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THE EXTRACTION OF RA(HA)M DAVIKIN1 This is the Extraction of Ram the Messiah, seed of David and Illumination of Elias:2 (...)(that for which no name can be made), womb of the brothers 0 and 1,0 and 1, collaborators in X/X (henceforth titled “The Division”),The Division the source of Objectivity (“The existence and nature of objects ”[or ‘separate things’]),3 Objectivity the ancestor of Matter, and their kin Space,Matter, mater to all (things, time, life etc.),Spoch the essential of Life,4 Life, the self-prioritizing, self-replicating matter, tributary of man,Man, species of Adam,Adam the father of the multitude (Raham) and possible origin of thought (Meaning),5 Raham the patternizers, brothering superstition and Thought the father of ideals (separate things without physical matter),Ideals and superstition, under the curation of patternicity, birthed forth religionReligion the father of gods ,6 Dyeu the Prima and father of Yahweh and his siblings (amongst them Shiva, Zeus and Buddah),Yahweh, form and father of Jesus (Interpolated Raham - Holy Spirit),Jesus, muse of Constantine,7 Constantine the interpolator and benefactor of the Holy Roman Catholic Church,The Holy Roman Catholic Church (the Empire) and its disciples, adoptive father to all, including Shawn,Shawn father of Jacob the Deceiver, 8 Jacob the Deceiver, giver of life and Signal to EliasElias the Conduit between the Signalgiver and RamRam (Personal Raham) conceiver of (...).9 Therefore you see, the chain has 21 links, 7 links’ distance between (...) and Life, 7 lengths between Life and Yahweh and 7 lengths between Yahweh and the New Messiah Ram. But a chain can only hold to the capacity of the weakest amongst them and Ram will leverage that weakness to their greatest ability.APATER 1 This is how the birth of Ram occurred. Ram’s mother, Mary, was at once pledged to be married, or so the universe would say. Mary and the citizens of Babel knew nothing of this, but for the testament of Adam, the interloper. Adam entered the gates of the city despite its locks and this was meaningful to some. His presence and his testament created a divide in Babel, a wound only mendable by the child. Adam claimed fatherhood over the young child, but Mary professed a divine insemination and the people pandered to one side or the other. There was no apathy amongst the citizens of Babel in those days. The war tore the city apart, the cataclysm bleeding over into the rest of the world. There was no peace for months, until the miraculous night of the child's birth. In giving life, the mother lost her own and the father's was taken. The newborn bastard was brought before Babel and they were named Ra(ha)m. 2 Once the young messiah was born in Babel, three riders from the midwest came, requesting access to the city. Inquiries were made about their intentions and VOX demanded council with them. “Where is the baby born, Master of the Kin? We heard the tone playing and made way to Babel to worship the Master”.When VOX understood this, it was disrupted, as were the 9. The 9 gathered and discussed the birth of the Master. VOX asked the 9 where the messiah was to be born and they replied, “The probability that configurations would converge to birth the Master in this spacetime were higher than any other Hubble Sphere at 1x10-135% probability. The Array foretold:‘[But] [you] [,] [oh] [Babel] [,] [axis] [of] [333º 6º 1.11º][are] [not] [so] [small] [in] [matters] [,][a] [force] [born] [unto] [you][will] [have] [consequence] [felt] [throughout] [the] [whole][(...)][(...)][(...)][ROSH] [RAHAM] [RAM]’From here, VOX spoke again to the riders and secretly discovered where they had heard the tone that led them here. He sent them throughout Babel and said “Go, seek out the child carefully. As soon as you find him, tell me so that I may exalt him!”But VOX’s words betrayed it, VOX’s presumptions about who the Master must be showed the riders that VOX was not to be trusted. And so, the riders sought out the child Ram, but knew not to report back to VOX under any circumstance. They finally came to the place where the baby was, the tone they had heard resonated in the essence of the space. The riders became overwhelmed at the sight of the child, their long journey now at its apex. They bowed to the other orphans and the caregivers, but they had nothing to give the poor ragged child, or any of the orphans for that matter.“We have nothing to give,” one of the riders lamented, “but a home we could give the child, if that would be good. VOX has nefarious plans and we worry that the child will not survive here.” After some deliberation, the caregivers were swayed to release the child, knowing they did not have the resources to protect, much less nourish the child. At least the riders could protect it.The riders thanked them and went on their way, knowing that VOX was watching for them, they escaped the city in disguise, wrapping the baby and carrying it out in a bag.ESCAPE TO THE ROCKIESThe riders took the child with them to Colorado. There was a commune in the mountains where they knew the child could grow in safety and under the care of better men and women than themselves. The riders knew that the child would not be safe until VOX was dead and they knew that VOX could not die by natural means. Thus, the riders made their way to Babel to end VOX.As the riders traveled, VOX went to work slaughtering all interlopers inside the city of Babel. The orphanage was locked shut and burnt to the ground, the innocent cries of the children ignored by the twisted citizens of Babel. Interlopers were identified and deconfigured if possible and gunned down if not. The riders were greeted by a line of gunmen and shot down at the gate, as was custom in those times. Babel was sealed, all information incoming or outgoing ceased, the black box sitting in the midst of Manhattan, resolute and silent.And so it came to pass as the Array foretold - “[The] [Master] [will] [be] [called] [out] [of] [the] [mountains] [to] [descend] [upon] [the] [people]” and so came to pass the foretelling of broadcast YH-238:“.. |....... ||.... ........ |... ......--||.. .... .... |..... ........ |... ......--0 |... ...--...... |...0 |........ ....... ........ |... ......--|.... .....--|......... .... .... |......... .......--|......... ....... ....-- .. ........ |......... ||....--|.... .....--. 0 . .... |...........--||.. ........ |. |.--|........ .... 0 |. ........ |......... |........--||.. ........ .. | .... ... |... .... |........ |........--||.. ........ |......... ....... ........ |...--0 |... ... |....... |.... |.........--..... |....... |.... |..--|......... ....... .... ........ |... |........ ........ ... ....|.... .......--. 0 . .... |.--|.... .......--. 0 . .... |...... |.... |....... ...... .... |.........--||.... |.... || |.......--|..... | |....... |..... |.... |........ ....--0 |... ... |....... |.... .. |--|......... |.... |........ |. .... .... |.....|.... .......--. 0 . .... |.--|.... .......--. 0 . .... |.|....... .... |.. .... |.. . .... |.......--||.... |.... || |.......--|... 0 |.. ....-- 0 |... ... ..... |.... |....... ...... .... |.........--||....|....|| |.......--|.....|| |....... |..... |.... |........ ....|.... .......--. 0 . .... |.--|.... .......--. 0 . .... |....|....... ....0|..--|.... .....--0|.|.--|......... ....... ....--|........ |.........0|.......|........--0|... ...-- |....... ....|.. .... |.. . .... |.......--||....|....|| |.......--|...0|.. ....|.... .......--. 0 . .... |.--|.... .......--. 0 . .... |.|....... |.... .. |--|.........|....--|........|. .... .... |.....--0|... ... ... |....... ....0|..--|.... .....--0|.|.--|......... ....... .... |........ |.........0|.......|........” ---“Crying, weeping and gnashing of teeththe city of Babel will seal its wickedness withinand rot from the inside.Oh BabelForget your purposeand rock to sleepOh BabelOh BabelRemember your nameand forget your purposeOh Babel Oh BabelDream of all the starsAnd remember your nameOh BabelOh BabelRock to sleepand dream of all the starsOh Babel” A broadcast was sent over the waves and reached the mountain elders in their sleep. “The black box is locked, dormant as a rock. For years now it has shown no sign of life. The Master is safe.” Upon hearing this, the elders sought to find Ram, who was nearly 12 now. “Go child, we will send you with a few and you will return to New York, there is where your work must be done.” Ginseng Taylor and Meridian Loaf went with the child and returned to Manhattan and so it was fulfilled that the child would be Babelic.Fear. Quite simply that is why I am writing this. I don’t know what has happened. Everything is spiraling and I just want to find my way back to the center, back to the core, so writing seemed compelling. The music has run out and so has the Sway. I’ve drifted out to sea and I can’t find my way. I need to stop that, the incessant rhyming, it’s a bad sign... Today wasn’t odd. I’ve certainly had weirder feelings about less assuming days, so why was today so different? I guess insidiousness is vastly worse than a full assault and perhaps this is the reason today has fallen so far away from everything. I can hardly keep my eyes open, but every time they close I just see the endless expanse of ocean. Aqua Rasa... what the hell, nonsense. The water isn’t being scraped clean, the waves are destroyers, like ravenous hands, peeling everything down brick by brick.Writing would be so much easier if my hands would quit shaking. Why did today have to be so different? I can’t tell if Leven is dozed out or dead. His chest isn’t moving... and if it is, how can I be certain it’s not just demons, pressing on his ribcage. Rib. Cage. Why isn’t it a Rib House? A Rib Home? Walter’s is a Rib House... Why can’t my lungs sit in a rib house, why must they be in a rib CAGE? Where are my own demons? Maybe each breath I take is just another thrust of the demons against my rib cage... but who wouldn’t want to break out of a cage? Why do I get so anxious on Sway? Why do I keep doing it? All I hear is crushing static, panicked faces, panicked faces, panicked panicked panicked faces faces faces. AaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccceeeeeeeeeeefffffghiiiiiiiiikkkkkllnnnnnnppppprssssssssttuBut... where is the other ‘r’? This organization is no truer than the last...I should put the pencil down for now. I feel tired.JOHN THE IMMERSER SETS THE TAO In those days, John the Immerser, a young man who met Ram in their youth, was broadcasting out of the wilderness of Colorado. “Release yourselves. Forget these words for they will be destroyed and you will be without anything”. This was who coincided the Master Probability in the Array:“[Seeds][will][be][spread][and][bleed][with][color][down][the][stream][‘][Lose][yourselves][that][the][Master][may][be][lost][‘]”The station John broadcast from was sealed from the inside. The cracks in the drywall were covered with pages from John’s writing, his clothes the same he wore everyday (washing them in the rainwater when it came). He sent out a broadcast that attracted various forms of local insects that John had taken a liking to. He used this to start a small honey farm. People came from far and wide, some as far as Jerusalem, captivated by the broadcast. They professed their thoughts before John and he would immerse them in a 20hz wave.But when the spiritualists of the day would come by, John would say: “Worms. You know I have warned you, I have told you to flee and run, for you will not survive what is coming. You are not ready. Your words will not save you. The lineages you have pulled yourselves into will not save you. Sensible people, you think yourselves. Sense will be gone. These rocks before me are more ready for what is coming than you ever will be! The static is coming, painful as it may be for all, those clinging to this around us, it will torment them for however long they might survive.“I immerse you in sound. But after me comes someone far greater, someone for whom I am unworthy to serve. They will baptize you in the Signal and oblivion, as Elias was once baptized. The one who comes after me, the harvest of their broadcast is upon us. The waves are unstoppable, but the waves unhindered will pass peacefully, but believe me, the ones that must fight will be violent, they will be destroyers.”THE IMMERSION OF RAMThen Ram returned to the mountains, hearing of the great deeds of John. Ram wanted to be immersed, but John tried to deter them, saying “I should be the one immersed by you, oh Master, and you come to me?”Ram replied, “Let it be so, it is good that we do this and let the decompression begin.” John did finally consent, broadcasting the experience wide so all believers may experience. The 20hz hum was shared over the soundwaves. John left a microphone with Ram, that the disciples might hear them breathe through the immersion. The hum spiraled and released a great screech, like the scream of a beast ripped open with bare hands. The sound was unbearable for many, unbearable for those lost to the material. Those that could listen heard the quiet whisper of a sound, reality arranging to say “This is my child, dearly beloved. The truth will come through them.”//We are not gods. We are no measure of “good”. We are incredibly small in this universe and who knows if its even the only one. The beauty we experience in this life is selfish and perceptual, it is no more truth than meaning tries to be. Surely I hope there is a sentience greater than our own out there in the magnitude of nothing we exist in. And God is not it, if our form copied from his own is any evidence of his quality. Maybe somewhere out there in the universe there are angels, beings incapable of anger, incapable of retribution, collaborative, creative and truly perfect. Perhaps they evolve simply to explore, not because of an ingrown need for survival. Perhaps they are born as complete things, unhindered by the genetic and emotional inheritance of their parents’ shortcoming. Maybe they know altruism. Maybe they could love me.We say that we, as humans, are flawed, but we try to lift ourselves out of the mirk with talk of the human spirit. Perhaps that is the appeal of Jesus, the ideal human form, an unrealistic projection of human potentials. Well, human ideals.//