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2331 St. Claude Ave & Spain
New Orleans, LA 70117  504-710-4506 
Tues-Sat 11am-5pm


Seance Transcriptions:
(augmented and re-worked)

Socrates Scholasticas

by Andy P. Antippas                                                                          

I have things to say: I am Socrates Scholasticas and I lived and wrote in the City of Constantine, most actively, in the midst of your Fourth century, when, at the Council of Nicea, in 325 Your Years, the doctrines, creeds, and the spurious history of Christianity was  being invented by self-seeking priesthoods, by Bishop Eusebius, by Euthalius, and especially by my Emperor, Constantine, now the governor of the Eastern and the Western  empire He decided to face the growing political and military chaos by fusing together the  principle god saviors and reconcile the warring priesthoods: the Heseus of the Druid  barbarian Germanic tribes who ranged across the North, the Isles of Britain, Gaul and  Iberia, and the Krishna, called Kristos, by the Greeks, Romans, and throughout the old  Empire of Alexander.  This newest “savior” was then imagined to have existed at the time  of the Herods and biographies for him were compiled from the lives and activities of  others. Of course, there were no records kept of the Council’s activities.

I was astonished by these events—it seemed as if they thought we scholars had misplaced  all our books or forgot everything we ever learned at the feet of our illustrious teachers.  Heseus was Ies, the One Fire, the Sun god brought to the North by Phoenician tin traders.  Krishna, another Sun personification, we have known about from the days before  Pythagoras, and then again when Alexander sent Hindu manuscripts to his teacher, and then  definitively, when Apollonius, the Cappadocian, brought to us many of the older texts from  his visits to the Gynosophists. I have Hindu colleagues here in Constantine’s city and they  are vastly amused to see their cowherd made into a carpenter.  All of these gods, it is still  well known, were associated with Aries the Lamb when he crosses the equinoctial line at  the vernal equinox, thus redeeming the world from the desolation and death of Winter. And  are not this “Savior’s” 12 apostles our 12 Olympians which, in turn, are the signs of the  Babylonian zodiac?

The Council priests have also established mind-strangling rituals and ceremonies to  celebrate this new Aries. Their Eucharist is borrowed from the Eleusinian mysteries  honoring Ceres wherein her wheat bread-body along with the grape wine-blood of  Dionysus was share among the initiates. Their center piece, the “savior’s” crucifixion, is  copied from our playwright’s story of Prometheus, himself crucified on a Scythian crag for  his devotion to mankind.  Now we Greeks made up Gods to explain the movements of the  heavenly bodies. First, we had huge snakes, bulls , and centaurs; but when the childhood of  our race was over, we re-made them like all humanity, but worse: vengeful, capricious, and  unethical. However, when we became men, we abandoned them for Reason and Philosophy  and left the silly Olympians for literature and for the unsophisticated. But as preposterous  as our imaginative inventions were, we were at least scrupulous enough to fabricate their  ancestors back to Chaos. But not so these Kristo worshippers: I have read the Council’s  mangled and confused holy texts—their New Testament—four different versions of the life  of their god-savior, Hesus Kristos. It is no wonder then that they could not get their savior’s  pedigree straight: one genealogy, in Matthew’s recollections,  has 29 generations, while in  Luke’s version there are 44 generations—all going back to some base, fornicating, lute-  playing, murdering Jewish warlord named David. The virgin birth they contrived has  familiar tropes and is picturesque, especially the appearance of the three Caldean  astrologers at his birth,  but no one quite figures out what to do with his father, Joseph, who  just disappears. Is it possible that the untold tale involved Hesus murdering his father and  marrying his mother? Is Mary the Great Mother sorrowing for her son Attis? Or is she Ishta  searching for her Shepherd Tammuz? Or possibly Isis aching to resurrect Osiris? Their  tales have the stink of the Euphrates and Nile Valleys.  The rest of the savior’s family is a  bit confused by the virgin birth as well: was Hesus the youngest or oldest of his brothers—  and were there sisters or not? And even worse, the moral platitudes their savior utters...I  fear that a theatrical performance of these texts before an Athenian audience would have  been condemned and the authors stoned. In the old days, we Greeks believed, as Achilles  reminded Priam, that for every blessing the gods give, they give two sorrows. But as we  have come into our more thoughtful maturity, we no longer blame any gods or planets for  our fate; Man is the measure and master of all things.   

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