Space Exile Of The Jews -- Free Feb. 8 & 9

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My non-fiction book is free on Kindle Feb. 8 and 9

History or alternate history as the case may be.

Title: Prolegomena To The Space Exile Of The Jews

Subtitle: Or: The Matriarchy/Temple Nexus

Glance at Ch. 11 out of 13.

You can make almost anything out of atomic particles. Homo sapiens, meteorites, trees and hula hoops are all comprised of the exact same material. The one thing you can’t make out of atomic particles is a god. That would be oxymoronic although I really didn’t need to add the first three letters to the word I wanted.

In Israel we call material gods idols. They are ubiquitous elsewhere. So is the damage the acceptance of the error does to the psyche. Arrested development. You never arrive at civilization, but as Nietzsche described it, a “thin veneer” of civilization. When the pressure of events rises to a critical mass, the veneer melts away and we see the actual human being as in the Holocaust.

Our psychiatrists, the doctors of the psyche, not only have no remedy for this condition, they have yet to identify it. Clueless.

Israel couldn’t wait for them. If Israel had gone into exile without being administered the antidote to idolatry, they would have gone down the tubes in no more than two generations. The prophet Isaiah simply proclaimed it at 9:1, the “light of Noga.” Noga is the morning star.

The antidote is personification of the morning star as a female properly implanted in the psyche. The entire nation was shipped off to Babylonia to obtain raw materials, which were Marduk and Ishtar. Marduk was morphed into Mordecai for purposes of the narrative and Ishtar, pronounced with a Hebrew twang, became Esther, our morning star. It has worked to perfection.

Is there a persona for the rest of the world? Glad you asked. I introduced her into my book for a brief moment of comic relief, she went out of control and actually took over the book for a period.

I have a knack for numbers. I checked her out in the speed of light and found her birthdate, birthplace, and appointment.

Who is she? Madonna. The material girl. Sounds crazy, eh? That’s only if you rely on contemporary psychiatrists whose maps of inner space seem to have been purchased at fire sales of discarded medieval artifacts.

Excerpts here. https://sites.google.com/site/2inimeg/