Destroyer of Worlds
Destroyer of Worlds
I don’t have much doubt that the Roman Catholic Church has been corrupt since its inception, and the deeper down the rabbit hole we go, the truths keep emerging.
I’ve come across several clergy within the RCC, from the distant past which seem to have triggered these same responses. One of them being…Albertus Magnus.
This man not only had a strange history but his actions seemed to have embedded the fact that he was indeed a man who had many secrets.
Albertus was repeatedly charged by some of his contemporaries with holding communication with the devil, and practicing the craft of magic.
Albertus Magnus Quotes:
“A daemonibus doctuture, de daemonibus doctet, et ad daemones ducit” (“It is taught by the demons, It teaches about demons and it leads to demons.”)
Albertus was a prolific writer, and in his writings, is was said to indicate the completion of a construction of a “BOX OF SECRETS”.
It was said to be constructed of two sets of panels, three of gold and three of lead. Each said to represent the alchemist’s duality of As Above, So Below. The lead represented, “Triangle of Knowledge of the Earth” and the gold was the “Triangle of Knowledge of the Heavens”.
Supposedly, they were constructed of symbols of alchemy and the signs of planets which when arranged into “the shape of The Master’s Plan” would open the “portals to the other side”.
Proverbial Light Bulb of Illumination
The heart of alchemy is spiritual. Although some would have you believe is is merely the physical transformation of metals, this is simply not true. On the surface, esoteric knowledge is about illumination and a transference of the mind, body and soul.
But, the truth is one cannot transfer the soul! Your mind and body can be manipulated such as the transition of Bruce Jenner. “I Am Cait” is a documentary series focusing on the influence of the Illuminati on its puppets.
Although Bruce is outwardly changed, his DNA is the same. So, when Bruce looks in the mirror naked, he sees what GOD created, but when he looks at himself in the mirror fully clothed…it reveals a confused person who adapted to the doctrine of Satan.
So in this example given, it actually gives us a picture of Satan and his “looking glass” culture.
Fr. Longenecker describes the Baphomet:
Rising from his lap is the pagan Caduceus–the rod with two serpents entwined that the pagan god Mercury carries. According to Satanic lore, this is a phallic symbol with the earth powers of the serpent intertwined.
The winged goat headed figure not only has male genitalia, but breasts.
Furthermore, when you look closely you’ll see that the beast has two arms–one male and one female.
On the arms are the Latin words “Solve” and “Coagula”. These mean “Separate” and “Come Together”. These are occult words for the task of the alchemist who takes what is integrated and natural–breaks it and then puts it back together in a new (and perverted) way.
This is precisely what Satan is doing at this time with human sexuality. Through feminism, homosexualism, trans genderism, gender confusion and “identifying” as whatever gender a person wants, the distinctions between male and female are being broken and coming “back” together in a perverts way.
Is this a form of alchemy? Physically, and spiritually. How so, if I said that alchemy is only spiritual? Because these people are physically and spiritually broken.
In Jesus Christ’s time, demons were successful in existing inside the mind and body of individuals. Demons had the ability to bring about many forms of sickness and diseases. Demons use you to as much as they can, to convince you to commit ungodliness, but their primary goal is spiritual death!
Lasciviousness is all lustful and sexual forms of perverseness. Its the loss of reason to bridle ones desires and causing one to adventure into any and all forms of lustful desires. Its having no control of and living with no boundaries.
All Men Can Be Built Equal
“Solve” and “Coagula”…, to separate and come back together? Does this technology originate here, or is it celestial?
The technology we possess allows us the opportunities to transcend the past with great strides. In fact, the technology we currently have is far behind what the reality of what our governments actually possess.
While we pay lip service to the tenet that “all men are created equal”, but one of our abiding fears is that one day, in fact, “all men can be built equal”.
Albertus Magnus’ writings indicated that after a thirty year long task, he was able to build an automaton which he named “Android”. It is said that he constructed it with the use of “…angels from the netherworld..” Combining this with the powers of the Philosopher’s Stone, he created the “metals and materials unknown to this world…” and chose them “according to the stars and planets…”.
This android was instilled with the powers of speech, thought, and some speculate a “soul”. Upon completion of this project, his student St. Thomas, destroyed the “diabolic being” and denounced it as “…a tool of Satan and a blasphemy to God.”
This information came from:
Reports that Albertus Magnus had a head with a human voice and breath and “a certain reasoning process” bestowed by a cacodemon (DEMON) eventually gave way to stories that he had built an entire automaton who was so overly talkative that his student Thomas Aquinas destroyed it for continually interrupting his train of thought.
The site also reports:
The writings of Philip LeMarchand, in fact, speak of ” The Magnus” showing him how to unlock the secrets of the world as well as how to construct ” …a toy of magical properties. ”
These “boxes” are what I refer to as Hellraiser Boxes! This is but one of these boxes from hell.
THE BRAZEN HEAD
Many people report that Roger Bacon, a Franciscan friar…was a wizard. Yet another man who is connected with the Roman Catholic Church who was a famous alchemist.
Many strange legends repeated claim that Roger Bacon, (likened to Francis Bacon) was actually possessed by St. Germain (Ascended Master).
Now the Pope knew Friar Bacon very well. They had formed a friendship at that time which was never to be broken. The Pope was a wise and broad-minded man, and he did not object to a little magic of the kind in which Friar Bacon delighted…
Every night, until long after the midnight hour, the light of the friar’s little lamp could be seen glimmering through the narrow window of his study and feebly twinkling in the darkness. The country people who saw it at a distance shook their heads, and whispered that the old wizard was busy with his magic again. And then they talked of the fearful things that had been seen and heard around the gloomy old tower. One man who had ventured quite close to it on a dark night had beheld blue flames dancing on the eaves and sheets of fire leaping from the roof. Another had heard dreadful shrieks and sharp, deafening sounds like thunder-claps issuing from the tower. A third had seen a star shoot from the friar’s window and lose itself far up in the sky. Such tales filled many a simple heart with awe.
Within his room, surrounded by his books and his instruments, Friar Bacon was content to let the world think of him as it would. One day Friar Bungay brought to him an old Arabic manuscript which some wandering knight had picked up in Spain or perhaps in far-away Palestine. The two friends set to work at once to make out its meaning. It was yellow and creased and covered with many a mysterious sign, but Friar Bacon did not lay it aside until he had read almost every word of it.
“It is strange, very strange,” said he to Bungay, “but I believe it can be done.”
“What!” cried Bungay, “can lifeless brass be made to speak and tell secrets that have been hidden from the wisest of men?”
“So says this manuscript,” answered Bacon; “and here are careful directions for making an instrument that will give the dead metal a tongue;” and he translated them again for his friend.
“The thing seems not unreasonable,” said Bungay.
“Let us try it,” said Bacon.
For seven years the two monks toiled in secret. Every day the furnace which they had built in the tower glowed with white flame, and from the chimney top such clouds of black smoke issued as caused the hearts of the country folk to beat again with fear. Old kettles and precious plates and ornaments gathered in foreign lands were broken up and melted. The brass hilts of old swords were thrown into the melting pot. Then came days upon days of molding and shaping and fitting. And at last the eyes of the two friends were gladdened by the sight of the object of all their labor. It was the head of an image of brass—faultlessly made, beautiful in every line, a wonder to look upon.
Then began the true work of the magician. The head was fastened upon a pedestal of marble. Clockwork was placed inside of it. Wires were attached to the tongue, the eyeballs, and other parts of the image. These were carried to mysterious jars of chemicals hidden away in a dark closet. Everything was done with care, strictly according to the directions given in the manuscript.
When at last the work was ended, the two friars took turns in watching the brazen head day and night. For more than a month there was never a minute that one of them was not sitting before it, and listening for any sound that it might utter. Then, worn out by his watching, Friar Bungay became ill and Friar Bacon watched alone. But neither friars nor philosophers can live long without sleep, and on the fifth night he was wholly exhausted.
“If I can keep awake but twelve hours longer,” he muttered, “the wonderful voice will speak and the great secret will be known.”
But he could not keep awake. His eyes closed in spite of himself; his head sank upon his breast; he fell gently back in his chair, and was asleep. In a moment he roused himself only to do the same thing again. Over and over this happened, until at last it lacked but three hours of midnight.
“I can hold out no longer,” he sighed. “Ah, if only Friar Bungay could come!”
Then a new thought came into his mind. He rang a bell, and in a few minutes the servant Miles came sleepily in, carrying a heavy cudgel.
“Miles,” said the friar, “will you do me a great favor to-night?”
“I will do anything that I can, master,” answered Miles, rubbing his eyes; “but I can neither fly nor swim. What is it you would have done?”
“Do you see this brazen head?” said the friar; and as he spoke he touched a secret spring which caused sparks of light to flash from the image’s eyes.
“Oh, master, you know that I see it,” said Miles, stepping back in alarm.
“Well, then, you must know that for nine and thirty nights Friar Bungay and myself have watched this head. Sooner or later, yes, perhaps even before another morning dawns, its lips will utter a secret of the greatest importance to every Englishman. And sad will it be for us if we fail to hear what is said.”
“Yes, master,” said Miles, trembling as he glanced about the room.
“You need not be afraid of the brazen head,” said the friar, as he touched another spring. “It may do strange things, but it will harm no man.” A sound like rolling thunder filled the room, the image’s eyes flashed again, and a cloud of blue smoke came pouring from its nostrils. Miles turned white with fear, and would have run out at the door had not the friar held him by the arm.
“Do not be afraid,” he said. “The head will not hurt you. It does these things at my bidding. If you do not touch it, it will remain quiet in its place, just as it is now.”
“I see, master, I see,” said Miles; “and it is not myself that will be afraid of a collection of brass. Why, I have fought in forty battles in France and in Flanders, and never yet have I known fear.”
“You are certainly a brave man, Miles, and that is why I have called you. The favor that I ask of you is this: Will you watch here for me for an hour or two while I get a little needed rest? You know that Brother Bungay has failed me these five nights, and I cannot keep awake longer.”
“Is it to watch the house that you wish me? There is certainly nothing hard in that. I will hold my good cudgel in my hand, and keep my eyes on every door and window so that no robbers will dare to come near.”
“But it is the brazen head that I wish you to watch. Keep your eyes on it, and if it should begin to speak, then call me quickly.”
“The brazen head, is it? Sure, and it cannot hurt me, for you have said so. But you will let me keep the cudgel, in case the robbers might come, won’t you?”
“Oh, certainly, Miles.”
“Then trust me, master. Go and take your rest, and I will watch like a sentinel at his post.”
“I do trust you, Miles. Good night!” And the weary friar went sleepily to his chamber and threw himself upon his bed.
IV. THE WATCHMAN
Miles sat down close to the door with his cudgel in his hand. For a while he kept himself awake by looking about at the strange objects which his master used when carrying on his studies. They were not unknown to him, for he had seen them daily when serving the friar’s meals; but now in the dim light of the flickering lamp they seemed to him like uncanny beings ready to pounce upon him and destroy him. He grasped his cudgel with a firmer grip, and looked at the brazen head. The face of the image seemed to be beaming with a kindly smile, and Miles felt much braver.
“The head cannot hurt me,” he said to himself; “and so why should I fear those other things? No, no, I am not afraid.”
In the farthest corner upon his right was the carefully closed cask in which was stored the wonderful black powder that had so frightened the Oxford professors. Miles crossed himself when he saw it, and drew a little farther away. Then his eyes rested on a strange piece of glass, round like a wagon wheel, through which the friar sometimes looked when studying the stars. On a table close by were flasks of all sizes and shapes, crucibles for melting metals, and instruments whose use was known only to magicians. While Miles was lost in thought about these strange things a slight noise caused him to look again at the brazen head. Its face still bore the smile that had braced his courage up, and he grew bold enough to speak to it.
“Ah, you head of brass,” he said, “you are nothing but yellow metal. You were made of the old kettles and sword hilts that I brought to my master. How foolish for any one to waste his time in watching you! How silly of my master to starve himself and me, in order to buy brass for your making! A magician like him ought to know better. A snap of his fingers would bring us food and raiment fit for kings; but, instead, he spends his time with you, and we have nought but scraps to eat and rags to wear. Come, Master Brassy-head, out with your secret! And let it be a recipe for my master to tell him how to get rich.”
Just as he spoke the last words a bright flash as of lightning lit up the brazen face, and a low sound like muttering thunder filled the room. The mouth of the image opened, its lips seemed to move, and in a voice scarcely louder than a whisper, it uttered the words—
Miles grasped his cudgel very hard and stood close by the door, ready to run. But, as the image sat bolted fast to its pedestal, and moved not, he soon grew very brave again.
“Is that all you can say, old Brassy-head?” he asked. ” ‘Time is,’ did you say? Well, that would be fine news to carry to a scholar like Friar Bacon. You will have to tell a better secret than that before I waken him to hear it.”
Again the thunder rolled, and a brighter flash of lightning filled the room. Again the mouth opened, the lips moved, and a voice like the rattling of a brass kettle muttered,—
Miles put one hand on the door latch and with the other shook the cudgel at the image.
“Only to think,” he said, “that my master and Friar Bungay should spend seven years in making a head which can tell no other secret than that! Why everybody knows that TIME WAS. Fie upon you for a brazen fraud, old Brassy-head! If you would only speak a little Hebrew or Latin, I should begin to think that you really have a secret to tell, and I should waken my master to hear it.”
Scarcely had he spoken when the room was lighted up with the brightness of day. The face of the image was no longer smiling, but it bore a dreadful frown. The floor swayed and trembled. The head appeared to lift itself from its pedestal, and in a voice of thunder it cried,—
“TIME IS PAST”
Miles in his great fright fainted and fell in a senseless heap by the door. There was a dreadful crash, a blinding cloud of smoke, and then all was still. Friar Bacon, roused by the noise, rushed into the room. The brazen head lay on the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Miles! Miles!” cried the distracted friar.
The serving man slowly raised himself on his knees and groaned.
“Did the head speak?” asked the master. “Tell me quickly.”
“Yes, master, he did speak,” muttered Miles, shaking with terror. “But he said nothing worth remembering.”
“What did he say?”
“Why, at first he said, ‘Time is,’ and as that is a secret which everybody knows, I urged him to say more. Presently he spoke up again and said, ‘Time was’; and then, before I could run and call you, he roared out, ‘Time is past,’ and fell over against me with such a crash as to knock my senses out of me.”
“Oh, wretched fool!” cried Friar Bacon, angrily pushing the man from the room. “Leave my sight! your foolishness has caused the wreck of all my hopes. The labor of seven years is lost. Had I been wakened, I would have set machinery in motion to prevent this ruin; and the brazen head would have told me how to do most wonderful things. It would have told me how to build a wall around England and make her the strongest of all nations. It would have told me— But now, all is lost. I will make no more experiments; I will burn my books; I will close my study. The rest of my life shall be spent, like that of any other monk, in the quiet cell of a monastery; and when I die my poor name will be forgotten.”
Here’s an actual NEWSPAPER ARTICLE:
THE BRAZEN HEAD–HOW ROGER BACON INVOKE MYSTIC RITE
Roger Bacon, “the admirable doctor,” born in Somersetshire, England, in 1214 and known as “the father of experimental philosophy,” was also a great student of mysticism, writing several treatises on the subject and making numerous practical experiments. One of the experiments ascribed to him, but under the name of Friar Bacon, was the fabrication of a Talking Head of bronze.
This is described in a book entitled “The Famous Historic of Friar Bacon, Conteyning the Wonderful Thinges That Hee Did in His Life.” According to this authority Friar Bacon, in the seclusion of his cell in a monastery, was “reading one day of the many conquests of England when he bethought himselfe how hee might keepe it hereafter from like conquests ana so make himselfe famous hereafter to all posterities. “This, after creat study, hee found could be no way so well done as one, which was to make a Head of brasse, and if he could make this Head to speake, and be are it when it speakes, then might hee be able to wall all England about witn brasse.”
To this purpose he got Friar Bun«ey to assist him. Bungty was a great scholar and magician, but not to be compared to Friar Bacon. These two, after great study and pains, so framed a Head of
brass that in the inner parts thereof there were all the parts and organs in a human head. This being done, the work was as far from perfection as before, for they knew not bow to give these parts motion, without which it was impossible that it should speak. They read many books, but not finding any clew to what they Bought, tney concluded to raise a “spirit” and to learn from him what they could not gain by their own studies.
They prepared all things necessary, and went out one evening to a wood near by and after making use of many ceremonies ‘•they spake the words of conjunction and the devill straight obeyed and appeared to them,” asking what they would have. “Know,” said Friar Bacon, “that wee have made an artificiall Head of brasse, which we would have to speake, to the furtherance of which wee have raised thee ; and being raised, wee will keepe thee here, unlesse thou tell to us the way and manner how to make this Head to speake.” The “devill” told him that he had not that power of himself. “Beginner of lyes,” quoth the Friar, “I know that thou dost dissemble, and the before tell it us quickly or else wee will he ; bind thee to remain during our pleasures.” At this threat the “devill” relented and j told them that with a continual fume of
the six hottest simples the Head should have motion and in the space of one month would speak, the time of the month or day he knew not. Also he told them that if they heard it not before it had done speaking their labor should be lost. They then permitted the “spirit” to depart. They prepared the simples and made the fume and were inconstant attendance, waiting for the Head to speak. Thus they watched for three weeks without any rest and they became so weary and sleepy that they had to seek respite from their watch. Then Friar Bacon called his man Miles to watch the Brazen Head and told him to wake them if it spoke, else they would lose all their labor and England would have a great loss thereby. Miles promised to faithfully obey his instructions. Then Miles, to keep himself from sleeping, got a tabor and pipe and made merry with music. After some noise the Head spake these two words, “Time is.” Miles, hearing it sneak no more, thought his master would be angry if he waked him for that and, therefore, he let him sleep and began to mock the Head: “Thou brazen-faced Head, hath my master tooke all t.ese paines about thee, and now does thoa requite him with these two words, Time is ? Had hee watched
“Do you tell us, copper- nose, when Time is ? I hope we schollers know our times, when to drink drunke, when to go on our hostess’ score, and when to pay it — that time seldom comes.” After half an hour had passed the Head again spoke two words, “Time was.”
Miles respected these words as little as he did the former, and still did not wake Friar hacon and his friend, but scoffea at the Brazen Head ttiat it haa learned no better wordf, with such a tutor as bis master, and in scorn he sang this song: Time was when thou, a kettle, Went filled with better matter; But Friar Bacon did thee spoyle When he tby sides did batter.
“Time was! I know that, brazen-face, without your telling. I know Time was, and I know what things there was when Time was; and if you speake no wiser no master shall be waked by mcc.”
Thus Miles talked and sang till another half hour was gone. Then the Brazen Head spoke again these words, “Time is part,” and fell to the ground. Then followed a terrible noise, with strange flashes of lire, so that Miles was half dead with fear. At the noise the two Friars awoke, and wondered to see the room full of smoke, but when that vanished they perceivea the Brazen Head lying broken on the ground. At this sight they grieved, and called on Miles for explanation. Miles, half dead with fear, said it fell down of itself. Friar Bacon asked him if it did not speak. “Yes,” quoth Miles, “it spoke, but to no
purpose. Ye have a parrot speake better in the time you have been teaching this Brazen Head.”
“Out on thee, villiane!” said the Friar; “thou hast undone us both; hadst thou called us when it spake all England had been walled round about with brass to its glory and our eternal fames. What were the words it spake?”
“Very few,” said Miles, “and those were none of the wisest I have heard, either First hee said, ‘Time is.’ ” “Haast thou called us then, we had been made forever.”
“Then halfe an houre after it spake again and said, ‘Time was.’ ” “And wouldst thou not call us then?” said Bungey. “Alas!” said Miles, “I thought he would have told me some long tale. Then halfe an houre after he cried, ‘Time ib past,’ and made such a noise that hee hath waked you himself, meethinks.”
At tins Fryer Bacon,” concludes the nistone, “was in such a rage that hee would have beaten his man. but he was restrained by Bungey; but, neverthelesse, for his punishment, hee witb his art struct him dumbe for one whole monthe’s space. Thus the great work of these learned fryers was overthrown, to their great griefes, by this simple fellow.” Ham Singh.
with a lawyer so long as hee hath watched with thee, he would have given him more and better words tdan thou hast yet. If thou canst speake no wiser, they shall sleepe till doomsday for me. Time is! I know Time is, and that you shall heare, Goodman Brazen-Face:
lime is for some to eate, Time is for some to sleepe, Time is for some to laugh, Time is for some to weepe.
Time is for some to sing, Time is for some to pray, Time is for some to creepe, That nave drunken all iheday.
Time wms when conscience dwelled Witb men of occupation; Time was when lawyers did not thrive bo well by men’s vexation.
Time was when kines and beggars Of one poore stuff had being; Time was when office kept no knaves— That time it was worth seeing.
Time was a bowle of water Did give the face reflection: Time was when women knew no paint, Which now they call complexion.
Evidently, this is a ‘play’ which was written about an invention by Josef P. Freud. One of his mechanical creations was “Balsamo, the Living Skull”.
Before we progress to this next amazing story, I must address the fact that Tibetan Masters (Ascended Masters/Great White Brotherhood of Light) reputed to be enlighten beings who reportedly migrated from Atlantis. One of these being, Sanat Kumara who is called, “Lord of the World”.
These Ascended Masters are nothing less than demons, and fallen angels. Satan (notice the common spelling) is referred to as “King of the World”. Coincidence, NO!
The Lokapannatti Legend
“The Kingdom of Rome” (Romavisaya) is taken from the Lokapannati, a collection of medieval Pali tales about the marvels of King Asoka. Rome, so the story goes, trains bahulayantakara, or “machine makers,” who construct bhuta-vahana-yanta, or “spirit-bearing engines,” for “commerce, agriculture, capturing, and executions.” Force to write their names in a book each month, these engineers are kept under close surveillance lest they spread their technology to Rome’s enemies. If they are missing form Rome, a flying execution machine follows them and beheads them. Despite the Roman king’s efforts, news of his technology has spread to the East, and one young Burman decides that he will steal this information and make “as many of these machines as there are people here in Pataliputta.” He arranges, somehow, to be reborn in the Kingdom of Rome where he marries the daughter of the chief engineer of the robots. She gives him the secrets of their construction, and he writes them down on a leaflet which he sews into the flesh of his thigh. He then tells his son to have his body buried in Burma when he is assassinated, as he will be, for he intends to leave the Kingdom of Rome. He does, he is beheaded, his body taken back to Pataliputta, his thigh opened, the blueprints retrieved, and the moving statues constructed by his son. the son makes for King Ajatasattu an army of moving mechanical warriors who guard the doors to his buried sacred relic. The king dies, his sanctuary is forgotten, and Asoka, Ajatasattu’s grandson, finds and unearths it, only to be stopped by the mechanical vigilance of the moving statues. He pays the (incredibly long-lived) son of the engineer from Rome to dismantle the mechanism so he can secure the relic for his own status. “How is it,” wonders the Roman emperor meanwhile, “that the technology of Burma resembles so closely our secret technology?” He send a gift to Asoka which the greedy king orders the engineer to open. the android emerges, cuts off the unfortunate servant’s head, and flies back to Rome. [Sarah L. Higley, “Alien Intellect and the Roboticization of the Scientist,” Camera Obscura 14.1-2,40-41 (1997):132-133]
Then, I found this:
According to India Today, the Indian government – stimulated to curiosity by the frequent reports from the military – dispatched a scientific expedition to a remote region on the Tibetan border:
A five-member group of geologists and glaciologists led by Dr Anil Kulkarni of the isro’s Space Applications Centre in Ahmedabad were on a research trip through the barren Samudra Tapu Valley. They filmed a four-foot tall ‘robot-like’ figure, that ‘walked’ along the valley, 50 m away from them. The humanoid object then rapidly became airborne and disappeared. The encounter lasted 40 minutes. It was seen by 14 persons including the six scientists.
So, the Roman Catholic Church (Church of the Universe) is a domain which is prominent in today’s media for a One World Religion. This is exactly what these Ascended Masters teach. The church also has pictures which coincide with these Master’s Jesus.
What is the point to this article? Separate/Come Together! Destroy GOD’S work…transhumanism is their key to doing this. It’s hidden in plain sight. Not only is it about transhumanism, but it’s about bringing curiosity for the youth into subjects of witchcraft. Harry Potter? Vampire Diaries? And believe it or not….Ventriloquism! Allowing a demon to come into an inanimate object (doll) to allow communication.
As I began to rest after a long day of researching, I chose a movie on NETFLIX. It was called “The Best Offer”. Little did I know it was going to be about automatons.
It was a strange movie and the plot revolved around an auctioneer. But, it was indirectly about automatons. The person it spoke of was Jacques de Vaucanson.
The 18th century was the golden age of the “philosophy toy”. Automatons were all the rage in Europe. Voltaire labeled Vaucanson a “new Prometheus”. Like the Greek Titan, he had the power, it seemed, to create life, to fashion men out of new materials.
Curiously, Vaucanson’s early efforts were all centered around religion. He was taught by the Jesuits! Joined the religious order of the Minimes in Lyon. And went to the Catholic church with his mother. It’s no coincidence that the clergy within the Roman Catholic Church were all centered around the esoteric world.
The Guardian reports it best:
Just as he was preparing to construct the automaton he had been sponsored to make, however, Vaucanson fell seriously ill. He was bedridden for four months. In his delirium, he dreamed up an android that could play the flute, in the shape of a famous marble statue by the royal sculptor Antoine Coysevox, then on display in the Tuileries Gardens. He rose from his bed and drew designs for every part, handing them out as he went along to various craftsmen and clockmakers. As soon as the pieces were joined together, the automaton could be heard to play the flute, as perfectly as any human being. It was as if the marble statue had come to life.
The Automaton Flute Player was first exhibited on February 11, 1738. The price of entry was three lives, a week’s wages for a manual labourer. Vaucanson demonstrated the object himself, to groups of 10 to 15 people at a time. The show was a huge success. The figure was made of wood, and painted white to look like Coysevox’s marble. It was life-size – five and a half feet tall – and was supported by a large pedestal. The flute, as Vaucanson had learned from his musical acquaintances, was considered one of the hardest instruments to play in tune – notes are produced not just by fingers and breath but by varying amounts of air blown into the flute, and different shapings of the lips. He had set himself an apparently impossible task, and emerged with a machine that could play 12 different melodies. The virtue of this flute player, and the reason it seemed an ideal Enlightenment device, was that Vaucanson had arrived at those sounds by mimicking the very means by which a man would make them. There was a mechanism to correspond to every muscle.
Nine bellows were attached to three separate pipes that led into the chest of the figure. Each set of three bellows was attached to a different weight to give out varying degrees of air, and then all pipes joined into a single one, equivalent to a trachea, continuing up through the throat, and widening to form the cavity of the mouth. The lips, which bore upon the hole of the flute, could open and close and move backwards or forwards. Inside the mouth was a moveable metal tongue, which governed the air-flow and created pauses.
This automaton breathed .
Vaucanson had designed seven levers corresponding to the fingers; but although the actions were all correct, the sound was not quite right. He discovered that wooden fingers could not play a metal flute the way a man or woman could: the machine was just not soft enough. So he looked around for a material that would accurately simulate the effect, and found it – the glovemaker’s son covered his android’s fingers in skin. As a later commentator put it, “What a shame the mechanician stopped so soon, when he could have gone ahead and given his machine a soul.”
What’s movie coincides with this message?
Robert, the Doll…
Seems we have a resurgence in the agenda. Dolls were originally created to host a spirit. And automaton’s are no less threatening…the dark side of the supernatural world want nothing less than to possess your soul. Be wise and don’t travel down the rabbit hole unless you are exposing this subject.
Why? Because this rabbit hole leads to hell!
What is the fascination? To create life. But, only GOD can actually create life which has a soul. All others are counterfeits.
Transhumanism is a modern version of this same agenda. Only it has progressed further than ever before. Uploading of man’s consciousness into a machine is one of the elite’s goal. Is this what GOD referred to as ‘abomination of desolation’?
DESTROYER OF WORLDS
Satan would love to destroy everything GOD created, but this will not happen. But, we will see strange happenings before the end comes. In both biblical and rabbinic Hebrew, the word “abomination” is a term used for idol. So, is this a hybrid god? Satan in the form of a machine/god?
Daniel 9 (KJV)
27 And he shall confirm the covenant with many for one week: and in the midst of the week he shall cause the sacrifice and the oblation to cease, and for the overspreading of abominations he shall make it desolate, even until the consummation, and that determined shall be poured upon the desolate.
Daniel 11 (KJV)
31 And arms shall stand on his part, and they shall pollute the sanctuary of strength, and shall take away the daily sacrifice, and they shall place the abomination that maketh desolate.
Daniel 12 (KJV)
11 And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days.
Mark 13 (KJV)
14 But when ye shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, standing where it ought not, (let him that readeth understand,) then let them that be in Judaea flee to the mountains: