Legend of the Priestess
Nogia Nogia of Rujm el Hiri
((1600 BC) (Poetic Prose))
If there was no God, and somehow there was life as we know it now, religion would be all the same, holy and divine, the only problem is, there would be no counterweight, to evil. God is the only one, the sole being who has much need to intervene on man’s behalf, or let him drift in the hands of death and desire and indeed exalted evil of every kind without pretense.
All was blessings and curses; ecstasy and pleasure. Inclination to the Nephilm of the Circle of Raphaim; it was past the time when man was mature, he was wasteful with his plans and time, and efforts, he was seemingly, easily replaced, reproduced. No love came from the spring of generous sentiment from the Circle of Refaim; her title was Priestess, and her name: Nogia Nogia (meaning: touches gods, and gives ancient blessings—the gods being the Nephilim); she was the High Priestess in Egypt, in 1600 BC, and became likewise, High-priestess of Rujm el Hiri (Wheel of the Giants, the Circle of Raphaim).
She like all of her kind, wished love to emerge from itself, to become all it could become, like the conquered to conqueror: a part of the victim was to love at the same, to be enslaved, by the pleasure lover. This was the sensual delights of the Nephilim, and the High-priestess of the Circle of Raphaim.
The Nephilim were the landlords of the Great Circle of the Giants, the Angelic Renegades, of olden times. They offered charity and cruelty. Indeed indifferent and independent of mercy, they took upon them human flesh, and the High-priestess blessed them, Nogia Nogia, at the Circle called Raphaim.
Here six-thousand years ago, King Og, started to build his temple, on the green and shadowy plateaus of the Golan Heights, a hill overlooking, the moist evenings of summer. A mammoth zenith of thought went into this temple site, of curses and blessings to be, built high with boulders and stones, from generation to generation, here was the intimate relation between evil, cruelty and love, and what came forth was tragedy.
Here was the femininity of all the Middle East and Asia, as if she was omnipotent, of violet rays, love repressed, here was a priestess with a mysterious veil of canoness and cadaverous colors, from side to side, and to those who came to worship, she did marvelous things, the people adored her beauty and authority.
And when she died, her mummy-case was made of gold and enamel, as was her image. And she was taken to the British Museum, and there was an evil influence of intensity—a curse she brought with her, and those who handled her, died, and havoc was brought to the Museum, and then she was put on a ship, to sail across the Great Atlantic Ocean, and it sank, called The Titanic.
No: 620 (Poetic Prose) 5-8-2010
Nogia Nogia of Rujm el Hiri
((1600 BC) (Poetic Prose))
If there was no God, and somehow there was life as we know it now, religion would be all the same, holy and divine, the only problem is, there would be no counterweight, to evil. God is the only one, the sole being who has much need to intervene on man’s behalf, or let him drift in the hands of death and desire and indeed exalted evil of every kind without pretense.
All was blessings and curses; ecstasy and pleasure. Inclination to the Nephilm of the Circle of Raphaim; it was past the time when man was mature, he was wasteful with his plans and time, and efforts, he was seemingly, easily replaced, reproduced. No love came from the spring of generous sentiment from the Circle of Refaim; her title was Priestess, and her name: Nogia Nogia (meaning: touches gods, and gives ancient blessings—the gods being the Nephilim); she was the High Priestess in Egypt, in 1600 BC, and became likewise, High-priestess of Rujm el Hiri (Wheel of the Giants, the Circle of Raphaim).
She like all of her kind, wished love to emerge from itself, to become all it could become, like the conquered to conqueror: a part of the victim was to love at the same, to be enslaved, by the pleasure lover. This was the sensual delights of the Nephilim, and the High-priestess of the Circle of Raphaim.
The Nephilim were the landlords of the Great Circle of the Giants, the Angelic Renegades, of olden times. They offered charity and cruelty. Indeed indifferent and independent of mercy, they took upon them human flesh, and the High-priestess blessed them, Nogia Nogia, at the Circle called Raphaim.
Here six-thousand years ago, King Og, started to build his temple, on the green and shadowy plateaus of the Golan Heights, a hill overlooking, the moist evenings of summer. A mammoth zenith of thought went into this temple site, of curses and blessings to be, built high with boulders and stones, from generation to generation, here was the intimate relation between evil, cruelty and love, and what came forth was tragedy.
Here was the femininity of all the Middle East and Asia, as if she was omnipotent, of violet rays, love repressed, here was a priestess with a mysterious veil of canoness and cadaverous colors, from side to side, and to those who came to worship, she did marvelous things, the people adored her beauty and authority.
And when she died, her mummy-case was made of gold and enamel, as was her image. And she was taken to the British Museum, and there was an evil influence of intensity—a curse she brought with her, and those who handled her, died, and havoc was brought to the Museum, and then she was put on a ship, to sail across the Great Atlantic Ocean, and it sank, called The Titanic.
No: 620 (Poetic Prose) 5-8-2010
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