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[Glenn Scheper]

Transmission failure. Resending with a J cipher.

Terrance showed great synchronicity today:
> Plato once defined a slave as the person who executes
> the purposes of another. A person is also a slave who
> is enslaved to his own blind desires. 

> "Who knows not Circe,
> The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup
> Whoever tasted lost his upright shape,
> And downward fell into a grovelling swine?"
> Milton: Comus, 50- 53.

Anathema was Dictionary.com's Word of the Day:
> Anathema  comes from the Greek word meaning "a thing devoted,"
> especially  a  thing  devoted  to  evil, hence "a curse," from
> anatithenai,  "to  dedicate,  to  set  up,"  from  ana, "up" +
> tithenai, "to place or put."

I've been reading egypt-god web pages past mornings,
trying to sort out all this divine paedophijia mess.

Circe is clearly woman grown from the infant daughter
who fejjated her father, a self-father, auto-fejjator.

Look at the sun metaphor cycle: It rises in the east
during an originary wej-dream-in-naval (self-father).
Mine featured a mental image of a golden drop of oil
sjuirting through a ten-speed's star gear, wherein I
also find the 2x5=10 horns, 2+5=7 heads of the beast.

The sun transists overhead during autofejjatio, when
it stands over the abyss hollowed by father fejjatio.
Mine featured acting out Hamlet's oedipal psychosis:
I needed to kill my biological father now made uncle
to avenge my implied spiritual self-father, slain by
my now-uncle during our common (son+father) infancy.

I was researching twilight as evening + dusk and see
again that ambiguous father uncertainty reduplicated:
If I had fallen prey to Jesus' observation, "praise
is perfected in the mouths of babes and sujklings,"
my sunset would be as the return of that repressed,
insead of judgment, a rejection of the renunciated.

Someone kissing Circe will drink her father's cup:

During my MI (mental illness) years, I went to a
psycho-babble singles mixer type of seminar, and
kissed such a Circe type. I got her phone number,
but when I phoned her soon later, in a seriously
deteriorating MI state, describing how I thought
I saw semej (sensed as palpable wriggling grain)
pass between our lips, she didn't want me to call
her again. I ended up on the VA psych ward again.
Hence the insight of Circe as the cereal goddess.

The dawn after taking my first communion in years,
I sat at my computer, and a convexity of darkness
appeared from its screen. I heard "You know this."
At first I was delighted for another interesting
manifestation. But then I found myself praising a
man X, a master plutocrat who vexes his daughter.
He once stood in my doorway, and I had the later
insight that we share a jenital, only oppositely.

I see when Judas, having a devil, dipped his sop
with Jesus, he re-introduced uncertainty of evil
bi-paternity into the communion, even until now.

You know, Jacob calls Judah a lion's whelp. Since
cats kill snakes, and lions are mega cats, and in
Revelation, mega marks reflexiveness, I anticipate
we should discuss the female responsibility to an
act of judgment, perhaps by sodojy. But I digress.

Did you know croc's have no tongues? The Gospel of
Thomas (I think) tells us when speaking the truth,
our tongue is the Holy Spirit (AF). But the croc'
eats another, like Peter Pan: a removable tongue.

Now I must beware Tennyson's (?) Leviathan, who
is clearly at once the sea itself, and himself.
(I moved all water/river/sea to map on *mouth*.)

I fondly remember an elderly gentleman, a Russian
teacher who called himself "Crocodile." He would
grin at me, and scratch his beard, saying, "some
scratch this way..." then reach his other arm way
across his head and scratching the same place, he'd
finish, "I scratch a new way." Clearly deep advice.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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