Part II in the series “Hollywood and the Coming Apocalypse”
IT’S CALLED DNA, and it’s both hard science and the ‘stuff dreams are made of’. Modernists claim credit for the ‘discovery’ of the germ of humanity, all the while nodding graciously to earlier researchers such as Gregor Mendel. The magical double helix served as a platform for the elevation of Watson and Crick to demi-god status and as the backbone of a brand new branch of science — chimeric cloning (aka ‘transhumanism’).
Mary Shelley imagined a hideous creature — the modern Prometheus — compiled of stitched parts and a humanist soul. Some may call Shelley’s Frankenstein monster a metaphor for government devoid of religion, others a post-apocalyptic picture of evolving mankind in its inevitable chaotic end. No matter how one interprets the story, the 19th century mind of Mary Shelley painted a literary portrait of the true monster we face today — science unbridled.
To understand the connection between Frankenstein and the culture of cloning, one needs to rediscover classical mythology. Once upon a time, nearly every college freshman spent at least one semester immersed in Ovid’s tales of the ancient gods. This ‘classical education’ has fallen out of favor today. Students now want the ‘fast track’ to a degree, seeking out core curricula fine-tuned to a specific trade or profession. Ask most sophomores to cite a page from Cicero or a line from Chaucer, and you’ll find yourself staring at the human equivalent of a smiley face (no doubt, thinking ‘that poor woman — she still thinks ancient history is relevant). Ironically, these same blinded advocates of the fast lane eschew mythology in the classroom only to revel in it in their living rooms. Video games, television, and films exploit, adapt, fold, spindle, and mutilate the folklore of Egypt, China, Germany, England, and even pre-columbian America. RPGs (role-playing games) are saturated with storylines that echo the ancient tales of Isis and Osiris, Cronus and the Titans, and even delve into more recent histories with the likes of Merovingian myth (a la the heretical notion of a marriage between Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene). But for the purpose of this exercise, let us concentrate on Isis and Osiris. And for those whose colleges let them down — we’ll take a few paragraphs to recount their story.
Although many versions of this story are told, the basics are as follows: The sun god Re had a vision that the goddess Nut would one day give birth to a child who would unseat Re as ruler of men. Consequently, Re made it impossible for Nut to conceive. Thoth devised a way of escape for both Re and Nut by sending the moon god Khonsu to challenge Re to a game with ‘light’ as the ante. Khonsu managed to win enough of Re’s light to create five additional days to the solar year (lengthening the 360-day year to 365 days). These extra days were considered feast days to the Egyptians, since they fell outside the true year. Osiris was born on one of these days, as was Isis. Osiris and Isis taught men how to raise grains and turn them into beer and bread. Isis had learned Re’s secret name, and this enabled her and Osiris to unseat Re as earth’s ruler. However, Seth, Osiris’s brother (also born on an extra day) envied Osiris and Isis. He and seventy-two conspirators (think 72 fallen angels here) fashioned a box (a coffin) to the exact measurements of Osiris, and Seth tempted Osiris to lie inside the elaborately carved, gold covered chest. Silly Osiris. No sooner had he entered the coffin than his brother Seth slammed the lid closed and (with the help of the 72) nailed it shut. Osiris died, and the coffin was thrown into the Nile, which carried it out to sea. The box landed in Phoenicia where a tamarask tree took it and covered it over with its branches.
This tree (think ‘tree of knowledge’ here and ‘tree of life’) grew great and became famous, and King Malcander came to visit it. Seeing the magnificent tree (and unaware that Osiris’s coffin lay hidden inside), Malcander ordered the tree to be cut down and fashioned into a great pillar for his palace.Isis, in the meantime, had fled from Seth. She took the child she had borne (Horus) and gave him to the goddess Buto on a hidden island. Isis then left to search for the body of Osiris in order to give it a proper burial. Isis arrived at the shore of Phoenicia, where she met children playing. She taught the girls to braid their hair, and these children returned to the palace with an exotic and wonderful scent upon their hair. Queen Astarte (Malcander’s wife) asked who had arranged the girls’ hair, and they told of the mysterious woman. The queen brought Isis to the palace, where she became nursemaid to little Prince Maneros and the baby Dictys, who was ill. Astarte did not know her new ‘servant’ was in reality a goddess, but she soon realized it when Isis decided to heal Dictys and turn him into a god. In return, Malcander and Astarte offered Isis, whom they revered as ‘the greatest of all goddesses’, anything she wished.
By now, Isis had heard the story of the pillar, so she asked only for that as a gift. After removing the coffin from inside, Isis returned the pillar to the king and queen. Isis opened the coffin and, upon seeing the body of Osiris inside, cried so loudly and plaintively that little Dictys died. (So much for the new ‘god’, huh?)
Taking the casket with her, Isis boarded a ship (oddly enough with the king’s surviving son Maneros as her companion). This proved Maneros’s undoing however, as his curiosity about the ‘box’ overwhelmed his good sense, and he spied upon Isis as she lifted the ornately carved lid. Isis became enraged and killed the poor lad on the spot (he fell overboard). Isis sailed on to the hidden island, where she ran ashore to see Horus (still in Buto’s care). With the box untended, Seth came upon it, and instantly recognized it as the coffin of his brother Osiris. Filled with rage that Osiris had ‘returned’, Seth tore open the coffin and hacked Osiris’s body into fourteen pieces and scattered the parts across the length of the Nile. Isis’s sister Nephthys (Seth’s estranged wife) came to Isis and promised to help find the pieces. So the great hunt began — Isis, Nephthys, and Anubis (Nephthys’s son by Osiris — go figure). They recovered only thirteen (curious number, eh?) pieces because nasty fishes had eaten the fourteenth. Isis reassambled the thirteen pieces and ‘recreated the missing member’, forming Osiris once again. She buried the body in a secret location — waiting for the day when Horus would overcome Seth in battle.
The war between Seth and Horus has many tales, but in the final battle, Horus slew Seth (who had taken the form of a giant red hippopotamus).Eventually, even Horus died (in the flesh), but the story goes that one day he would return and defeat Seth one last time — this time in spirit. Then, and only then, would Osiris finally return to rule for eternity. For this reason, the pharoahs embalmed their bodies, so they could rule this final world kingdom along with Horus, Isis, and Osiris.
Now, ignoring the obvious similarities between the Osiris/Horus stories and the Bibilcal prophecies, let’s look at how Isis took the pieces of her husband’s body and formed a new and improved Osiris. In Mary Shelley’s masterpiece, Victor Frankenstein disinters corpses for the body parts he uses to form a whole. Shelley’s monster was impervious to pain, and he even survived both fire and ice — in short, the ‘monster’ was immortal. Isis finds nearly all of Osiris’s original parts — all from one person — but she must improvise on number fourteen. The new Osiris is a chimera — part the ‘son of Nut’, part ‘gene of Isis’.
The Pharoahs took the Isis/Osiris tale of regeneration one step further by using the science of embalming to preserve their own tissues so that they might attain immortality. But were they foolish enough to believe their bodies could never rot? Is it possible they were actually preserving their DNA?
Enter the so-called ‘modern science’ of genetics.
Although, school children and graduate students alike are taught that genetic study truly began in the 20th century, the Biblical account of fallen angels mixing their ‘seed’ with that of women gives us an intriguing clue to what angels may have known even then — how to create a monster. Unlike Victor Frankenstein’s clumsy attempt at transhumanism via a puzzle of flesh, genetic puzzles offer the modern Frankenstein a vast array of possiblities.As you read this, you might be asking yourself why this essay is included in a series called ‘Hollywood and the Coming Apocalypse’. Yes, we’ve peered into mythology and into Victorian fiction, and both would be considered legitimate subjects of study in any university literature class. However, Shelley’s tale of a modern Prometheus serves as but a stepping stone for Hollywood’s filmmakers and Globalist dreamers. Ancient Egyptians believed a reconstructed Osiris would rise again — better, stronger, a righteous god for a golden age.
Can you see this theme in today’s newspapers? Scientists have deciphered the recipe (the human genome), and now they need only mix genes from one species with that of another to form chimeras. Hollywood both echoes and presages these miracles with films such as X-Men, The Fantastic Four, and Tank Girl. Television series use the same themes to give us Heroes, Kyle XY, and Dark Angel. The Age of Aquarius, born in the 1960s, predicts the dawning of a new age filled with superhuman beings — evolved into post-human perfection. Genetics is becoming our new god, and globalists are using both hard science and spiritual belief — man’s inherent desire, our ages-old craving for a better man — to forge humankind into a new church of believers.
We sing of the ‘body electric’ (thank you, Mr. Whitman), born from the hands of man. Or from woman. And we imagine ourselves upon the mystical sands of Egypt — standing beside Isis in the moment of creation. The seed of woman — genes of Isis. Genesis II.
And we will welcome the monsters — and proclaim them gods.