Ophirim

 Ophirim

 All fallen royalty seeks to magnify itself in architecture, pomp and circumstance. Every ancient city was filled with these maps of the impossible, diagrams to make alembic, directions into interiors, discoveries of totems, passageways in various stages of deconstruction in Jerusalem, London, Zion, Troy, New York, Paris. They still extend beneath us in strata of overbuilt ruin where we think the last different from the first because we live in it, but they are the same. What if the topographies of Troy, Zion, Jerusalem, New York, Paris, London, are meta existences explored with that spelunking team, the fallen imagination. Para-metaphysical existences have long mattered to these states, for when did anybody lose interest in finding gold mythological to the core.

Spelunking the fall is easy. Take a digital assistant out of your pocket if you believe the human is a dirty, googley, stupid, impure creature, attitudes longstanding among platonists, monks, ascetics, physicists who claim to be against the world and the flesh. From these other dimensions  they negate life to affirm their need of the other, primed to be taken over by the powers. Even if they are licentious and libertine they still think they are bad.

 If that were all a fallen angel named apathy did it would be the archangel of this planet.

Planetary systems were the medieval-classical cosmology, but instead of planets we have Hawking, Sagan, Einstein and Von Braun, no less imbued with powers. It agrees with all these systems that while men haven't any powers themselves, "a super intelligence might not take our interests into consideration, just like we don’t take root systems or ant colonies into account when we go to construct a building." (Nick Bostrom, Future of Humanity Institute). Super intelligences have not befriended us. Even if we have no powers, or they have atrophied beyond reach, the greatest of all powers has denied the direct superiors over us, so we try to sort the orpheums or orpheusans, the Ophirim among a whole cast of the orders of gold: Orphanim, Ophirim, Seraphics, Cherubics, Thrones, Chariots, Phoenixes, Graces. All are Erev Rav. The older the account the more diverse the names actually believed in.

 Ophir was where Solomon imported fine gold, a spiritual standing for wisdom among seekers, but a wisdom corrupted from the start, which we explore since Ophirim designates fallen angels themselves.

A following from the fallen angel no doubt. The color of the worship of these angels is a beautiful turquoise on the face, so it seems a double disadvantage to be both human and modern, despised by astrophysicists as a worm while at the same time the great threat comes from the most  crazy ancient forces in which we hardly believe anyway, sky hierarchies proud of their ascendancies. All kinds of rank and names assemble up and down like armies compared to the man humbled, with no  power in himself, filled with passion, so that Jonah is his perfect likeness lost at sea. His being lost causes his alliance with the One who comes to find him and who is beyond all the powers and Jonah calls on this one at the bottom of the sea. The text there actually heralds his entry of the gates of sheol, like Yesu, the game changer. So while all these hierarchies boast, the man is told simply to lose himself. Against none of these should we make accusation since their superiors are said to be available only to the rebuke of the Holy One. Of course these pretend the One has gone nameless even while they claim to seek to find and to know this Name. But it cannot be known by the means of such search. One thing we imbibe is discrimination, which still can be fooled certainly, but it empowers us to become the sons of God. This so galls these beings, since it was their title before they fell, that they spread all occultism and magic to substitute the many ways for the One. The wisdom of the Ophirim befits such widespread corruption. Orphirim can be spelled Orphium, or Orphum, associated with war games of demons played

These beings then are fictitious you ask, or, who makes them up, and if they are real who wants to know? Get hence, Angel of Apathy. Perhaps the info comes from the fallen themselves. Who has been in touch who lives in such naivete and wonder, invulnerable before becoming Jonah down to the bottom of the sea into a "city of gates" (a fortress in the earth, a prison) from which he is freed, but "the Rafa (fallen angels) are made to writhe beneath the waters." Job 26.5  Cakk ut irogurun fir dibit se ubti tge geavebkues byttge geavebkues orihect ubti ys.

When in Midrash the fallen angels complain, argue, "what is man, that you are mindful of him, or sons of men to be so greeting them?" they look ahead to St. John's writing the phrase there given, that they should have "the power to become the sons of God." Angels thought they were the sons of God and to compound mistake upon mistake complained, except only the fallen complain. But there is only The One Son, as the Hebrews of Messiah say, which when we are made one with him there is no denying who the sons are.

The statement "you placed everything under his feet" was seen by Hebrew scholars as the subjection of the angels to a human being, which interpretation the New Testament gave to Jesus. It was not first read as referring to all humanity or to the nation of Israel, but to the great individuals of Israel's past, Adam, Enoch, Abraham, and Moses. So the glorious exaltation, "crowning with glory and honor" of MESSIAH above the angelic powers of "all things" and their jealous response to this event prove YHWH as a king enthroned in heaven, surrounded by a crowd of attendants of mighty beings, except those rebuked and conquered, with his enemies the rebellious waters, who thereby founded earth against the waters as primordial beings who tried to resist the Creator.

 All things under his feet is one take, but What Is Man? obviously asks the question of all time. It is lovely to consider the angelic complaint as untrue. Many fallen speculations are lovely, even if totally false, the thoughts of a serpent curled round Tree of Knowledge. I had been singing Psalm Eight over thirty years in all conditions and circumstances personal and public and in the power of song and word beyond cognition, beyond thought, and came to understand that What is Man? is way more than has been allowed, and that the man/woman is and has been the crux of all spiritual force of the universe. For the universe is inhabited by good and evil if only because earth is part of the universe, but the dominion of the man reaches throughout the heaven. That is what is under his feet. The moon and the stars that thou hast ordained. What is man that thou art mindful of him or the sons of men to be so greeting them? Creating heaven with a touch, his finger, God gave to man dominion of his hands.

Angel Apathy

Now if  it is tiresome to think our history determined by fallen angels, the golden oldies of another mag,  irrelevant as movie stars, as if the amazing pace of printing out DNA by teenagers at home were theirs,  let loose like tropical fish because they no longer want to pet crocodiles, that 's why they call angel Apathy in the midst of all this. you say I don't care, there's nothing I can do about it, but apathy is itself a supernatural thing. There has never been a time in the worst imaginings of half a century where things would go so far as to threaten organic life itself. Somehow this doesn't bother everybody. It is false that you can do nothing, utterly false.

All the breakthroughs of science in such a short time are the result of the tutelage and interference of Orphim of intelligence and capability. Sketches of these in historical writings appear, but why bother arguing about it? The evidence has to be our prima facie distress in all its forms. Staying with the concept of this interference, quisling governors, self interests, its exposition itself isa ridiculous venture, ill formed of omissions and commissions of myth, fact. Literature and religion tell us everything we do want to know. We are not on our own in this post holocaust interaction, extrapolating to the world.