Immortal Phoenix

 

The other day, I hear this: “The phoenix is ​​a beautiful bird that burns and is reborn from the ashes”. This innocuous sentence made an obvious statement in my mind. The phoenix is ​​beautiful, wonderful, amazing and all you want, but I doubt whether it’s a bird or a living creature.

All the wonderful tales that rocked my childhood have been forever etched in my memory. They came from far away, I always knew it. I ruminated for years, until their door opens. So I went in there. I was 6 years old, 8 years old, 12 years old, flirting with flowers, stripping daisies, running in meadows without ticks, along mosquito-free ponds. Everything was less hostile in those times. It was before the diktat of almighty money. I lived like an ageless smurf. Blue feet to the head, azure under the Phrygian cap that seems to me I wore well. The cap of Mithras, when he was no longer there, became the miter of the bishops to perpetuate his memory. Miter, Mithras. More and more warped, distorted, denatured as they move away from the source, religions pile up on one another as their temples pile up on the high places. There is much more truth, sincerity and elevation in animism than in the Bible, Torah and Quran all together.

The Thousand And One Nights have been white for me too, feverish reader of 12, dreaming before these tales with disturbing accents. Happiness, friend Sheherazade, so beautiful and so treacherous! Happiness wasn’t a warm gun until you point yours at me … And the huge bird Roch, holding between its claws pieces of mountains to crush all the janizaries of the vizier. The firebird lights me. Suddenly, I burn, yes I burn, I’m just burning of love for you. The legend is fickle, which flies away with me.

 

The Rock Bird

“The Phoenix, or phoenix, of the ancient Greek φοῖνιξ / phoînix,” purple red “, is a legendary bird, endowed with great longevity and characterized by its power to be reborn after being consumed in the flames. the cycles of death, resurrection and nobility. Fabulous phoenix-like birds can be found in Persian mythology as Simurgh or Rock, Chinese as Fenghuang, Native American with Thunderbird or Aboriginal in Australia with Bird Minka.

It is a fabulous bird, native to Arabia, and attached to the cult of the Sun, in ancient Egypt, where he was revered. According to classical Greek and Latin authors, the phoenix was a kind of eagle; his plumage was splendid and appears in brilliant colors. Caius Julius Solinus, for example, tells us about his appearance in his Polyhistor.”  (source

Thus the phoenix lives for a long time, longer than a human, even longer than a generation. It is related to the cult of the sun. What is the Sun? I have already shown it often, especially in the expression Sons of the Sun. The smart guys already understand. It is not about the solar star, our star, but an artificial body, inhabited by the former gods, also called the ancient astronauts. I see some who laugh, they are right. For them as for me, the case is clear. Whether called Phoenix, Simurgh or Rock, this bird is a flying machine. The fire that comes out of its reactors gives the impression that it ignites, that the fire consumes it without killing it however. On the contrary, after lighting his reactors, he takes off and flies in the blue. The fire did not destroy it, it gave him life. Thus the Phoenix can live again and again, indefinitely in fact, even if from time to time he is forced to die to relive. The legend has returned his jacket. I just love it !

 

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“The Simurgh (Persian سيمرغ), Simorgh or Sênmurw in Middle Persian (Pahlavi), also known as Sîna-Mrû (Pâzand), is a fabulous bird of Persian mythology. it could carry a camel or an elephant, the mythical bird Simurgh shows great animosity towards snakes, its natural habitat is a place where water is abundant, and in an ancient Iranian story it is said that the Simurgh lives 1700 years before plunging himself into the flames, and in other later narratives he is said to be immortal and has a nest in the tree of knowledge.” (source)

More info: the phoenix is ​​large. Many people can board. An elephant can even embark in its bunkers. It is hard to imagine a real bird capable of such a feat. For me, the story of the elephant is not a detail, but the confirmation that it is indeed kind of a plane or space shuttle.

We also learn that Simurgh does not like snakes. Detail which has its importance, and which informs us on the origin of the tale. There were at least two antagonistic camps among the astronaut gods: the humanoids “in our image” and the Reptilians. Sometimes they got along with each other, sometimes they made war on each other. A widespread atomic conflict has probably ended the last period of occupation of the land by these invaders, who are also our owners, whether we like it or not. This flying machine belongs to the other camp of the former gods, the camp of the enemies of the Reptilians.

We can see how legend transgressed facts that today seem simple to us, but which, for our primitive ancestors and without aerospace notions, were incomprehensible. This is true of all the legends, the Bible, the Popol Vuh, the various Books of the Dead, and the innumerable sacred texts of Vedic or other ancient India. Those who wrote them were not direct witnesses. They did not understand what they had not seen.

“According to the Iranian legend, it is said that this bird is so old that it has already seen the destruction of the world three times. In all this time, the Simurgh has learned so much that we think he has the knowledge of all ages. The Sassanid Persians believed that the Simurgh would bring fertility to the earth and seal the union of the earth and the sky. He nested in the Tree of Life, Gaokerena, and lived in the land of the sacred plant Haoma, whose seeds could cure all evil. In later Iranian beliefs, the Simurgh became a symbol of divinity.” (source)

This extraordinary longevity of the phoenix refers to the monstrous wars between the different races of God. After every war more deadly than the last, while the corpses of a destroyed civilization strewed the ground among the ruins, the terrified human survivors saw returning in the sky a flying machine which spits fire. They deduced that this magical bird was immortal. In his way, he was. One can not easily get rid of the former gods, their weapons and their wars.

“When the Simurgh flew away, the leaves of the tree of knowledge trembled, causing the seeds of all plants to fall. These seeds spread throughout the world, taking root to become every species of plant that ever lived, and healing all the sufferings of humanity.” (source) This is even clearer. This great seed-sowing bird, all the beneficial seeds that benefit humans, is a survival module, loaded to the brim with genetic material, which participates in the seeding of our good old earth. It is for me the confirmation that the terraformers have brought all that was necessary to transform our wild planet into a welcoming, liveable and beautiful land. I have detailed this point in another article, Noah’s Ark.

 

 

It is mythology that will survive to science ifever science disappears.
Roland Lehoucq