Trying to back away from the politics and spend my time finding all the bits and pieces I’ve got stored for use in putting the big things back together. But even I doing that I find myself being pulled to things I’ve done, and forgotten I’ve fine, that annoy me because people are damn reluctant to engage in anything but the latest rumors and gossip.
Making progress on the more important job, but I get sidetracked as always. I have a funny story to tell you about that part of the work routine, but before that there’s this…
Went looking for stuff that’s been buried for a long time in my “middle child” Instapunk blog, Intapunk Rules. Came across one of my end of year summaries that was more analytical than reflective, as they’ve mostly been since the war for 2020 votes began. I did actually gather the three parts together in an IPR post back in 2020. It ended with this mental model of the Progressive mind in 2018 (which Michael Smith seems to be reinventing in his post this morning:
Smith is trying to use something like this model to explain the Marxist takeover underway in a number of states this election cycle. So I was moved to create a new mental model that more accurately reflects the present consciousness, or what remains of it, in the enemies wielding power within our borders. It took awhile. Time I begrudge, but it felt like it had to be done…
I’m leaving it there for now. Keying in posts at FB and Instapunk Returns has reached the point of being both painful and rage-making (a little less here for some reason, but not much). Maybe later. If you want you can noodle it out from what I’ve already posted above.
Now…as to the funny story. I’ve told you, and others, about my portmanteau word ‘Serendicity,” which is a wedding of serendipity and Carl Jung’s term synchronicity. His anecdote illustrating the phenomenon occurred during a debate between him and Freud about the nature of the realms below the conscious mind. Just as they were reaching an impasse, a book suddenly fell off a shelf in Freud’s office. The title of the book was directly relevant to the debate and enabled Jung to steer it in a new direction. He believed the even was the universe in communication with him by means at its disposal we know not of. I’ve had similar experiences myself, each uniquely configured in a way that fit the topic.
Cut to the night before last. I use the television to provide background voices, music, etc, to serve as a prompt back to consciousness if I have a troubling anxiety dream of some kind. This time I had picked some B-List horror movie that I watched just enough of to assure myself there would probably be no screaming. And so to bed. It couldn’t have been more than half an hour later that I and the two cats and the dog were awakened by an enormous crash. I was groggy. Looked around the room in the pitch darkness to see if parts of the ceiling had come down or a desk had collapsed and hurled its contents across the floor, but no. I resigned myself to leaving it for morning and resettled myself for sleep when I realized the room was so very dark because the TV had turned itself off. This happens when the dog tramples on a surge strip, which he sometimes does. The easy way to determine that’s the case is by hitting the on/off button on the remote a couple times. I did that. Nothing changed. Must be the surge strip. I moved to stand up and suddenly saw a stripe of colored light at the right hand side of the HDTV screen. WTH.
The TV was on. It just wasn’t sitting on its little platform. I switched on a light at last and saw that the 40-inch flatscreen monitor was standing on its right side on the floor, aimed not at me but the door. Wow. Never happens. Some cat crazies kind of seizure must have to grief and dumped the whole shebang on the floor. Crashing noise explained.
I’m fully awake now. I right the TV reposition it on its stand, and reboot the streaming service I’d been using. It automatically rejoined the movie in progress. A couple of men were having a serious disagreement about something. I couldn’t remember the title of the movie. I usually can’t with these late night random choices. Hit the pause no putt on the remote. The action froze, the title displayed itself: “The House of Fallen.”
Fallen? Like a TV set in the middle of the night? Ha ha. I had to watch a few minutes of this thing and see what it was about. I recognized Corbin Bernsen, much older than I remembered, although I did recall he’s been making faith-based movies fairly regularly in his old age. Hmmm. The disagreement was about some entity called “The Watchers” and who was and wasn’t one. Bernsen was denying he was ine, even though he knew who they all were because he had been given the task I of keeping their history. Angels were mentioned. And then Bernsen said a name I knew, “The Book of Enoch.” Holy shit. Was Carl Jung giving me a prod from the beyond? And laughing up his sleeve as he did so?
The movie was about the internal politics of the first rebellion against God, before the Lucifer fiasco. My knowledge of the Book of Enoch comes, ironically, almost entirely from the movies. I’m a huge Christopher Walken and he played the meanest scariest fallen Angel I’ve ever heard tell of in “The Prophecy.”
Never took the Enoch material seriously enough to read it because there were a bunch of mostly fun movies aboutit, all of which seemed to be making up their own fake scripture as they went along, one always different from the last.
But I was awake now. Sort of anyway. Kind of like Keith Richards when he woke in the middle of night with the deathless riff of “Satisfaction” in his head and had to write it down before he passed into dreamless slumber and came to the next morning with a No. 1 hit on his hands.
I had to look up the Book of Enoch at Wikipedia. Scanned it briefly. A lot older than I’d have guessed., more than all but a handful of books in the Old Testament. It was part of the Apocrypha in some but not all religions. I copied the link into my Apple Notes App and proceeded to look up “Apocrypha.” I knew that would be longer and heavier duty than what they had for Enoch, because I’ve played with the notion of an “Apunkrypha” before in the past. Wrote two books for it, one OT-ish, one NT-ish. Had other ideas, notions about it, but here I was in the middle of the night, jotting down the thiughts and recollections that came to me. Then, like Keith, I turned off the light and went back to sleep till morning, or as close to morning as I ever get.
That’s it. Funny story. House of Fallen. Don’t know how to take that. I stored my notes in a PDF. Doubt if they’re as significant as “Satisfaction,” but we all measure that state in our own way.
Here’s the PDQ file:
Sorry for this interruption of what must be more worthwhile pursuits…
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