Chapter 9 - The Byzantine Speech
When I entered the conference hall the next day, to my great surprise, I found my name on the conference schedule, tugged at the end as the last speaker of the day. I was officially scheduled to present my findings on the Thousand-Year Anniversary of the Christianization of Russia. Anton had evidently more confidence in me that I had myself. I was scared. I was totally unprepared for this. Anton may have felt that I had made those presentations a thousand times before, while the opposite was true. In real terms, however, I realized with a shock that she was absolutely correct in putting me on the podium. I needed to face this challenge. Russia needed this. The world needed this. The very subject that she assigned me to address, has at its core the most deeply rooted failure that is reflected throughout the entire pyramid of failures that threatened to smother civilization, and eventually kill it altogether. This went deeper than the core of empire, all the way to the rape in which empire itself, was born.
"Here is your opportunity to speak about the man's list, the list of the men of empire, the Illuminati," I heard a voice saying from within me, as I took my seat. With this first reaction the sudden realization gripped me that I was to be on the world stage once more. I had the list of topics that I had discussed with the man in the bar, still in my pocket, written on yellow paper, though not the list of the names. That list had been burnt.
Late that afternoon, when the time came for me to take the long road down the isle to the podium, the voice countered me, speaking urgently, "do not do this, Peter!" it said. I saw the Englishman, the self-declared "dissident" within the fold of empire, who had frightened me, sitting in the audience. I saw him as I walked by him on the way to the front. He looked at me. He might have seen the yellow paper in my hand and recognized its origin. He shook his head vigorously as I glanced back at him. He was not smiling.
I remembered another man as I walked on, from another time and another situation. He too, hadn't been smiling at me that day. Ross had called the man, "Willy the Rock," the rock on whom the empire is anchored." He might have been a dissident too. I began to laugh at myself when I remembered him, but this quickly faded. I remembered the man's last words of warning just before we had parted on that terrible night in Venice, just as the dawn was breaking. He had given me a choice. He had suggested that it was up to me, whether I would be contacted the next time by either my new master, or by my executioner.
"Today is not the day for heroics," said the voice within.
I put the yellow paper back into my coat pocket, looking back briefly once more, at the Englishman. I saw him smile. I pushed the yellow paper deep into the pocket.
As I walked up the podium, I remembered what he had said to me earlier. I was struck by how closely what he had said resembled what I had said to Anton about the Byzantine system. The Byzantine system was an Illuminati type system that had existed a thousand years earlier, rooted in Rome, whose rulers had turned Christianity upside down into the most potent weapon against it, in the most-deep reaching rape on mankind of all times, that I recognized was still in progress.
I realized that, while I could not speak about the Illuminati directly, and their chokehold on the world, I could speak about it in the context of Rome and the Byzantine system, and could thereby touch on all the critical elements that I had addressed with the Englishman. I realized that I was free to do this without too many risks involved for him or myself. Hadn't the original Illuminati system predated even Rome by a long way? The concept had been on the table as far back in time as the age of Isaiah, who had lamented the tragedy when Babylon, as Lucifer the star, fell from heaven. Thus I determined to deliver a type of Byzantine speech that no one would likely ever have heard before. Oh boy, did I have a surprise in store for the assembly! I had it in my hand to deliver a shock with the potential to cause an earthquake.
"Dear friends," I said as I repositioned the microphone. "Russia is commemorating a historic event of immense significance to the entire world. It is celebrating the Thousand-Year Anniversary of the Christianization of Russia. This thousand-year event celebrates the extension of Rome into Russia in the year 988 by the conversion of Prince Vladimir of a people known as the Russ, under the guiding hand of the Patriarch of Constantinople, who brought the light of the Orthodox Christian style of faith to Russia in order to lift the people out of their primitive pagan living. Now, since this upcoming celebration is a religious event, allow me the use of a religious term here that has long roots in the Christian background, with many changes in meaning attached over time. The term is, sin. The modern equivalent for the terms, sin, is the term, rape. In the narrow sense, rape defines an act of sexual assault that violates a person's body. However, rape more deeply violates the soul, and the dignity of the victim. It rips the soul out, so to speak. It tramples on it. It often causes lifelong psychological consequences. The same happens in the wider sense of rape, when only the soul is ripped out in processes that violate a person's identity, humanity, and its power as a human being. And this is really what the upcoming celebration is all about.
"It took mankind a long track of self-development to discover itself as human beings," I continued. "We discovered ourselves as creators and producers. We recognized the existence of principles in the Universe, and in our world, and have created platforms of sciences and technologies to utilize these principles as a power in our hands to vastly increase our quality of living, and also the resources for it, even to the point that mankind can now support itself with a world population that is five thousand times larger than the primitive world had previously been able to support. In the process of our inner development, we became creatures of culture, art, literature, and so on. We took to the air and became able to fly, not with the power of muscles, but with the power of technology and applied energy systems and the supporting sciences. We have even become spacefarers. We went to the moon and brought vehicles along to drive around on it. We have reached deep into the Universe to discover its secrets in terms of the principles by which it operates, in order to grasp the greater freedoms these principles offer to us here on the Earth.
"In the course of this ongoing self-discovery of mankind," I continued, "one of society's greatest pioneers, of the greatest period of scientific revolution, stood before the people and declared with a demonstrated sense of realism attached to his words, that the human being is in all essential aspects equal in quality with God, reflecting in its essence the divine quality of Intelligence, Love, recognizing Truth, expressing creativity - the very divinity of God - with all of these all widely manifest in art, beauty, power, sublimity, discovery, understanding, and so on. He said to society in countless different ways, that the human being is not born as a slave to empire, as most people had allowed themselves to become by corruption, but that mankind are instead the sons and daughters of God, the offspring of God, endowed with divine powers, as they have amply demonstrated to themselves. He put them miles above empire, and out of the masters' hands.
"As you all know," I continued, "no man or ruler or dynasty had threatened Rome more deeply than this simple man has whom the people called the Christ. For this, the masters of Rome killed the man, but they couldn't kill the recognition of the truth that the man had unleashed. Their murdering had failed, because the words of truth that he had spoken, weren't rooted in the man, but in every human heart and soul, which the man had merely activated. In this sense the martyrdom of Jesus became the culminating rape of Pharisaism, a rape on itself. It rent the veil of the temple of all ancient religions. The rape revealed the false foundations and superstructures of empire and all superficial religion that empire had build its ugly thrones on. The rape of Pharisaism tore the veil from bigotry. It exposed the superstition that empire was built on, and their coverings. It opened the sepulchre of time with the rise of a new humanity that may be termed, divine Science. Its essence came to light as immortality and Love. Rome had not only failed. It had raped itself. It let its impotence hang out like a shingle over the gateway to its palaces. Its impotence quickly became an embarrassment to it. The more the masters of the rape murdered the Christians in their circuses, to quell the voice of the truth, the louder the voice of the truth became, as it spread across the land and illumined the human landscape, and then echoed through the ages.
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