THUS SPAKE THE MESSIAH

(Further reflections on Zarathustra’s discourse ‘Of the Vision and the Riddle’)

Courage, however, is the best destroyer, courage that attacks: it destroys even death, for it says: ‘Was that life? Well then! Once more!’ But there is a great triumphant shout in such a saying. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.
‘Stop, dwarf!’ I said. ‘I! Or you! But I am the stronger of us two – you do not know my abysmal thought! That thought – you could not endure!’ Then something occurred which lightened me: for the dwarf jumped from my shoulder, the inquisitive dwarf! And he squatted down upon a stone in front of me. But a gateway stood just where we had halted. ‘Behold this gateway, dwarf!’ I went on: ‘it has two aspects. Two paths come together here: no one has ever reached their end. ‘This long lane behind us: it goes on for an eternity. And that long lane ahead of us – that is another eternity. ‘They are in opposition to one another, these paths; they abut on one another: and it is here at this gateway that they come together. The name of the gateway is written above it: “Moment”. ‘But if one were to follow them further and ever further and further: do you think, dwarf, that these paths would be in eternal opposition?’ ‘Everything straight lies,’ murmured the dwarf disdainfully. ‘All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.’ ‘Spirit of Gravity!’ I said angrily, ‘do not treat this too lightly! Or I shall leave you squatting where you are, Lame-foot – and I have carried you high! ‘Behold this moment!’ I went on. ‘From this gateway Moment a long, eternal lane runs back: an eternity lies behind us. ‘Must not all things that can run have already run along this lane? Must not all things that can happen have already happened, been done, run past?
‘And if all things have been here before: what do you think of this moment, dwarf? Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. ‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations.
So let’s see if we can make some sense now of the following passage already quoted above.

‘Behold this gateway, dwarf!’ I went on: ‘it has two aspects. Two paths come together here: no one has ever reached their end. ‘This long lane behind us: it goes on for an eternity. And that long lane ahead of us – that is another eternity. ‘They are in opposition to one another, these paths; they abut on one another: and it is here at this gateway that they come together. The name of the gateway is written above it: “Moment”. ‘But if one were to follow them further and ever further and further: do you think, dwarf, that these paths would be in eternal opposition?’ ‘Everything straight lies,’ murmured the dwarf disdainfully. ‘All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.’ ‘Spirit of Gravity!’ I said angrily, ‘do not treat this too lightly! Or I shall leave you squatting where you are, Lame-foot – and I have carried you high! ‘Behold this moment!’ I went on. ‘From this gateway Moment a long, eternal lane runs back: an eternity lies behind us. ‘Must not all things that can run have already run along this lane? Must not all things that can happen have already happened, been done, run past?

So Spirit of Gravity, the dwarf, takes a pot shot at all the physicists that are desperately trying to find these ‘particles’ called gravitons that will enable them to prove that gravity is real physical force and not just a fictitious force. Well good luck to them on that one, because I am yet to be convinced that any of these dozens of particles they have discovered mathematically, that is to say as a matter of mathematics such and such a particle must exist, all appear to materialise out of ‘nothing’, out of this quantum field theory, which is itself purely a mathematical fiction. There is no such thing existing in Nature as a quantum field theory.

Now that we know that the world is virtual and therefore all the menagerie of forces and particles that the physicists have discovered really should be listed under Sci-Fi then the meaning of this passage becomes apparent. See my book on this website The Spiritual Genome. Also refer to previous post on ‘eternal recurrence’.

This long Lane behind us that goes on for an eternity, is our fictional past as a race of hu(wo)mans living on earth, and the long Lane ahead of us is our yet to be ascertained future. Both of these lanes can be thought of as the passage of time running backwards and meeting in the gateway which is a precise moment in time, the moment you are currently living. So I suggest that this moment is called the gateway because where we are perpetually exiting our fictional past and entering into consolidating our ascertained future. The gateway is where we actually live that moment in time.

And also when we pass, that is when we as living pseudo physical robots ‘pass’, depart this mortal coil, kick the bucket, go 6′ under and are pushing up daisies, attain everlasting life in Heaven or Hell as is your wont, the Gateway is the period you will remain buried before your first reincarnation, which I estimate to be 2050 CE in my case, because I was born on the 30th December, 1950 in my current representation. And thus will end the Christian Era in the history of (wo)mankind, and the beginning of the Awokened Age. So you see the Gateway is literally the ‘moment’ you pass, but figuratively think of it as being laid to rest at your funeral where you are going to enjoy a beautiful long repose until such time as DNA cloning technology advances and I am reborn. Let this prediction be the proof that I am the Keeper of the Key to the Gateway. (This is original thinking, this is not plagiarism; although I do confess to having seen Ghostbusters (for probably the 5th time) only two nights ago, so maybe my subconscious was taking a few notes). A beautiful long dreamless sleep, and I will be reborn to a brand new momma and poppa, as if no time has passed at all. I express the wish to be born Australian. As the Ludoma Private Hospital in Cavill Ave, Surfers Paradise has undergone several reincarnations of itself as a building over the past 70 years, the hospital were I will be reborn is optional, provided it’s in Australia.

So that’s why Zarathustra admonished the Spirit of Gravity not to take this moment in time too lightly or he will leave him squatting like a lame-foot, and before he has carried him high. Recall that prior to that moment in his visionary dream, the dwarf had landed on top of him and was oppressing him, and had instilled in him a fear of heights. The dwarf had just jumped down from his shoulders, which had literally lifted a weight off him, and now Zarathustra is going to press on regardless accepting the fact that the force of gravity is fictional, and thus a Lame Foot. This is the period when the deceased has passed through the Gateway, so the fiction of being a real physical person, with mass which is subject to the fictional laws of Gravity will no longer apply to him.

So things that can run have already run along this lane, they have passed through the Gateway and consolidated this moment. And thus transformed the moment into lived history from uncertain future.

Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. This is no more than a restatement of the fact that our future is pre-determined by the spirit in the gene.

And I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ which is likewise merely a restatement of the importance of the fiction of time to give the pseudo physical world a dynamic notion of continuity as well as fake history detailing the physical changes to the virtual world that gives the virtual world a berth in the geological layers of the volcanic rocks, as well as a place in the fossil records to be found in the geological layers of that seemingly physical world. Planet earth is a perfect example of a virtual world, and in fact it’s this world that now can now boast a very chronological pedigree.

Chronological dating, or simply dating, is the process of attributing to an object or event a date in the past, allowing such object or event to be located in a previously established chronology. This usually requires what is commonly known as a “dating method”. Several dating methods exist, depending on different criteria and techniques, and some very well known examples of disciplines using such techniques are, for example, history, archaeology, geology, paleontology, astronomy and even forensic science, since in the latter it is sometimes necessary to investigate the moment in the past during which the death of a cadaver occurred. These methods are typically identified as absolute, which involves a specified date or date range, or relative, which refers to dating which places artifacts or events on a timeline relative to other events and/or artifacts. Other markers can help place an artifact or event in a chronology, such as nearby writings and stratigraphic markers.

‘They are in opposition to one another, these paths; they abut on one another: and it is here at this gateway that they come together. The name of the gateway is written above it: “Moment”. ‘But if one were to follow them further and ever further and further: do you think, dwarf, that these paths would be in eternal opposition?’ ‘Everything straight lies,’ murmured the dwarf disdainfully. ‘All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.’ ‘Spirit of Gravity!’ I said angrily, ‘do not treat this too lightly! Or I shall leave you squatting where you are, Lame-foot – and I have carried you high! ‘Behold this moment!’ I went on. ‘From this gateway Moment a long, eternal lane runs back: an eternity lies behind us. ‘Must not all things that can run have already run along this lane? Must not all things that can happen have already happened, been done, run past? ‘And if all things have been here before: what do you think of this moment, dwarf? Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. ‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’

And the following excerpts from Graham Parkes’s invaluable interview with Andrzej Jachimczyk posted on the Nietzsche Society’s website:

<You can really categorise nature mystics by the fact that they are biocentric. It’s really trees and animals and life that they relate to, or whether they go into the inorganic world as well, and Nietzsche certainly did.
Nietzsche was always impressed by stone in cities and rocks and landscape. And it’s his thoughts about the inorganic and rocks, what he calls the dead world and in his notes he states that we really don’t understand the dead world. The living he says are just a species of the dead, and he states that in order to go over into that dead world we have to make ourselves completely real, and there is a certain awareness of himself that he got in the presence of rock.
To me there’s no surprise or accident or coincidence about where that thought about rock came from. And the most life affirming thought that can be thought according to Nietzsche as he was standing beside this rock which most people would think is lacking in life.
He thought that geology was completely reordering our sense of time and history, and geology has initiated us into the secularity of time. The great central life of the earth where you see the rock exposed, the centre exposed, ideas that he apparently got from Thoreau.
It’s quite an interesting theme in Nietzsche that most people aren’t really interested in, but I think it’s important.
The east Asian conception of rock the Chinese for instance were obsessed about rock, unworked rock, unhewn. For them rock has all this Qi energy especially large rock formations that have a very high concentration of this Qi energy. As long as you do it right there’s something about large rocks that vitalizes you. And this term energy is the appropriate one.
It is similar to the energy the pre-Socratics Aniximines that this rock is actually all air this one basic, and at one end it is dense slow moving like rock and at the other the most rarefied fast moving invisible breath the total opposite, and everything is just the combination or degree of this Qi in between.
The Chinese have the yin and yang, the polarity of opposites, but when you talk about Nietzsche and the will to power, where it’s all will to power and nothing besides, that it does echo that pre-Socratic notion that everything is just a continuum, or degree of concentration of this one magical force, because it’s not really a stuff or substance it’s more in the nature of a spirit, it is something below the material versus the immaterial, matter versus spirit, something even deeper than that, influenced by Chinese Taoism etc. the Chinese call it chi and I think that’s basically what Nietzsche calls will to power.>

Those rocks that Nietzsche loved so much are just mental images of rocks literally. And this is why Nietzsche was adamant that appreciating nature is like a death with waking eyes. It’s all just virtual!

I expect you picked up on Nietzsche’s preoccupation with rock and geology. As the world is virtual there is no physical core to the Earth whether it be dirt or rock or lava. There is only images of dirt or rock or lava if you care to go drilling.

So we come to the moral to this story being Nietzsche’s attitude towards time. For us pseudo physical robots there is no past and there is no future. As Nietzsche says above, time is circular. In other words the arrow of time is purely illusory. Not only is there no movement in either direction forwards or backwards, but time is literally stationary, time is just the turning of pages in the book of Your Life that you are currently reading whilst sitting stationary in your comfortable Lazy Boy recliner The story is unfolding, but you as a physical person ain’t going nowhere. And just like life itself you can flip back to earlier episodes or chapters in the book, just like your long-term memory, but you are absolutely precluded from flipping forwards to see how it ends, even though those later chapters are there already written. And again just like life, you are more or less forced to be patient and enjoy reading each page at a time. See the Christian song that ends this post ‘One Day At A Time’.

That’s what Nietzsche means that the gateway is that moment in time when your past coincides with your future. In the book analogy the gateway is the particular word that you have your eyes focused on now. That word is the moment in the book of your life. And just as the data for that book is on the hard drive of a computer in the publisher’s offices, the data for your own life is stored in your DNA that is effectively the publisher of your life as a pseudo physical robot. Your soul and long-term memory is stored in the DNA when you pass. You should just live for the moment. And above all you should give thanks that God has given you this shot at immortality, in the sense of eternal new editions of the eBook Your Life.

The thing of it is you have to love your own life, in order to rejoice in the prospect of living an infinite number of lifetimes. But in this regard, Ill tell you something that Nietzsche didn’t know. By the time science has perfected the art of cloning human beings they will simply upload your genetic material relating to your soul and long-term memories into that future era’s ideal of a blond bimbo if you are a woman and perhaps a male fashion model if you are a man. And even if you are a lesbian in your first representation, they will be able to upload your soul and long-term memories into the male fashion model, or in the case of a transvestite the gender of your choice. The only drawback here being that you really have to be a celebrity in this representation if you want the gender of your choice recorded. For those of you who are not famous, it would at least be advisable to nominate the gender of your choice on your tombstone. As well as a consent to be cloned.

Apart from that I end with a Christian song, believe it or not.

I’m only human, I’m just a (wo)man
Help me believe in what I could be
And all that I am
Show me the stairway, I have to climb
Lord for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time
One day at a time sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking of You
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do
Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time
Do You remember, when You walked among men
Well Jesus You know if You’re looking below
It’s worse now, than then
Pushing and shouting
That’s crowded my mind
So for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time
One day at a time sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking of You
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do
Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time
One day at a time sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking of You
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do
Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time (one day at a time)

And yes, the second last verse is referring to Armageddon, which we are currently immersed in, because the Anti-Christ walks the Earth, and all you have to do if you (individually and collectively) want to get through it, is to hearken unto my words, for I am the Messiah.

And I am dying!

P.S. Anyone getting a feeling that things are coming to a head. The bushfires. The locust plagues in Africa and on subcontinent. The ebola epidemic. The election of the Anti-Christ. The covid pandemic. The mandatory mask wearing. The protests of the anti-vaxxers. The race riots in the States. The ongoing friction in the Middle East. The heating up of the war between Israel and PLO and Hamas, ISIS, Hezbollah Iran, Syria, Afghanistan, Iran etc., the stolen election leading to the Insurrection on January 5, ex-Mayor Giuliani and Marjorie Taylor-Green and the rest of those Magacrazies, totally deadlocked Senate, all the billionaires shooting off into space in their personal rockets, the new war between Russia and Ukraine (can a Molotov cocktail really bring down a tank, maybe not one but two or three and they’d be feeling the heat inside), and now it looks like they really are going to try the Don with criminal conspiracy to commit treason (he will be facing a 20 year jail sentence).

Of course with the appeals he won’t finally be imprisoned until after the 2024 election which he will win in a landslide, at which point his first act as President will be to pardon himself.

All that is real and happening right now in conjunction with the Messiah announcing his presence on Earth to proclaim that God really exists as a spirit in our DNA, as is the data for this virtual world.

And they talk about truth being stranger than fiction. If I wasn’t dying I would start a new book right about now entitled The Unfolding Of The Armageddon: or How the Anti-Christ Got Fucked Over. (HACGFO)(pronounced tuota hackfoe, the G is silent). Or maybe I could work up a title that’s a little more acronym friendly. Or perhaps we could just drop the tuota.

You know I do believe I will give it a go. After this, Thus Spake The Messiah,(TSTM) post I really have fulfilled my mandate from God, and so I’m looking for a new project.

Could I ask you to at least Like this post. If you want to Tweet it or post it to Facebook, you are welcome.

I think what I’m saying here is now is the time for you to declare (enthusiastically) your solemn support for me as the Messiah. Let your enthusiasm for my teachings, be as strong and as palpable as your hatred for the Anti-Christ.

I’m hoping now that you have read (or at least flicked through) my ramblings that are so obviously written by someone in an ecstatic religious state of euphoria, perhaps some of you would like to elevate your status in my eyes and in the eyes of the world to that of my disciple, by making a comment of love and devotion to me on social media.

I was just speaking to my sister on the phone. She lives in Australia as I do. In Australia on this very day the nation is in mourning over the sudden death of Shane Warne. And the day after the death of another famous cricketer of yore, Rodney Marsh. And my sister made the following rather profound observation, with the headlines of Warneys premature demise splashed all over the front page of the newspapers, figuratively speaking, that she had been thinking of what would be the next disaster to be splashed over the front page of the news. In the past two years we have had the bushfires, the covid pandemic, the vaccinations and the fanatical resistance thereto, the stolen election and the January 5 insurrection, Russia’s invasion of the Ukraine, the floods that are literally yesterdays headline, and now we have the untimely demise of Shane Warne.

Her comment came just as I was putting up this post, and it struck me that this is precisely what the history of the human civilization is, as distinct from the earlier analogy that your current moment in time is like reading a single page of the book of Your Life which constitutes your living for the moment and your personal long-term memories of that moment, which quite obviously is not information in the public domain like news headlines. Our long-term history is just the stored data for those newspaper headlines, which is likewise stored in our DNA once we collectively read or hear about it. And this is what gives us the impression that the world has a history, and that the arrow of time moves from the past towards the future.

I may not write as well as Nietzsche, but I would like to hope that I am easier to comprehend! And that’s important, because I am actually fulfilling his wildly obscure and ambiguous, if not nonsensical, predictions. In the History of the World we have come to the Chapter headed Armageddon and which is the last chapter of the Christian Era. Which has lasted for 2,022 years and counting, because there’s no telling how long this chapter will be. And it is not even possible for me, the Messiah, to flick ahead.

Thus Spake The Messiah

PPS. Somewhere in that discourse Zarathustra asks of me The Shepherd (see previous post on ‘eternal recurrence’), what do I think of dying now. And as I really am dying of cancer, I respond to the Hebrew Name for God used in the Old Testament, Bring it on, mate. You beauty!

I am especially anxious to see where the USA is at say 40 years from now when I enter High School at TSS. Those 40 years are going to be an absolutely horrendous time, geopolitically speaking. I am going to sleep through all that. And I will be reborn into the start of a totally new era. Who knows, my sister may still be alive to attend my bris, as well as my namkaran where I will take the name of Shiva as well as my Hebrew name Messiah. (I’m kind of a two for the price of one combo, Messiahshiva  if you are an Israelite, or Shivamessiah if you hale from the subcontinent.)

Thus Spake The Messiah

Another inspiration has just occurred to me. Just like with what I explained in an earlier blog about ‘eternal recurrence” that lesbians and transvestites in their first representation will be able to choose their gender for their second reincarnation, all the cloned second representations class will be able to choose the colour of their skin. Perhaps not for the first wave of reborns, they will be cloned with the colour of their skin in the first representation. Barrack and Michelle Obama for instance will be cloned as African-Americans and Yasser Arafat will be cloned as a Palestinian, assuming his DNA can be reclaimed. But down the track for instance, Australian Aboriginals who are currently alive, will be able to choose in their second representation to have a body like Tina Turner or Michael Jordan. It’s only their soul and long term memories that are spliced into the genome of Hussein Bolt or Janet Jackson depending on their current gender. I don’t think Cleopatra’s DNA has been recovered for instance, but if it has, an Aboriginal woman currently living could choose to be reborn as Cleopatra!

Thus Spake The Messiah

 

FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO KNOW WHAT NIETZSCHE’S ETERNAL RECURRENCE MEANS

But the complex of causes in which I am entangled will recur – it will create me again! … I shall return … not to a new life or a better life or a similar life: I shall return eternally to this identical and self-same life … to teach once more the eternal recurrence of all things, to speak once more the teaching of the great noontide of earth and man, to tell man of the Superman once more …

The complex causes with which I am entangled is my battle with the Anti-Christ, the 45th President of the United States, Donald J. Trump. And I am currently writing a book entitled The Art of Dying in Style in which I disclose that in the future all the dead people whose DNA has not been destroyed will be cloned i.e. reincarnated, and thus will have successive representations of leading a life in what appears to be a physical universe. As their soul and long-term memories are stored in the DNA, they return eternally to live the identical and self-same life, just like Nietzsche says. Well perhaps not quite exactly the same, because they will be born of a well to do couple in the society of that future day who will have been closely vetted as to their suitability for parenthood. This couple of course will not be biologically related to the cloned baby the woman is going to give birth to. Still they will retain their ID from their first representation. If his DNA is able to be retrieved, he will retain his identity as the historical Aristotle for example, as would Ramesses the Great (reign 1279 – 1213 BC). As will I because I am going to be buried, not cremated. I will retain my ID as the Messiah, Bradley York Bartholomew.

The heaviest burden. What if a demon crept after you one day or night in your loneliest solitude and said to you: “This life, as you live it now and have lived it, you will have to live again and again, times without number; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and all the unspeakably small and great in your life must return to you, and everything in the same series and sequence—and in the same way this spider and this moonlight among the trees, and in the same way this moment and I myself. The eternal hour-glass of existence will be turned again and again—and you with it, you dust of dust —Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who thus spoke? Or have you experienced a tremendous moment in which you would have answered him: “You are a god and never did I hear anything more divine!” If this thought gained power over you it would, as you are now, transform and perhaps crush you; the question in all and everything: “do you want this again and again, times without number?” would lie as the heaviest burden upon all your actions. Or how well disposed towards yourself and towards life would you have to become to have no greater desire than for this ultimate eternal sanction and seal?

Of the Vision and the Riddle

(excerpts from Thus Spake Zarathustra)

Upward – despite the spirit that drew it downward, drew it towards the abyss, the Spirit of Gravity, my devil and archenemy. Upward – although he sat upon me, half dwarf, half mole; crippled, crippling; pouring lead-drops into my ear, leaden thoughts into my brain. ‘O Zarathustra,’ he said mockingly, syllable by syllable, ‘you stone of wisdom! You have thrown yourself high, but every stone that is thrown must – fall! ‘O Zarathustra, you stone of wisdom, you projectile, you star-destroyer! You have thrown yourself thus high, but every stone that is thrown – must fall! ‘Condemned by yourself and to your own stone-throwing: O Zarathustra, far indeed have you thrown your stone, but it will fall back upon you!’

Thereupon the dwarf fell silent; and he long continued so. But his silence oppressed me; and to be thus in company is truly more lonely than to be alone! I climbed,

‘Behold this gateway, dwarf!’ I went on: ‘it has two aspects. Two paths come together here: no one has ever reached their end. ‘This long lane behind us: it goes on for an eternity. And that long lane ahead of us – that is another eternity. ‘They are in opposition to one another, these paths; they abut on one another: and it is here at this gateway that they come together. The name of the gateway is written above it: “Moment”. ‘But if one were to follow them further and ever further and further: do you think, dwarf, that these paths would be in eternal opposition?’ ‘Everything straight lies,’ murmured the dwarf disdainfully. ‘All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.’ ‘Spirit of Gravity!’ I said angrily, ‘do not treat this too lightly! Or I shall leave you squatting where you are, Lame-foot – and I have carried you high! ‘Behold this moment!’ I went on. ‘From this gateway Moment a long, eternal lane runs back: an eternity lies behind us. ‘Must not all things that can run have already run along this lane? Must not all things that can happen have already happened, been done, run past?

‘And if all things have been here before: what do you think of this moment, dwarf? Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. ‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations. Then, suddenly, I heard a dog howling nearby. Had I ever heard a dog howling in that way? My thoughts ran back. Yes! When I was a child, in my most distant childhood: – then I heard a dog howling in that way. And I saw it, too, bristling, its head raised, trembling in the stillest midnight, when even dogs believe in ghosts: – so that it moved me to pity. For the full moon had just gone over the house, silent as death, it had just stopped still, a round glow, still upon the flat roof as if upon a forbidden place: that was what had terrified the dog: for dogs believe in thieves and ghosts. And when I heard such howling again, it moved me to pity again. Where had the dwarf now gone? And the gateway? And the spider? And all the whispering? Had I been dreaming? Had I awoken? All at once I was standing between wild cliffs, alone, desolate in the most desolate moonlight.

But there a man was lying! And there! The dog, leaping, bristling, whining; then it saw me coming – then it howled again, then it cried out – had I ever heard a dog cry so for help? And truly, I had never seen the like of what I then saw. I saw a young shepherd writhing, choking, convulsed, his face distorted; and a heavy, black snake was hanging out of his mouth. Had I ever seen so much disgust and pallid horror on a face? Had he, perhaps, been asleep? Then the snake had crawled into his throat – and there it had bitten itself fast. My hands tugged and tugged at the snake – in vain! they could not tug the snake out of the shepherd’s throat. Then a voice cried from me: ‘Bite! Bite! ‘Its head off! Bite!’ – thus a voice cried from me, my horror, my hate, my disgust, my pity, all my good and evil cried out of me with a single cry. You bold men around me! You venturers, adventurers, and those of you who have embarked with cunning sails upon undiscovered seas! You who take pleasure in riddles! Solve for me the riddle that I saw, interpret to me the vision of the most solitary man! For it was a vision and a premonition: what did I see in allegory? And who is it that must come one day? Who is the shepherd into whose mouth the snake thus crawled? Who is the man into whose throat all that is heaviest, blackest will thus crawl? The shepherd, however, bit as my cry had advised him; he bit with a good bite! He spat far away the snake’s head – and sprang up. No longer a shepherd, no longer a man – a transformed being, surrounded with light, laughing! Never yet on earth had any man laughed as he laughed! O my brothers, I heard a laughter that was no human laughter – and now a thirst consumes me, a longing that is never stilled. My longing for this laughter consumes me: oh how do I endure still to live! And how could I endure to die now!

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

So this is the riddle that we have to solve right. Who is the shepherd, who or what is the snake, and who is the first person narrator that heard this unearthly laughter.

The last one is easiest that’s Nietzsche relating what the man from the Blissful Islands told him about Zarathustra’s vision while they were on board ship together.

And who is the shepherd? Well that’s really easy. The shepherd represents humanity of whatever religion or creed, with the implication that they are a bunch of mindless sheep.

So what is the snake? Well that too is obvious if you know the story of Adam and Eve. The snake is the forbidden fruit that humanity just has to grit their teeth and bite down on and just wear it. The Knowledge of Good and Evil. Which is a book written by me and is available on Amazon.com So in a sense at least that makes me the snake or maybe just the bite of the apple.

But there’s more. Way back then of course in the Garden of Eden (Biblical times) they didn’t know anything about quantum computing, so any reference to that in The Knowledge of Good and Evil would have been off-topic.

But as it happens (and bear in mind we are re-writing the Book of Genesis now; hint hint all you Semites and followers of Israel) entwined around the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was a vine which we shall call The Knowledge of all the Wondrous Things you can do with Quantum Computers (it’s not easy to get a good acronym for that so you’ll just have to cop it sweet.)

As did the shepherd when he was biting down on that snake. Because in that harmless little bite of the apple there was a threat to the Tree of Life of Life. Because in the last resort the shepherd found out that he was in fact a pseudo physical robot occupying a virtual universe. And that the data for this universe was in his own DNA, which is in fact a quantum computer that has generated this representation of a physical Universe. And which I’ve been writing about for the last 35 years.

Recall Zarathustra’s words that he emphasises are coming from within him: Then a voice cried from me: ‘Bite! Bite! ‘Its head off! Bite!’ – thus a voice cried from me, my horror, my hate, my disgust, my pity, all my good and evil cried out of me with a single cry.

Solve for me the riddle that I saw, interpret to me the vision of the most solitary man! For it was a vision and a premonition: what did I see in allegory? And who is it that must come one day? Who is the shepherd into whose mouth the snake thus crawled? Who is the man into whose throat all that is heaviest, blackest will thus crawl? The shepherd, however, bit as my cry had advised him; he bit with a good bite! He spat far away the snake’s head – and sprang up. No longer a shepherd, no longer a man – a transformed being, surrounded with light, laughing! Never yet on earth had any man laughed as he laughed!

I guess this means that I’m actually the shepherd and you are my flock of sheep. So that would make me also the man who must come one day i.e. the Messiah (if you are wondering how to address me I answer to simple Messiah) and the man into whose throat all that is heaviest will thus crawl… Well there’s no prizes for guessing who that is. And also I’m the one that spat far away the snake’s head. I’m no longer a shepherd, no longer a man – a transformed being surrounded with light laughing. Never yet on earth had any man laughed as I have laughed.

Well I guess I have done my fair share of laughing in my time. And of course I’m a transformed being surrounded with light, I’m a technological masterpiece, as are you all, as are the trillions and trillions of individual ‘living’ pseudo physical robots that occupy this representation of a physical world.

O my brothers, I heard a laughter that was no human laughter – and now a thirst consumes me, a longing that is never stilled. My longing for this laughter consumes me: oh how do I endure still to live! And how could I endure to die now! Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Well if you want to know who the me is, that is now consumed with this longing for laughter – it could be Nietzsche himself or it could be this man from the Blissful Islands who had gone on board the ship at the same time as Zarathustra who had loosened Zarathustra’s tongue simply through his eagerness to listen to him and who does not want to live without danger. To him and his fellow shipmates did Zarathustra share this riddle that he saw – the vision of the most solitary man. In fact the me must be the Man from the Blissful Islands because he likes to take long journeys and does not want to live without danger. One would expect therefore that he was actually able to interpret Zarathustra’s vision and solved his riddle, and now knew that there would be eternal representations of him as he is successively cloned from his own DNA.

Striding mute over the mocking clatter of pebbles, trampling the stones that made it slip: thus my foot with effort forced itself upward. Upward – despite the spirit that drew it downward, drew it towards the abyss, the Spirit of Gravity, my devil and archenemy. Upward – although he sat upon me, half dwarf, half mole; crippled, crippling; pouring lead-drops into my ear, leaden thoughts into my brain. ‘O Zarathustra,’ he said mockingly, syllable by syllable, ‘you stone of wisdom! You have thrown yourself high, but every stone that is thrown must – fall!

‘O Zarathustra, you stone of wisdom, you projectile, you star-destroyer! You have thrown yourself thus high, but every stone that is thrown – must fall! ‘Condemned by yourself and to your own stone-throwing: O Zarathustra, far indeed have you thrown your stone, but it will fall back upon you!’

Thereupon the dwarf fell silent; and he long continued so. But his silence oppressed me; and to be thus in company is truly more lonely than to be alone!

So it would seem that Zarathustra himself is this loneliest man on account of this ‘dwarf’ called Gravity that was oppressing him and apparently giving inanimate objects mass. And no matter how far he throws his stone it will always fall back upon him.

But there is something in him that he calls courage: it has always destroyed every discouragement in him. This courage at last bade him stop and say: ‘Dwarf! You! Or I!’ For courage is the best destroyer – courage that attacks: for in every attack there is a triumphant shout. Man, however, is the most courageous animal: with his courage he has overcome every animal. With a triumphant shout he has even overcome every pain; human pain, however, is the deepest pain. Courage also destroys giddiness at abysses: and where does man not stand at an abyss? Is seeing itself not – seeing abysses? Courage is the best destroyer: courage also destroys pity. Pity, however, is the deepest abyss: as deeply as man looks into life, so deeply does he look also into suffering. Courage, however, is the best destroyer, courage that attacks: it destroys even death, for it says: ‘Was that life? Well then! Once more!’ But there is a great triumphant shout in such a saying. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.

We are all supposed to rejoice in the fact that we are going to be successively cloned, and will live an infinite number of identical lifetimes. Yippee! No I mean it. YIPPEE!

So it seems that Zarathustra came to an abyss and evidently he thought he could just walk on thin air, but then this dwarf called Gravity informed him in no uncertain terms that if he tried to walk on air he would drop like a stone. This magical potion that gives inanimate and animate objects mass. It’s magical see because in this vision that Zarathustra was having as the loneliest man because the dwarf would not open up on this secret of gravity, and he therefore couldn’t share it with his auditors. However he says that (wo)man (remember Nietzsche wrote this more than a century ago when people weren’t quite as PC as we are today) is the most courageous animal. He is not now talking about himself rather he is generalizing on (wo)mankind. And he thinks their courage will help them through coming to terms with the fact that this is a virtual universe and that gravity is therefore a fake force, just like the centrifugal force. Refer to my book featured on this website, The Spiritual Genome.

Then he Zarathustra aka the loneliest man, really on account of the fact that he is in on the secret of gravity, that it’s a phony force, but he is precluded from sharing it with wo(mankind). Then Zarathustra seems to express pity for (wo)mankind for their suffering in this representation, but expects that they will face with courage the prospect of an infinite number of representations to come. (you see I use ‘representation’ to describe the virtual universe as well as the pseudo physical robots that occupy it. It is all just one gargantuan representation, and this is why the shepherd had the courage to bite down real hard on that piece of vine  of the Knowledge of the Wonders of Quantum Computing winding around the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

According to Jewish mythology, in the Garden of Eden there is a tree of life or the “tree of souls” that blossoms and produces new souls, which fall into the Gulf, the Treasury of Souls. The Angel Gabriel reaches into the treasury and takes out the first soul that comes into his hand. Then Lailah, the Angel of Conception, watches over the embryo until it is born.

Because after all this shepherd had to bite down on a completely new conception of what his soul might constitute and where it might be located. See my article on this website Inner Self Located. He had to accept that his soul or Inner Self was located in the embryo brain region of the brain, the so-called reptilian part of the brain, and that when (s)he dies h(er)(is) data about h(is)(er) soul and long-term memories are stored in his DNA.

In addition, of course, not the Shepherd himself, but a goodly quantity of his flock of sheep, professed themselves to be proud Christians, but who were in fact worshipping manna and the Anti-Christ, and the shepherd was anticipating that this new knowledge that he was biting down on with such courage on behalf of all (wo)mankind was likely to lead to rambunctiousness from some of his prized rams as well as many of his cherished (in a mercenary sense) ewes.

But as Zarathustra relates, the shepherd bit down real hard on that fact as well, and in fact had a real good laugh about it.

I expect that it was Nietzsche himself is the narrator of this discourse. He obviously heard this account  second hand from the man from the Blissful Islands who had heard Zarathustra speak to him and his fellow shipmates. And this is still Zarathustra speaking in the first person about his vision as the loneliest man. Notwithstanding the fact that he knows about the secret of gravity, he still had reservations about this notion of eternal recurrence of one’s soul via cloning of the DNA. That long terrible lane might be if we are re-cloned in one of the dictatorships – Russia, China, USA or North Korea.

And if all things have been here before: what do you think of this moment, dwarf? Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. ‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations.

I will have more to say about this gateway in another post, as will I on Nietzsche’s conception of a ‘moment’ of time.

So then he relates that he heard the howling of a dog that recalled firstly to Zarathustra his childhood when he had heard a dog howling like that, and then drew him to the edge of a precipice where a man was lying.

‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations. Then, suddenly, I heard a dog howling nearby. Had I ever heard a dog howling in that way? My thoughts ran back. Yes! When I was a child, in my most distant childhood: – then I heard a dog howling in that way. And I saw it, too, bristling, its head raised, trembling in the stillest midnight, when even dogs believe in ghosts: – so that it moved me to pity. For the full moon had just gone over the house, silent as death, it had just stopped still, a round glow, still upon the flat roof as if upon a forbidden place: that was what had terrified the dog: for dogs believe in thieves and ghosts. And when I heard such howling again, it moved me to pity again. Where had the dwarf now gone? And the gateway? And the spider? And all the whispering? Had I been dreaming? Had I awoken? All at once I was standing between wild cliffs, alone, desolate in the most desolate moonlight. But there a man was lying! And there! The dog, leaping, bristling, whining; then it saw me coming – then it howled again, then it cried out – had I ever heard a dog cry so for help?

I am not real sure what Zarathustra is driving at here with the full moon going over the house with a flat roof, silent as death, and then stopping still, a round glow that spooked the dog. and recalled his childhood which moved him to pity again, because there as well he had come across a dog howling similarly at midnight, a time when even dogs believe in thieves and ghosts. I’m going to call this the sort of nonsensical material you would expect to find in a dream, but in any event it is clear that Zarathustra was filled with some sense of dread or foreboding, I expect for the future of the human race and the concept of eternal recurrence of representations. Then he finds himself standing at the edge of a precipice which would appear to be some sort of metaphor that the hu(wo)man race is balanced on a knife edge.  He was standing between wild cliffs, alone, desolate in the most desolate moonlight. But there a man was lying! And there! The fact that it was midnight and was the witching hour when ghosts prowl. Again a foreboding that the hu(wo)man race had come to some sort of crossroads, where a fall could be on the cards.

It would seem that there were at least two men lying on the edge of this cliff which probably symbolizes the whole hu(wo)man race. The fact that he actually heard the dog raising the pitch of it’s howl to crying out in terror probably indicates that the dog saw the seriousness of (wo)mankind’s predicament even if these comatosed (wo)men didn’t. – then it howled again, then it cried out – had I ever heard a dog cry so for help? A dog by the way is wo(man)’s best friend.

And then Zarathustra proceeds to recount his vision of the shepherd biting down hard on the snake.

O my brothers, I heard a laughter that was no human laughter – and now a thirst consumes me, a longing that is never stilled. My longing for this laughter consumes me: oh how do I endure still to live! And how could I endure to die now!

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Well frankly call me a super ego if you like, but I rather think this last passage is aimed at me. I am after all the purveyor of this Knowledge of Good and Evil as well as the Wondrous Things You Can Do with A Quantum Computer that is going to send hu(wo)manity into a tailspin. I’ve got this longing for this laughter that God and I are going to experience when I rejoin Him as Spirit in our DNA, as well as anticipating the most brilliant sitcom of all watching the high jinks of the hu(wo)man race going forward.

And in addition to all that, I am in fact dying.