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By Dustin Darcy, July 12 2012, updated Feb. 13 2016 (online version)
Much of the nuance in Heliofant's "I, Pet Goat II" has been neglected, so I would like to express
what I see as the four major themes of the video. The primary message is that the current mindset
of America and much of the rest of the world is one of division. The apple splitting in half and
the emergence of the two saplings that unite to create the lotus blossom is representative of
enlightenment. This is poetically illustrated near the end of the short, as the sleeping Christ
figure emerges from the tunnel and all the water lilies unfurl into full bloom.
A House Divided...
During the introduction, in the first stanza, the two (supposedly) opposite U.S. Presidents stand
before the front of the classroom and cavort between a mixture of slapstick and dance.‡ At no
point do the Presidents set aside the inane masturbatory act to engage in a genuine dialogue to
discuss how we might begin to solve the world's problems. In effect, they are the same. Both of
their actions are silly and irreverent. The nonsense of their actions is emblazoned on the
chalkboard for all to see. The house is on fire and no one is doing anything about it.
Trapped in the surreal Alice and Wonderland setting, the snow white-esque pupil, despite
the misbehavior of her elders, maintains her idyllic purity — uncorrupted by the hatreds and
societal divisions the ethnocentric partisan circus creates.‡ Staring down, contemplating the
apple, Lily realizes the fruit is poisoned with society's divisive cultural propaganda. '"This apple
is not mine," she [thinks]. It belongs to someone else."' As she lets go of the doctrinal apple
of knowledge ossifying the students who surround her it rolls to the front of the classroom.
The President as head master of the cultural indoctrination program begins to sweat.‡ He sees
for the first time the younger generation is unwilling to consume the information they are being
fed. The President realizes the charade of division is coming to an end and that the people
recognize a world constantly at war with itself can never become whole and heal. This is visually
reflected by the apple splitting in half, again alluding to division, and the two saplings merging to
form the unified lotus blossom.
The War that is Winter...
Here the second overture starts and the war for the soul of humanity begins. The camera exits
through the window from the small confines of the theatric, comfortably understood community
of the classroom to a world in chaos, where the two towers of division are crumbling and the
unified flag of the nation is torn in half.‡ This much larger, complex world is nothing like what
was taught in the school. It shows the world as something bigger and far more menacing. It also
shows how old established symbols, while retaining their power and meaning, have begun to
meld into one another becoming something altogether new.
As the blood moon rises, far out past where the two towers lie in ruin,‡ we see Osama bin
Laden standing with his armies of human bombs, under the aegis of the CIA logo tagged on his
uniform. Oil bleeds from the glaciers into the black polluted ocean slick.‡ The once proud
nation's self-inflicted wounds cause Lady Liberty's light to dim as the Star of David illuminates
beneath it.‡ Even from birth, the young are ensnared by the snakelike media propaganda.‡ The
constant hum of the TV murmuring the news of failing economies saps everyone of vigor and
hope.‡ The desperation invariably crescendos in worldwide confrontation and escalations.
Air strikes target religious structures to destroy what are falsely construed as opposing cultural
identities.‡ Governments extricate resoures from foreign soil to perpetuate the illusion of an
ever-expanding ever-growing economy. Conflagration of bombs vaporize the lives of parents
and children of all cultures. Muslim.‡ African.‡ The war heals nothing and consumes everything.
The poignancy of this depravity reaches new heights when the people observe the ill-gotten
barrels of crude fail to even serve any supposed purpose because the tumultuous violence
engulfing the middle east only serves to hasten the bankruptcy of the swiftly diminishing middle
class. In a last gasp, the blue-collar wage earner drowns disappearing into the cauldron of class
warfare.‡ The Mexican calaca walks onto the battlefield with Death's scythe to claim the
brave who have marched into battle to oppose nuclear warfare and governmental injustice.‡
Yang seems to be losing to its Yin. The battle seems all but lost.
Unification, Yichudim, and Tikkun Olam
Yet through all the devastation, a lone figure sails quiescently on a solar barge through the
underworld.‡ The apotheosis's fusion of characteristics, from the sacred flaming heart to
the dharmic third eye cast in the image of the eye of providence, hint at the Maitreya
come to transcend boundaries of religious orthodoxies. The perennial philosophy births a new
avatar! The iconic Jesus-figure transmogrified into an Egyptian mold. The symbols stitched
into a homogenous tapestry strips away any notion of a superior culture or a more authentic
spiritual path because the singular beatific unity reveals how all of the combined belief systems
compliment and enrich each other.
As the avatar sails along in an unconscious trance on the river Styx, journeying to undo the
wrongs and awake in the light of day. He sees the corruption;‡ and, as if in a dream, twitches at
the images of the nightmare.‡ He touches the evanescent moth that burns at the touch of light.
‡ He witnesses the deaths. He sees the propaganda, greed, and self-loathing.‡ Kali, through
the mind of the avatar, observes the macabre scene and Vishnu remembers to preserve.
‡ The fish as lost souls of the Styx remember the warmth and recongregate.‡ The
structures of ice and darkness slowly start to melt and crumble into the background as the heat
of the avatar, representing the coming Spring, warms the frozen walls in his passing.‡
Amidst the chaos, far away the divine light of the Supreme pierces a cloud from high above to
illumine a lone phallically-shaped lighthouse of ice with an elderly woman trapped inside the
tower's inner cloister.‡ In Kabbalistic literature the sephirot Tipheret and Yesod are seen as the
male accompaniment to the female Sephirah of Malkut (the Shekinah). In the arrangement of the
Sephirot, Yesod lies directly between Tipheret and Malkut.
The Shekinah plays another very important role in the story of creation, and in particular
in the Great Plan of humankind. It is believed that in man's fall to a denser, less perfect
state of being in the physical, the Shekinah stayed with us as we separated from God or
were exiled from the ‘Garden'. Thus, the Shekinah, once again, was voluntarily removed
from God/Ein Sof in order for us to have our experience. She has always stayed with us,
wherever we were exiled or isolated or shut out, the Shekinah was always there in exile
and isolation with us. Thus, the Shekinah is also in Malkuth, the Kingdom, the Salt of the
Earth, the final step of creation where the energies funnel into the physical world that is
our home. It is for this reason that Kabbalists often refer to Malkuth as the Bride. For the
ultimate Plan and driving desire of the Universe is for the Bride, the Shekinah, to reunite
with her Bridegroom, the Creator. So, the Shekinah, in addition to being the Soul of God
is also the Soul of the World.
After millennia of waiting the light from above reaches below to unite with the Shekinah. As
the promises and prophecies are fulfilled, the Christ-heart emerges amidst a cloud of men in
copy-cat suits, performing soulless jobs.‡ In a single pulse the Christ-heart obliterates the
feckless paradigm of menial work. Eliminating, all at once, and once and for all, the hegemony
of darkness enforced by men unwittingly maintaining a corrupt and soulless order. The
innocents oppressed by the uncaring machine of modern society are freed.‡
The misdeeds and wrongs start to upend themselves. Death itself reverts course! The calaca, as
maestro, reanimates those lost in battles of yore.‡ The lily-white innocent rise in glory to dance
to the beauty of their souls song. The innocent broken body of the young Muslim boy, Aali, rises
in splendor twirling towards the moon with all the beauty and skill of the ancient art of the Sufi
L'enfant Bleu, who at once was Kali, flashes through the masks and headdresses of all cultures of
old. From the elemental to the tribal dances of the Native American bear and raven.‡ With all
cultures integrated, the heat of history finally reaches the flash point and culture itself turns to
steam. Unmasked L'enfant, as us, unveils his true inner nature.‡ Pure radiance, shining
brightly illumining all!
Entering the East Gate, Past the Flaming Sword that Swings
Every Which Way, and the End of Symbols
Uniting all the disparate shards of humanity, the avatar propels through the mouth of the
underworld into the light of dawn.‡ In the wake of his passage enlightenment blossoms
everywhere the heat of the heart's fire touches.‡ The lilies of wisdom spring from their frosty
slumber a vibrant purple giving color where previously there was none.
The penance of the crown of thorns is removed. The icons and symbols that were previously of
such great importance are no longer necessary. Where once they were used to connect with the
elusive and the intangible. Now exposed to raw self-evident truth of the greater reality, the old
symbols are superfluous. The frozen religions of antiquity and their provisional structures
disintegrate in the light of the felt presence of spirit. The ice cathedral crumbles exposed to the
direct rays of the sun.‡
As the avatar's gaze turns due east. The solar barge floats towards the Menkaure causeway
following the gaze of the sphinx to participate in the coming of the spring equinox.‡
Looking forward the avatar sees the sun pulse, resonating with his heart. Fireballs fly forth like
streamers. A flaming meteor slams into the capstone of the Great Pyramid of Giza. Careening
through the air the capstone disintegrates. The pyramids dislodged and unbalanced slowly
crumble. With it, the self-evident meaning of an unjust hierarchy controlled from the top-down
submerge into the ocean forever.
The long promised, golden age of plenty arrives! And that ... is but the beginning.
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