Douglas Mercer
June 22 2024
Banquo: It will be rain tonight
First Murderer: Let it come down
-Macbeth (1605)
Literally Las Vegas means the “fertile field” and every primitive culture has its vegetation rites. That it is dry and dusty and in the middle of earth’s nowhere and alternately ridiculously hot and cold is the least of its ironies. It is America’s fantasy city, a playground for the mongrelized and lumpen proletariat, and it a testimony indeed to how destitute America’s fantasy and imaginary life is, a palace called fertile is a place that nothing ever grows except rank materialistic dreams, a place where you can pay for sex on the street and pay with your life at the table.
They say that the original inhabitants came by the place some 10,000 years but it of course stagnated until the Europeans came, and soon the Italian (and Jewish) criminal rabble made it into a tacky locale famous for a drunk Ann Margaret shaking her goods at the paying public. And then the faceless bureaucrats of the managerial state made it what it is today, a sterile no man’s land of concrete and steel, a place where all of human history is recapitulated as a similitude, where all the stars, has been and otherwise, have always come to entertain the masses with their gory and gruesome schlock.
For God looking for a site, a site to mock humanity, and to awake it to its senses, could there be a more fat target? Really, it’s the broad side of a barn.
After all fate is chance and all around the clock in this depressing city the wheels of fortune spin, the dice are always cast, games of luck go on and on and, what is better, the house always wins. It is quite literally the metaphysical city, the celestial city, with secret military installations nearby given to vague rumor and hard fact, so what better place for an alien homecoming? Anyone that high handed must always ask himself: why don’t we do it in the road? They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas but word of the Event will go planetary (and more) in a moment. Strange days indeed, at least that is what the man said.
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Beneath the sky
They are going to put it down
Right on the strip
They are going to put it down
On the Vegas strip
They are going to put it down
And step outside
Into the lights
Right out of the ship
Saying hi
Really self-explanatory. There comes a time when mystery loses its appeal and matters comes to the fore. You never want to knock anyone over the head with anything but after a while subtlety palls and you just have to literally show people. The man on the street won’t believe anything until he sees it with his own two eyes and in the end God will oblige, getting tired once and for all of all horse town approaches.
I was driving, doing nothing on the shores of Great Salt Lake
When they put it on the air, I put it in the hammer lane
I soon forgot myself, and I forgot about the brake
I forgot all laws and I forgot about the rain
They were talking on the nine and all across the Amy band
And I heard the voices on a broadcast from up on the bird
They were getting interviewed by some good man whose name was
Bill, I am almost there to Vegas where they are putting on a show
They have come so far, I have lived this long
At least I must just go and say hello
He is doing “nothing” that is he is ready for the eternity where nothing always happens. It will “go on the air” that is it will be broadcast on the channels with an infinite bandwidth. Psyche was the Greek goddess of the soul not the mind—for them mind was nous.
The mind (nous) falls away at the moment, identity and the proper names are discarded like broken playthings and what is submerged in depth emerges. The brake or anything that stops or inhibits or prohibits goes away alongside this at uncanny speeds are hit (Bonneville Salt Flats). All laws of time and space are erased and the rain (reign) is even forgot as what will have brought us here sinks into oblivion as we get our new light bodies. Words still come into focus on the “band” and voices from the bird (the word that is and on the air).
Someone named Will who is good inaugurates or “hosts” the “show” that is the unconcealment of the truth, there will be a spectacle of pure vision. Long has been the time but the truth will have then come to pass. A greeting is then given in the form or a hail—a hail of final recognition.
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Notes:
The cryptic broadcast referenced in The Happening culminates in an interview by some good man whose name was Bill. This moment of clarity amidst the enigmatic transmission suggests a revelation or disclosure meant to enlighten the masses. Bill’s character could be seen as the mediator between the unknown and the populace – a conduit of truth in a world dense with secrecy.
The Celestial City appears in Jonn Bunyan's classic The Pilgrim's Progress.
The Celestial City
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