The Moon As Mary Magdalene

This crazy woman, whose attitude I like very much, wrote about some medieval paintings in which Mary Magdalene was posed sitting with a human skull in the painting. A retired auto engineer (desperately waiting for Godot) responded to her suggestions or implications with wounded amazement, crying that he (the self-appointed Catholic scholar on the discussion list) was not aware of such heresy, or something close, and seemed to accuse her of blasphemy!

Another member of the Thomas group (apparently composed of mostly people claiming to be ex-Catholics [and obviously deluded due to the irrefutable fact that no such animal as an "ex"-Catholic actually exists on the planet Earth]), a goat farmer, took the Dilbert's remarks as a scholarly challenge (a self-confessed history buff and rural Texas-bon vivant), then performed his own web search, and found images of several old European paintings of Mary Magdalene w/skull (Golgotha) and provided the pertinent links to these images to the members of the discussion list.

The foxily crazy woman, whose masculine writing style is interesting to me as her comment on her life itself, then provided some links to other images of Mary Magdalene dressed in red silk and brocade holding a skull in her lap. Last week, after a lackluster period of forced reflection, she finally realized that Thomas (of The Gospel of Thomas fame, AKA Tomas, the twin) was deliberately and ulteriorly postured as Jesus's twin brother/doppelganger, ergo... Gemini, the Twins. A duly nay-me-d constellation in the ancient Greek zodiac, and eventually, symbolic of the twin boys who were raised by wolves and founded Rome.

I think she will finally realize that Mary Magdalene represents the Moon in astrology, just as Jesus represents the Sun, and the twelve apostles represent the constellations of the zodiac. The paintings of Mary Magdalene represent Taurus and Scorpio of the zodiac. That is, they symbolize procreation vs recreation. Mary is never represented as an old woman no long capable of having more babies. She represents the very concept of impregnability, Taurus, as opposed to woman as a dried up (non-menustrating), clever old hag/crone bearing poisoned apples and mirrors. Scorpio. Death, and re-creative sex.

AAAAAaaaaaiiiiiyyeeeeeee!!!

The hastily drawn metaphor above is the first ti-me I've ever used an old woman who has gone through menopause as a symbol of Scorpio or of Death, but it won't be the last. Why am I always the last to know?

People like me who have studied astrology just enough to be dangerous understand what can happen once your knowledge of the rudiments surpasses that of your critics, and you can easily prove that such is so. Who's gonna tell you "NO! No. You've broke the rules. It doesn't work that way. You can't ethically or morally do that and survive without having to murder your own self to stop the madness!" Nobody knows.

I can't imagine it's any different in nuclear physics except for acquiring the necessary hardware. If you had control of the hardware, nobody could stop you because you're a prophet with an audience of One. Nobody would have the experience or insight to understand your nefarious goals or even that your goals were nefarious unless you sat down with a few bottles of wine between me-and-thee, and throughly explained yourself to a competent listener.

If practically any nuclear physicist was hell-bent of destroying the world with a self-conceived nuclear holocaust, nobody would know. That's why after they got their mojo working toward that end, and if they suddenly regretted it, the only way the world could be saved would be for they themselves to murder they own self to save the world from their unobservable intent. Who else would gnow self-murder needed doing but the hypothetical perpetrator? Would this be some exotic form of vain-glorious, self-induced regicide?

If this is some peripheral form of regicide that happens when some brave soul ventures beyond the pale of commonality and tries to reap the whirlwind (Dragon) to prove his mettle to the ladies-in-waiting? Dragons are mythical and only ex-is-t by abstraction, but the sword that dubs the knight is sometime double-edged and created to cut through flesh and bone both ways. That's what you gotta do to kill the Medusa. Cut off one of her heads on the first slice and another on the backhand. Zippity-doo-dah! Bouncing heads and mixed-metaphors galore!

For some people like this who have educated themselves on some obscure or solemn topic beyond the reach of a competent critic, they tend to take their spawn with them when they go. It's really not unusual anymore to find out via the media that some husband and father has murdered his wife AND children, and then himself. I've seen stories of the wife killing all the children, then herself, and leaving the proposed monster father and husband to live with the shame of their tragic obliteration. To me, it's as if they're trying to not only stop the madness they have discovered in themselves, but by killing their own children they are trying to keep it from spreading like a disease.

I must have had an extreme reaction to seeing some photographs of some of the beggars of Bombay. The pictures were accompanied by sworn testimony that some or most of the beggars had maimed themselves to attract more pity towards themselves, and thus earn more alms. My immediate intuition was that they could have as easily (or not) have generated within themselves a tumorous cancer. I began to "believe" that's where diseases of all kinds come from originally. Despair. It's almost like a required course on the hero's journey. Not the breath-stopping seven-come-eleven roll of the dice, but snake-eyes. POOF!