’s discoveries, given the chance, can turn one’s life around.

Not to touch upon discoveries of, for example, Continents, which had been there, wise men tell us, long before discovered, and suchlike things as Gravity, or R&D NA.

The ancient legend of the OakMen tells of Zeus, father of Gods, his sacred Oak (Drys) in the alcove of Dodona, and the Prophesy its priests (Druids) once read in its leaves’ whispers to the Wind. This Prophesy survived the horrific plague called Christianity with all its various witch-hunts that labored to obliterate it as it passed down through the ages, from Druid’s mouth to Druid’s ear. Here published are but a few excerpts:

The Eye is the window to the Soul.

The OakMen will recognize each other by the color of their eye, when drawn to each other for to fulfill their mission before The End, and just at the nick of Time.

The cult number of the OakMen is the ‘E’ (psilon): ‘5′ in “Arabic” numerals, ‘ה’ in Babylonian/Chaldean, and in Latin ‘V’ (for Victory—or Nike, as better known). Their cult tree is the mighty Oak, their cult bird the Coronis—or Crow(n), as better known; and their cult insect (that all tongues have given it a name most spiritual (’Solomon’s camel’, ‘the Prophet’s camel’, or ‘Madonna’s pony’, to name a few) is, in English, the ‘Praying Mantis’.

The SheWolf is their cult animal, their Eye has the sweetness of the acorn, and the second cycle Venus Occultation, on 2012’s Winter Solstice, will mark The End of this unhappy here, Jaa-dominated, Era.

We and All Our Relations (mobile or im-, on, in, or under, the waters, the lands, or the heavens), are living HereNow on this planet a reality that’s not our own original; experiencing a violent world that has been cut out to suit some big, bad, ugly bully’s needs. A world of greed, discord, UnNature. A world alien to Our Good Will and Sensuality. A world where Knowledge and Art rank not second even, but third best.

Fantasy, or imagination that has been shut off too long from Nature, degenerates into a self-deluding hell; a hell that nevertheless can be insidiously appealing. The transposition of this personal hell to others, JudaeoChristianoIslam-wise, through naked power or cunning rhetoric, is, and has duly caused, the greatest evil.

Why buy into this deviant fantasy of depraved oligarchs that has been pulled over our senses like a veil; just because their systematic brainwashing suggests it as the common reality, instead of working towards rebuilding that which We count Real, Our World, not theirs?!

The World of Knowledge and Art, which embodies, simply, the meaning of Life.

The question reasonably raised lately is, Why would Epsilon be based in, and operate out of, Turkey of all places? The answer, though not one-faceted, is plain enough and simple.

First off, even if the spiritual connection were ignored (Rumi, the poet of Epsilon, lived and died here, as did countless Ionian and Byzantine poets, philosophers, warriors and scientists); and take the matter strictly on a flesh-and-bone level, this is where, at these times universally most critical, the ongoing battle between the Jaa and Epsilon has reached a decisive point. For this is a symbol state, whose people are being called upon to take a stand, and make The Final Choice; of either relapsing into the Moslem State of not that long ago that it was, or honor the legacy of the maverick paradigm that, single-handedly, an Epsilon leader later nicknamed Ataturk, against all odds, created.

And second off, our MediTerra (MiddleEarth) has played CenterBase for Epsilon since the first landed settlement on this here planet’s surface; with Lykia, in what is now South Turkey, the only site on Earth that has retained the title that signifies our origin. For Lykia means WolfLand, with even the more generally accepted interpretation of Lyk/Luc/Luk/Lukk as Light, deriving from references to the Light of Sirius, aka the Dog (or, more correctly, Wolf) Star, our Metropolis. In Ellenic, Lyk is the root of Wolf (Lykophos {WolfLight} meaning in Ellenic Twilight, for example, and Lucifer meaning Bringer of Light in Latin); Lykos denoting the male animal, and Lykaina, more to the point, the Great SheWolf: the Totem of our Tribe.

The 2004 Venus Occultation highlighted the ancient Ellenic LandBase universally, by dint of fame (Athens Olympics) and glory (EuroCup), thus impressing on the ignorant masses the fact that we, the Epsilon, actually, historically, existed.

A few hours after the “Final family feud: East or West the Alpha male?” post is published, another plane, flying from Turkey, falls out from the sky into Holland. (The actual countries bare but small gravity in the matter; but they define the episode as well as give rhythm to the sentence.)

A couple o’ days after the “Walls and barracks and what’s in a name” post is published, the Bangladesh border guards massacre their bosses, initiating thus a week-long standoff with governmental forces.

Within a week after the launch of the podcast project on the “epsilon rising” manuscript, on which manuscript the Columbine high school massacre is “irrationally” analyzed; and not much more after a certain portrayal of the German postwar generations in “Epsilon and any given marked borderline/ ethnicity/ religion/ nationality”; a German teenager, with easily exploitable by European anti-gun lobbies access to a pistol, kills 15. (Exactly the number of the Columbine dead.)

And all this within less than three months after this here www.epsilonrising.com site is launched, at the exact moment in time that a freighter named Sirius became famous: held captive for ransom by Red Sea pirates.

What’s with all that and the Sirius connection now on top, you ax? This is for us—and the Jaa, of course, to know, and for you to find out, if you dare.

“When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.” It was not the Jaa per se that succeeded finally in overthrowing Epsilon dominance, and culture. It was the endless quarreling of free men, whose freedom of spirit shot upward and turned upon their heads, guided by their unwillingness to unite under a common directive, even if it directed them to safeguard that freedom.

“They would rather perish separately than agree together for any length of time or submit to the overall control of (any) one city or state”. Thus they lost that freedom. To a bunch of rachitic conspirators and their ChristianoDemocratic doctrines (music to slaves’ and minions’ and plebeian {m}asses’ ears).

It wasn’t “simply” political, or freedom of religion they lost, but total freedom of expression. They lost, that is, what matters most, in matters of the Matter. For what is a bodyMind (or bodySoul), on this here planet’s surface, whose Spirit can’t be duly expressed, most fluently and freely?