apostate630 said:
Elsewhere I've posted Koshka pics, and noted that she could fill in for somebody's fantasy of "What Really Happened to Cleopatra."
(I can easily envision a first century BCE tinfoil hat type yelling at me, "Asp, hell! Octavian nailed her regal ass to a cross! Look at these authentic manuscripts and engravings I have here. . ." )
Look, there's some dispute as to how Cleopatra died, but no evidence at all that Octavian would dare crucify an enemy head of state. Parade her thought Rome in a Triumph, strangle her later in some dark cell, yes. But even for the Romans, especially for the Romans, crucifixion was just too low class a way to snuff the Queen of Egypt.
Actually, I did a bit of research on Cleo in the course of investigating something related. If Octavian did manage to get Cleopatra to Rome, they would surely have held contests to find some means of execution MORE agonizing, humiliating and still lower-class to nail the little slut.
The Romans were very proud of their republic, and they disdained the idea of monarchies -- especially in Rome, starting a monarchy would be humiliating their honor. But that is what this little lady tried to do with seduction from inside the halls of power by seducing Ivlivs Caesar. HIs wife (it's been a few years, fergot her name) was highly respected in Rome. Little Cleo, after murdering her brother/husband, knew she had to do something to keep Rome from subjugating Egypt and ending the dynasty. What better way, than to seduce and subjugate the most powerful man in Rome, give him a happy time and show off how great it was to have vast crowds literally kissing the ground in front of the Queen -- since they did that in Egypt, perhaps Caesar might consider stepping up in rank to be the first King in centuries in Rome, and share the royal throne in Egypt, also?
Rumors of this possible humiliation reached Rome and scandalized both the Senate (who elected the Triumvirate) and the citizens. Meanwhile, Ivlivs was being pussy-whipped with priceless pearls dissolved in vinegar to drink, and on the Love Boat (the first one was not an early TV sitcom) -- actually a barge -- spent a few months lavishing every possible flattery on Caesar. It was womanned (or "manned") by the most beautiful women she could find, (un-)dressed as cupids. No expense was spared, because she knew her armed forces couldn't match those of the Romans so she had to use whoring instead of battles to keep her country independent.
He gave her incredibly lavish gifts in return, further outraging Rome. He gave her the city of Tarsus and other ports, and built, just outside of Rome, Caesar's Palace for her and their son (at least she insisted that Little Caesar was his illegitimate son). (Little Caesar was not an American pizza franchise back then, and Caesar's Palace was, of course, named for -- duhhh -- Caesar's Palace.)
Sound bites and spin doctoring were not invented by the Bush Dynasty in the White House. Caesar knew damn well that everyone suspected him of plotting to declare himself King with Cleo Baby as his Queen. Everyone knew of his exploits in Egypt and how he was wrapped around the little finger of this ruthless murdering slut, barely out of her teens. So, Ivlivs had a friend offer him the position of king, so that he could say that he would have all of the troops out of Iraq by ... (oops, wrong dynasty but same old bull crap). I mean, so he could publicly disown the idea that he would become king three times. But, as the songwriter Bobus Dylanus wrote, "You don't need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows', and all Rome knew that this REALLY blew.
So, the next Passover (damn, did it again...) uh, next Ides, in March (both observances are at the full moon. Seriously, this is no coincidence and it is really significant) his friends decided that they were more friends of Rome than of him -- and assassinated Caesar.
Meanwhile, Superslut knew this might happen -- she sent a secret message to the next most powerful member of the Triumvirate, Marcvs Antonivs, to meet her in Tarsus so she could try the seduction thing again. Things did not go as planned -- the Senate sicced Octavius on them -- level-headed and tough as nails -- and she knew the lady-in-a-rug trick wouldn't work on him. She knew her end would not be pretty -- a modicum of honor and dignity towards vanquished royalty was the furthest idea from any Roman's mind after her little indiscretions, and there was only one way out, suicide. That was the end of the Hellenist dynasty in Egypt, and nearly the end of the Roman Republic.
That this is of no little significance, is the understatement of the epoch. As Tom Lehrer once sang in the "MLF Lullaby" (in the 1950's or so, when we still were wary of the Germans but were thinking of giving them nukes to keep the USSR at bay), "Once all the Germans were warlike and mean, but that couldn't happen again. We taught them a lesson in 1918, and they've hardly bothered us since then ..."
Greece to Egypt to Rome to Terso (local name for the Roman name, Tarsus) to (I forgot her final destination) -- you might call her the Great Whore of Many Waters. A guy named John in the first century CE some decades later called her that, in chapter 17 of his apocalyptic book of Revelation. She is "riding" a beast with seven heads. Rome was founded on seven hills. When she fled to Tarsus, she was in another city named for a part of the anatomy with seven bones -- the part that is pierced in many Roman crucifixions; she dies when she is pierced by a poisonous serpent -- and the heel of the tarsus is also pierced by a SERPENT in Genesis 3, and the head of this same serpent is then wounded -- with the heel. Seven hills, seven tarsal bones, seven heads, a serpent -- does that ring a bell? It should.
Turn to chapter 13 of Revelation, and you find another beast with seven heads, and one of the heads received a fatal wound, but the evil beast miraculously recovers, and gains a great following, lying and deceiving everyone, and a second ruthless earthly beast supports this first beast -- then you find the following -- "Here is the wisdom! He who is having the understanding, let him count the number of the beast, for the number of a man it is, and its number [is] 666." Now, this is not "six-six-six". That was eighteen until the 9th century CE, because positional notation was not invented until then. Six hundred and sixty-six, perhaps. Roman numerals were common then as now; several letters were used from the alphabet to represent quantities. The Hebrew alphabet also represented quantities -- but every letter was used in the alphabet, one through ten; then twenty, etc. to a hundred; then two hundred, three hundred, and four hundred -- this used up all the letters so beyond that, you used the letter for 400 (called "vav") plus other letters representing additional hundreds if needed (vav transliterates to the letters V, W, U and O; but most other vowels were not represented by letters, though Y and I had the same letter). The simplest way to represent the number 666 is: 400 + 200 + 60 + 6 which is the letters, in normal order, tav - resh -samech - vav, or, transliterated, TRSO, which is the local name for Terso (Tarsus). Nobody noticed this until this century. How millions of scholars over 17 centuries overlooked something so simple and obvious until now, is both amazing, and predicted about 20 times by various prophets.
Any anatomy book will tell you that the tarsus -- the foot -- has seven bones. The city of Tarsus is famous for Paul of Tarsus, and for the meeting of Cleo and Antonius. Paul tells us that he was struck down by what should have been a fatal bolt of lightning ("thunder" is synonymous with "voices" in Aramaic languages) and he was blinded for three days in Damascus. He was blinded, and the eyes are in the head; he was miraculously healed of this wound in the head, and gained a very great following, even to this day. He entered by the gate of Damascus, and there is a prophecy that curses the gate of Damascus; he left in a basket that was lowered out a window in the wall of Damascus, and there is another curse against the wall of Damascus. There is yet another curse in prophecy against someone in a basket -- the prophet Zechariah has a vision where a messenger shows him a basket (an ephah, holding a bit more than 40 liters) with a "woman of evil" who is pushed down again into the basket which is sealed up for a future time. It is taken to a distant land where a special house (Caeasar's Palace?) is to be set up for her.
Something was bothering me about this whole business -- was there more? Only a couple of prophetic books had 66 chapters; was there something hidden there, referring to Paul of Tarsus? Isaiah is one of the few books with 66 chapters; the sixth verse (from the end, not the beginning!) has the words, "and Pul, Tarshish". Tarshish is generally considered to be the Hebrew name for Tarsus; and the town of Pul is spelled identically with "Paul" (transliterated to PWL). Remember how I said that every letter has a numerical value? Adding up the sum in the original Hebrew, "and Pul, Tarshish" sums up to 1332, exactly twice 666. And remember John, who wrote Revelation? John in an epistle, said the antichrist was living in his day -- and Paul was contemporaneous with John. I found even more surprising indictments against Paul, especially in John's gospel about the last supper, where there are more oblique references to Paul ("washed but unclean foot", "heel", "bread to the one betraying", etc.) than direct ones to Judas (the usual suspect). I found dozens more elsewhere that fingered Paul, scattered everywhere in the most interesting ways. I'm gradually shoveling them into my website. And, I found stuff even more surprising. The whole thing is like a self-expanding archive using simple common knowledge information from Wikipedia, etc. about Paul of Tarsus, Constantine I and Jerome as the public key to the cipher. Once you pull the loose thread in the hand-knit sweater, it comes apart (although in this case, entropy drops like a rock and the whole thing becomes something equivalent to the sieve of Eratosthenes, or an extremely large, varied and redundant set of riddles, or an especially ingenious mystery novel).
Everything I hate about Christianity has its source in Paul, and not in the Mosaic Law or the gospels (do note that I'm no member of any organized religion). Paul wanted to start his own religion, and he hated Jews and women, so he contradicted everything in all the OT and gospels, bragging about himself incessantly -- and nobody noticed because Constantine came along and made Pauline doctrines the official religion of the Roman Empire. And nobody even had the pleasure of seeing Paul of Tarsus getting crucified -- he was beheaded instead, quick and painless. As a Vogon commander once said, "Death is too good for him."
Sorry this is so lengthy -- hope no one got bored reading it. (As Nauta in FLCL says, "Nothing interesting ever happens around here.") ("Wait! don't pick up that patibulum yet, there's more!" -- from the Home Cruxing Network)