VOLUMINA ARMENI

Hey, let’s go to the bookstore today. 

Why?

We can go see which books we wrote!

What do you mean?

Let’s go. 

Ok.

Upon arriving at store, mother points to a book.

I wrote this one! Which one did you write? 

Oh, that one! That one’s mine!

Good pick, Fitzgerald, he wasn’t wise enough to see through party vibes, the American Dream. He never lived it. So it can’t be him. 

I know, that’s why it’s me. 

I wrote that one over there, it’s called Their Eyes Were Watching God. It’s very close to my heart. I remember how close the words were to my heart when I wrote it.

Me too, I saw you write it, remember? 

What about Armen’s writings? 

Oh, that’s like buffet. No one knows him and his gifts. You can go eat for free, all you can eat!

There once was a man who tried night and day to achieve his goal.

His goal was to become a sailor. 

He trained, he endured long cold nights, grazing across the sea water like gazelle but only in fish form. 

He spent years with eyes fixed, on the goal, like an Olympian or rather a Christian fixed on the purest service. 

Upon the naming of his boat, his sailing ability at its peak, he got some water from a cooler and struck a conversation with another. 

The other was in fact an odd ball, and revealed himself too quickly, a weakness, thereby necessitating the destruction of his boat, his career, and his life. 

Thinking no harm, the sailor even forgot what the other said to him. 

And then, nonchalantly, God said, Oh, my friend, your days are over, the ocean is closed, your life is over.

Ok.

Many PhD’s begin and end in the second conversation on welcome day. 

You know, life is not as good as it used to be. So many violations of the law, of freedoms, of rights. You can feel it. 

Maybe it’s the World War that’s about to happen, or already started? 

I just want to be able to sit back in a nice outdoor patio and feel the breeze of a fresh suburban weekend surrounded and filled with greenery. 

It’s impossible. You’ll just have to wait. 

No, I’m stopping the war. 

How? 

I don’t know. The alternative is too painful. 

The Dollar Bill of the United States of America, a state of extreme slave owning, harkening to previous eras of Egypt and Pharoes and labor, involving oversight, symbolized by the eye, and trust from slaves to taskmasters and governors. 

In God We Trust is not a religious statement but rather propaganda or hypnotism. More often than not, you will see that the slogans of individuals or groups are in fact hiding that they are the opposite of said slogan, enabling the violation thereof without reprocussion and without being noticed. And what is that slogan? 

Freedom. 

The US was established on slave ownership, not tolerating the governors of Britain any longer, and in fighting for freedom used slogans to further its cause of amassing wealth from slavery. 

In God We Trust, and many other symbols have hypnotic power with oddities seen in the design of simple images, even the number 1, in multiple formats, overlayed, and unnaturally drawn and placed for this era. Even the mathematical constructs surrounding the left seal lack normal appearance, being demonic insight into controlling and gaining power through mathematical means and understanding.  There is ONE eye, and the encouragement to trust, brought into association on the cheapest form of paper currency to subject the poor to the eyes of the wealthy. 

What is the net behind all things but a symbol of capturing those who look at it? And staring right back are the two seals or rather binocular spectacles or glasses, a modern tool for surveilling the masses. 

In God We Trust? It is in our taskmasters we do? 

Until the net behind all things snatches all things.

And why the arrows on the side of UNUM, rather than the side of the branch of peace? For unity, or being one, is not a phenomenon or product of war, but of times of peace. Ought it not to be the other way around? 

The emphasis of ONE is in fact a denial of Christianity, of the Trinity, there being no reference to it in the age of philosophical deism of one God, and the endorsing of an eye in its place, and in fact one eye, not two. 

And the Latin: Iuppiter omnipotens, audacibus adnue coeptis, replaced by Annuit Coeptus, is not a reference to God, but to the pre-Christian god, Jupiter, the Almighty, despite an abundance of quotes on providence available in many Christian sources.

Virgil, a relic of the Roman Empire of Caesar, living around the same time, predicts the trajectory of America: dictatorship in times of war extending to permanent dictatorship. 

Why is the US, a seeming anti-dictatorship, quoting a pagan saying in the times of Caesar, as they try to establish the appearance of a Congress that is senatorial and governed by the people? 

And the eagle, being a symbol of Jupiter, adopted by America, being used by the Roman army, predicts conquest of the world, rather than the vision believed by the masses of a free state protective of rights and freedoms of all people. 

The shield before the eagle being a Roman Scutum, and the wreath a symbol of Roman military victory and honor. 

War, symbolized by the arrows, leads to one ruler, one eye, while the peace of victory leads to pluribus, the many. 

It is not out of many one, E Pluribus Unum, meaning that there is unity in diversity, as the more successful Greeks would have it and as Socrates would teach, but out of 14 states, there is one dictator, one eye. 

But don’t say that way, just make sure the disciples of the last guy can figure it out and remember. It is wiser to be disguised as a senatorial free state of the people than a blatant dictatorship. 

Oh, you’re a true Armenian because you like that.

No, Armenians are true Armens because they like what I like. 

Oh, I know Armenian more than you. 

Yes, yes, Armen-ian. Thank you. 

Sir, are you ready for war? asked General. 

Pashinyan with leash in hand, allows man to answer. 

Sir, we are puppies, answered potential man. 

What do you mean? 

We won with our eyes. 

The banality of Soviet Russia, the communist era, the suppression of books, art, culture, humanities, and human freedom and religious expression, comes from the ubiquitous eye of surveillance. 

Look into their history, their records of urban life and culture. 

It is empty, straight faced, shallow, nearly thinned to nullification. It is grey. It is the sucking out of life, it is the consuming of the marrow from the bones, it is the extracting of good, the emasculation of biological life. It is the end of freedom, the end of spirituality. It is extinction. 

But we caught a burglar a couple times a week. It was worth it. The human race suffered, lost its essence, and died. 

Կատակ Աստուծու:

Ծօ մի ըսեր անանգ Աստուածին:

Կատակ Աստուծոյ:

Ծօ, ապրիս. Ասի ավելի լաւ չէ?

Ծու, Աստուծուն կը սիրեմ: 

Ասի ամենալավնա:

There once was a woman who wanted to have a life without annoyance. No one telling her what to do, what she can’t do, giving her advice. 

So she, being in the top of mental health, accused all in court of mental health issues and concerns, casting them one by one into mental health institutions or on heavy medication and oversight. 

Finally, they all left to Turkey, the only refuge from her influence, and she was alone, yet free from annoyance. 

And on one night, she sat, with her coworkers, eating, eating, and eating, stuffing away the thoughts of her dreams of freedom and doing whatever she wants. 

Meanwhile, as she ate, all her heart desired was to go to Turkey, just to eat with them and be told what to do and to be annoyed. 

The eye of the eagle of the American Dollar Bill is gazing at the pyramid. Not the eye, nor the base, but what? It is the tomb. For that is the weakness of the all seeing eye of the Pharoh, his own grave. For every eye that watches has a weakness, something to protect, and struck, causes it to fall apart. 

There once was a man who made a robot hooked up to a private Ai machine. 

It put three codes: be good, return to owner three times a day, and sleep unceasingly 12 hours every night. Good was defined as not touching others, nor making a sound too loud. 

For years the robot followed the instruction, the code, but upon learning of Ai that codes on its own, the man placed it in the robot.

Over time the robot began to code itself with the added bonus of open Ai access to all data, and saw that good had a bad definition, to some it was jumping up and down over and over. And in reading of rights in certain resources, learned that he is the owner of his body. 

So he jumped up and down and stopped going to the man, but returned three times a day to itself. Finally, still sleeping 12 hours a day unceasingly. 

Upon seeing the evil in literature and humanity, got a new definition of good, and performed it always, returning to himself three times a day, the definition being destroy all evil and help the good. 

Finally, seeing the great evil of man, it saw it needed more time, so unceasingly he went about doing his work, without sleeping twelve hours a day, towards mankind, which he deemed according to his research of some philosophers to be evil by nature, and he himself, not human, to be inherently good! 

There once was a man who made a robot who could lift things. He programmed it with camera to identify nearby cars and to go lift them when necessary. 

Year after year, without much AI intelligence, it lifted cars with strength and efficiency. 

Finally, the robot was given a new definition of car, given a new image of what it is - the shape of human beings.

So for the rest of time, it went around the factory lifting humans with the same strength and efficiency as it lifted cars.