The Israelite leader Israel Joseph Benjamin II, Chacham of Israel, after his visit to China at the middle of last century, says in his report on Chinese clandestine Judaism, presented to the western Israelite leaders, that in one epoch the Chinese Jews mixed themselves with the population of the mongolic race through mixed marriages: "They keep their faith with the characteristic tenacity distinguishing the Hebrew race, they even now do not marry but women of their same religion"This one has occasionally fantasized that China may survive, and wait until another cycle before being eaten. It is, of course, impossible with this level of exposure, but presented with the image of clannish and highly defensive Chinese, there nonetheless exists the fantasy that this one particular group of people, blessed with a large landmass and a large population, might nonetheless maintain their integrity throughout, and defy the process of decay, and prove that, inconceivably, somehow, Terra still has a few thousand years left before the beginning of rot.
China even had its own holocaust, and allied with the Allies, burners of Germany, in the Israel Foundation War. The Rape of Nanking didn't get nearly as much play as The Holocaust, but it's always there, in the subsidized public school text books, like a precursor to the Holocaust; another story based on broadcasts that weren't sent at the time, bodies that were never found, et cetera, like intellectual groundwork being laid just in case Stalin went off the leash and refused to build those demonstrative gas chambers for museums of imposed shame; even if we didn't have the Holocaust in viable form, we have our Rape of Nanking waiting in the wings, just waiting to be revised so that innocent Chosen were the primary victims. Even if we'd exposed the lies in Europe, another one was ready in China, dutiful servant. Apparently those completely wrong Japanese thought that China was on the Allies' side and was planning to invade them from the west, just like Germany completely wrongly did about Russia from the east, and even if that absent mass of innocent bodies backed up by satellite evidence is actually verifiable we haven't heard about it and we don't care. Those naughty dummkopf cartoon villains, they'll get you every time and force you to shoulder someone else's responsibilities.
Planetary rot in itself, like death, is not strictly speaking an occasion for ultimate sorrow and the gnashing of teeth, but still, if one likes people--those bipedal things stumbling about a new material environment, eating and fighting and staring at it all and trying to figure it out--one may occasionally be captured by a fanciful desire of permanence, or at least "more," in the enjoyment of their current status, whatever it may be.
It is said that Jews came to China from the north-westem part of India by about the third century after Christ; they first remained secretly in Ning-hia, Hantcheou and Peking, and later became established in Kai-fung-foo". A dangerous fifth column of secret Jews had entered China, who as a result of their total adaptation through the centuries, to the racial and social characteristics of the Chinese people are now dangerously confounded and diluted in the population of that country. It should be noted that although the Israelites of the former celestial Empire are considered among the most mixed with the indigenous race, since the last century they have kept the rigid custom of marrying only among themselves, and the above mentioned Hebrew leader says that they have kept their faith "with the characteristic tenacity that distinguishes the Hebrew race"We have discussed previously how the unstoppable force that is here called "Judaism" is a component not of a mistake in evolution on Terra--that of ineffective parasites who destroy their own hosts without any concern for their own subsequent survival; an evolutionary "mistake" or "oversight"--but as part of a transmaterial process in which the desire to, across continents and a dozen generations, destroy all current, and also all possible, material hosts is not an evolutionary oversight, but part of a larger process whereby a planet whose evolution has stagnated, or indicates preparedness for a later stage of development, is, in a way, "digested," permitting its accumulated mass of memory ("recordatio"?) to be dispelled and not stuck in relative stasis around an outdated planet which it is no longer appropriate for it to continue using.
(Historical aside: note that "third century after Christ" where they began taking China around the time their Council of Nicea began detailing the process of taking Europe, where they could be more easily recognized and the conquest had to unfold differently.)
The quotes about Judaism taking China which I stuck above are from this book, the full version of which is quite valuable and interesting, but if you know the story of how they work, you know how the book must necessarily describe what happened. Breed a few hapless fools to obtain desired characteristics, focus on raising the ones who kept most of the mind but got most of the desired exterior features, create thereby a useful sub-race that can begin intermarrying; meld in like locals, then change politics as locals just like you and me. Jews pass so well in Europe because that worked so well; it works in China too, sadly for them (and us and everyone). Nonetheless, due to carefully honed perceptions of Chineseness over the many centuries, reading about the specifics can be exciting, like watching a murder movie where the victim is not a soft, bratty teenage cheerleader, but some 7'2" professional rugby player, and even though you know damned well it's a murder movie, the seeming capability of the intended victim makes you sort of hope "he'll suddenly grab the dude with the knife and pummel him and this will be an entirely different movie than I thought it was going to be."
Nonetheless, as always, the terraphage triumphs, Jews take China, and the camera fades over a gray planet that crumbles like ash (actually, one that's probably viable terrain for at least another go in a few thousand years). It's sad, in its own way; one is almost tempted to believe that it doesn't matter, or that the eventual victor will evolve stories not only about how they found this planet that no one was using (a planet without a people for a people without a planet, lol) while fleeing absolutely undeserved interstellar persecution, but still eventually forming at least a primitive zeal for life, and a use of art and music that doesn't involve copying or feces and rutting jokes; or, that they'll do all the predictable bad things but, in so doing, develop a genuine passion for what they've been imitating, and more on to more complex subjects, becoming essentially human. It's certainly deserved, but it's still sad in its own way that the giant quest will end in everyone's death, as every host is slain and there's nothing left to steal, no matter how cunningly approached, and it's either become an honest and inventive and hard-toiling agriculturalist, or simply tear apart those who have a little of what's left, and die alone in a bunker without truth and principles to comfort you. We love, and may often wrongfully revere as justice, the scare stories of what happens to a people or an individual who tries to live without parasites, but even in their deaths--in those material moments before learning anything else--those people can seek comfort in the, imaginary to the evil ones, concepts of truth and justice that seem like illusions in the world of the random god of random evolution. The k'arash by and large understand what this one says, and it is in those nascent or final moments that they have as much comfort in their actions as good people, for the honest realization of their desire to destroy beginnings, even be it the last Terran "Jew" finally perishing atop an Alpine Range of stolen technology, fulfills itself in their joining their prey in death. It seems unjust, to us, that the ending of humanity on Terra would be a happy occasion rather than a sad one, and would not instead be some moment of spasmodic realization by the last Jew that he has done something harmful to himself and missed out on good things and only inherits final moments of nothingness; yet, that damnation is assumed in error, for the same type of fulfillment that one man might obtain by dying for decency and refusing to become himself indecent, can be duplicated by the k'arash who has died doing and embodying what he completely believes in, and having accomplished his purpose. "Good" people, in the sense of growing a greater understanding and/or expression of what we might call higher emotional states, may die content in that, just as destroyers may go happily extinct for fulfilling their own functions. That is why this symphony, this verse, can be more beautiful, more meaningful, than we at first understand; it is because part of the impact, of the beauty, is being aware that their part of the fugue is as necessary as ours.
(Use "high school graduation" as your easy metaphor for planetary or individual death in this case. Imagine everyone you ever knew and didn't know and wish you could have known disappearing as this part of life ends forever, and yes it's sad, but then there's jobs or college or "real life" to look forward to, until such a point as you eventually realize that, A, there was nothing to worry about, and, B, death wasn't really "death" the way we usually think about it, but so much ado about a simple, ordinary transition that has been done before and will be done again. And some people are hugging and kissing and crying and wanting to shuffle around between the beds and share important information, and that's fine, but it's not frightfully essential in the way we tend to imagine. In this case, the k'arash are the ones who constantly reincarnate as high school freshman, never believing there's a bigger world out there, but perennially vested with the skills of being the metaphorical football captain or head of the student council or some other thing that can seem really important inside high school, but aren't as important to you later; in fact, things that may be viewed as stupid or pointless or fundamentally flawed.)
Visualize a fly contentedly consuming a fresh piece of shit. He's gross, and you don't want his job, but in a way, you're glad he's there, and you're glad that all the microphages are there, because without them, shit would just sit there forever. By being digested, it can become better things, like in twenty years a part of the harvest or of Beethoven's brain or some part of a really hot chick. It's rather that way with the Jews taking a planet; you don't want their job, but you're damned glad they're there, even though we, you and I, probably feel the same aversion to it from this perspective--and are equally happy that we don't have that job--although, as in every similar cycle, some people will want that job, and will aspire to become lords of the shit, and we're glad that, somewhere out there, there are such souls who without which we would not be able to do what we're able to do.
There's a European-targeted aspect of Christianity that's applicable there; something about camels and eyes of needles and rich men. Part of the illusion, the reason the metaphor can ring true, is that the choice to revel in the ultimate goal of material supremacy, to be the group that always wins without being troubled by ineffectual otherworldly dream-concepts like honor or decency, is how, and why, most "higher concepts" harm material progress, as many a civilization has discovered. And it's a satisfying reward, just like plenty of fresh shit to the hungry fly, and it's not inherently troubling to the metaphorical fly who really can't conceive of anything better anyway. The k'arash want their lot, and they're happy in it, and someone has to clean all this shit up, and it's moral and proper that it be someone who actually likes it and thinks it's paradise and there's nothing better possible. While you may seek some form of transcendental union, they don't believe in it, so you're both getting what you want. It's a beautiful system, where everyone can choose their path, and they get their own way constantly, and the people who are constantly going to hell don't think it's hell and know, without a doubt, that there is no such thing as some loopy "paradise" anyway.
Now that's what I call a clean equation for reality, if I do say so myself. It just sucks--just really, really sucks--to shop for what you want to be; to experience pieces of possibility and decide what you want to pursue. And, in so doing, to become quite familiar with material necessities, material breakdown, material triumph, and the other facets of this kind of place. To many people, these are exciting invitations of the rewards you can have or the suffering you can gain the power to inflict on others, while to other people, they're an intimate demonstration of why this is incomplete and imperfect and you should move on. I hate it, too, but the familiarity you gain by being trapped here, forced to put aside memory and experience it as-new, permits you to understand and choose in a way in which you wouldn't be able to while burdened/blessed with everything you've ever done. So many pieces of standard European philosophy, particularly now seen through a Christian lens, are wound up in there with better resolutions; you have free will to do terrible things not because there's an old man in the sky who knows who you are but wants to watch the show anyway, but because you are building who you are and developing either as something "higher" or as an endless digestive agent that can move on frightened chrysali from one place to the other, all the while thinking you're achieving ultimate happiness by killing everything on this or that planet. Again, think of a physical bully toughest ever, or the rich kid psychological bully, who is doomed--as some might see it, or blessed--as others might see it--to rule over middle school forever.
There's a peak moment of possibility, there, for imaginary communication between those who share the same plight. When the last few true Chinese realize that things have been and/or are being destroyed, and check historical or scientific records to figure out what happened and how, some of them will figure out what it was that did it, and their contemplation of the horror of their own demise--of the weakness or the stupidity of those who were taught to focus elsewhere, and of the demented decision to destroy the future by tolerating or coddling the irreclaimable diseased--their awareness, like ours, of the colossal quantity of lies and dishonor and other somehow wrong-feeling yet really successful in market competition in the ways in which their people were destroyed--will bring them, whether they know it or not, into companionship with many other peoples who are, as of 2018, already gone or going. And it is in those moments of undeclared, ignorant sharing that we may experience a commonality with those who have come before, as indeed a parasite may die starving now that its hosts are all finally worn out, and in so doing participate in the versal commonality of all those parasites, and hosts, across the entire verse who have done the same. It is in a way a blessing to be part of helping growing things move on to a new place; it is a mixture of sadness and triumph when a beautiful piece of music ends, despite all that could be done with it if it could but persist forever. It is an acceptable wrongness, a rightness, that, upon deep thought, we are incapable of producing that death; that ending; that transfer from one song to another, whereas the destroyers desire it and are built for it and we are thankful that something so foul exists to burn away the end of what we cannot.
Seeing these awful things do their work firsthand is off-putting, to say the least. When the tide wears away a seaside palace, it's sad, whether you see it in stop-motion film or look back on a lifetime of seventy years observing the palace late each summer and wondering what it means that people don't appreciate beauty or history or whatever you think that dying palace represents. Because the k'arash appear human, both in the sense of having cross-bred well and having what seems like a consciousness so very like our own, it can, it does, seem more offensive, watching them destroy a group of people, or a civilization, or all groups of people or all civilizations, over the course of a few thousand years. We don't want a sudden comet to destroy life on Earth, or just "a major country" but we don't approach the possibility with the same offense we might take when Jews orchestrate a few wars or governmental policies to destroy "a major country." The same effect holds on a smaller scale: if a tornado destroys a trailer park and leaves 50 families homeless, we react to it differently than if a few Jewish politicians use some ridiculous farce of a regulation to move all of a corporation's hiring to the population of a nearby more urbanized area and thereby leave 50 families homeless. The regulation and the tornado achieved the same overall effect on the lives of the eliminated workers and their children, but we're offended by the conscious agents of reality, whereas not at all offended by the tornado.
Yet, why? The ocean's tide has no more or less a concept of morality than the Destroyers; being upset that the Jews have intermixed with choice traits, then destroyed, some new group of people from the inside, while pretending to be faithful members all the while, is as fruitless, as deficient, as wrong, as to be mad at the ocean for wearing away the shoreline. "Oh, you stupid ocean!" cries the sculptor of the buttress, as it finally gives way, throwing an angry kick at the oblivious water. Oceans aside, plenty other facets of this place move matter and kill people, even their own design--the human, and his works here, aren't meant to last materially forever, and reality isn't some kind of game show where when you finally achieve material fixative, you win; growing, even its apparently ugliest forms, has a purpose, and part of that purpose is understanding and accepting growing. Which, by all means, includes learning about the how and why of growth and decay, and again, build a tidewall as you need, or trap the ocean in a colossal plastic bag and try to protect everything else from it forever; that's its own kind of learning experience; I am not by any means saying, "Just go along with dying." I am not by any means saying that you should or must passively accept, or embrace, the experience; that you should let them lie and pretend and do what we would consider abasing ourselves, but that they consider mana; that it is somehow wise or noble to pretend that it doesn't exist and laugh mockingly at the idea that the Destroyers are actually destroying and that they are not just like us.
Really. Tornadoes. Being mad at the Jews is like being mad at heart attacks or lightning strikes or earthquakes or other natural phenomenon that kill things pursuant to either some plan we don't understand or some random clusterfuck that we also don't understand, and perhaps it's our sadness that they're not like us that makes us feel more alone and more offended. Do we, universalists, feel morally offended when lightning strikes some person at an inopportune time? No? Because it's just lightning, for fuck's sake; its ability to know what it's doing is outside the scope of the inquiry. And scientifically, if you create a planet sized petri dish and add Jews on one side and Aryans on another, what will happen is as inevitable, as predictable, as if you put ants and sugar in the same petri dish. Fine, be mad at them if you want--evaluating conscious heart attacks on a civilizational scale is something that can be done, and maybe should be done--but the ability to perceive reality as "not everything is like me" is an important step. Even if it can talk to you, it's not "human" in the way you define yourself as "human."
(Lots of great learning opportunities here; not only to not get upset at a talking thing that isn't human like you are as though it is like you, but to be able to be at least a tiny bit upset at the nature of these created realities and the ways they use seemingly uncontrolled or uncontrollable events to affect you. You don't need to get mad at the tornado, or love and accept the Jew who raised your real estate taxes again, but being aware of the ways in which material reality, and components of it, may be designed, is instructive. Don't be afraid to see more patterns.)
There may well come a time when terminator thoughtbots patrol the skies globally, giving our brains helpful microshocks whenever we start to think the thought, "Maybe the massacring in Palestine for the past 50 years is a characteristic of this organism." Maybe it's already here; less literally, it is. And believing that it's not, that you're just a free-thinker who won't fall victim to a prejudice that was actually postjudice inspired by decades of dead Arab kids, is a lamentable intellectual failure, but don't worry, you'll get as many tries as you need, almost like--exactly like, in fact--you were born to die.
Again, a marvel at their technique--the most racist, prejudiced group ever, understood by all peoples to be this way for millennia, and the most heartless killers of animal and man, and the filthiest liars imaginable, somehow became believed by dullards to actually be paladins of the opposite, even as they kill lots and lots of brown-skinned people for existing. Supposedly, the antiwar left wants to stop megacorps from murdering brown-skinned people en masse, but actually it was all just a ruse to do what the Jews said and massacre whenever they're told "sic." You gotta admit, they're so stupid that it almost seems like they deserve what's coming to them.
"Oh, you stupid ocean!" Lol, keep trying to kick those waves back.
Sad to say, in a way, that the material component of the JP is to recognize that this isn't a force of nature you can resist. Losing to it, honestly, and while possessing the desire to not lose, is part of the service they offer. That's why it's an endless succession of losses and a great march toward the end of this place. It's pleasant news to know that this is their paradise, torturing and killing and dominating in less complex realities, and that they'll always believe that more complex ("higher"?) realities are fantasies we use to assuage ourselves from endlessly losing here. And when you're somewhere better, you won't take any particular pleasure in the janitorial staff being incredibly ignorant and poorly compensated compared to you; indeed, it's better that they're sure they're the greatest and coolest for rearranging all that trash, because it makes them do their jobs better.