(06-24-2022, 01:06 AM)Fra Longino Wrote: [ -> ]Religion is not a mental game one plays to find the Prisca Theologica of basedness. It requires revelation. I want OP to go into a cave completely separated from Civilization and do nothing but say the name of Jesus over and over again while subsisting on nothing but a slice of bread a day and water for an entire month and then come back and see if any of this makes sense.
Perhaps God will speak to you and confirm the veracity of your claims. Perhaps not. If the latter, it's probably for the best that you leave these matters for the elect.
What you read, was it true or untrue, useful in some way or not useful, and why?
If unable to ask yourself these questions, but instead focused on petty genetic fallacies, alright:
I used my time off work to drive to Ettenberg, Berchtesgadener Land, where it is said that in 1238, the goddess "Isais" appeared to German knights of the Knight's Templar, led by Hubertus Koch. Koch and a number of his men had been instructed in an earlier apparition of Isais, while passing near what is Nineveh in modern day Iraq, to repair to the Untersberg mountain, and to build a house. This they did at Ettenberg. Indeed, a command post was erected here. There they were told, among other things (concerning the holy grail, for example), that Jesus was Wotan, and that Wotan now sleeps in the Untersberg mountain, where he will awaken when his people need him (which is now commonly known Untersberg folklore).
There is an inn in Ettenberg where I could stay. I pondered what to do, as in truth I did not have any plans in advance. I wandered through the woods near the town. There is a stream there, and a waterfall, and it is quite nice, but nothing happened. I resolved to quit the inn, to take my camping gear that I had brought, and to camp in the nearby woods in solitude. This I did for three days, eating the rations I had brought, spending the hours in contemplation, enjoying the nature around me. It is remarkable how little bored I was, in such scenery, despite my inaction. Yet, on the second and third days I became very desirous of advancing to my goal, and so I spent much of the day willing for the gods to contact me, or to show me a sign - simply willing; thinking about the desired outcome. But nothing came. When it came time to sleep on the third day, having had no success, I willed strongly to be contacted in the dream state with a sign or a word, and I went to bed. My dreams were unremarkable.
I woke at night to relieve myself, and upon leaving my tent to find a suitable place, heard a raspy, echoing noise in the distance, which sounded as if (and most probably truly was) a spoken word by the forest itself: "es ist hier". So I went in its direction, finding an unusually large tree. I searched around that tree, and found a carving, which read: "dummkopf", and included a drawing of a mountain. Probably scribbled by some delinquent.
Yes...of course, I was going to ascend Untersberg eventually anyway. I took this as a sign to immediately go there, and I packed everything. There are many paths to ascend from Ettenberg, which is nice, because Ettenberg is east of the mountain, while the "normie entrance" is west of the mountain, so that I did not encounter any campers in the night. I climbed through the eerie nighttime wilderness, not tired at all or thirsty or hungry, though it is quite a distance, until I reached a large clearing beside the path, through which ran a stream. I was overcome suddenly with a strong thirst, and drinking from my canteen, found its contents not to be sufficient to quench it. I therefore ran instinctively to the stream, from which I could filter water, but found the water level so low and the ground below so hard as to make my canteen impossible to fill.
I proceeded with the frenzied, and not quite logical, resolution to "walk forward until I found water", leading me across the stream through a forest, where my thirst was only becoming worse. The wind began to howl tremendously, pushing the trees around violently, causing branches and sticks to fall and to blow around wildly. I feared that I may be gored with one, especially as, behind me and in front of me, the trees were at an incline above me. So I dashed through the forest, hoping to reach a clearing, which I did.
But unfortunately not in the way I hoped. Passing out of the trees, I had run into a steep rocky hill, causing me to tumble down it, hurting my knee. I was not assisted by the wind continuing to blow from my right side, so that I not only fell, but fell with force to the left, and was unable to regain my footing until I had tumbled down completely. To worsen my injury was the fact that the bottom of the hill culminated in a ravine with a stream, leading me to rush forward, heedless of my crippled state, until I collapsed by the side of the stream, unable to walk. I didn't care, having obtained the means to quench my thirst, I stuck my face into the water until it was satiated.
Having my senses back now, I realized that I could not move with any effectiveness, and that I was bleeding. Having set my pack down at the first stream, I didn't have any way to call for help, either, and I was still concerned about the wind. But just as I was worrying, I heard a noise behind me, and looking, saw two cloaked figures approaching me, who I called out to. They did not respond, but continued to approach me. I could not see their faces, but could tell that one was male, and the other female. They silently picked me up and carried me, for some time, through the mountain. I did not inquire or speak a word, as this seemed to be approaching something near enough to the mystical experience that I sought.
I feel that I must omit the intervening portion of the story, but to continue from it: in the blinding darkness, I felt myself set down upon a chair, where I remained in silence for a few moments. Then, startlingly, a hand touched my wounded knee, whence the pain stopped, and I later saw that it was completely healed. The hand retracted, and what seemed to be minutes, but was probably only seconds later, I heard a voice speak from the direction of my right ear, as if from a person standing close by it, and it said, in a calm and measured male voice, in a way that sounded beautiful enough to be a song, or a poem: "you have come to seek approval for that which you will do anyway".
Indeed, I had. I had already been working on the project of Templist Canon by this time, when it was still a PDF document that I intended to circulate as a "holy book", before realizing the utility of Substack. Indeed, I had gone to Untersberg only to seek a sign of approval for this project. Indeed, I would have continued even if no sign were given.