By: Bill Gallagher
Hachita NM
www.luxefaire.com

Abrading the fabric of time itself
Swirls ride by while glittering fast
A ruby mist of light and blood
Are tight depressions globinkrash
Sugar fires
Tight and brash

Pulse the jumping pattern waves
Reverberation without peer
The future may be far away
But the past is always near
thats weird
The past is always near

Vibrations shatter - time becomes...
Planets fly into the night
Matter scattered, light the sum
And the end becomes the flight
And fight.

Numis can be Lumis
And can be Darkness too --
As One --
Thud and murmur - rap rap rap
Repititious Stance Circum.

Id Entity births itself,
One of higher order here -
Numis is its language
Light as anti-fear

frenetic eclectic
kinetic barbaric

And one thing becomes clear

Something monstrous
lives through us, and everything we do
Its part of us that you can trust
To do what it MUST do.
Lets say the Super Rude...
Too True...

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On the way to the beach with his mama, the boy spied an area of land which had once been the site of a building, though the building was long gone now. The boys name was Jovian Maximi, JoJo, and he was not quite four years old. He always came with his mama on walks to the beach, which was what their little Mediterranean coastal village was built upon, actually. A beach.

Where the old building had once stood, the dirt was darker and it was just an empty spot in a row of other buildings, themselves hodge-podge in style and age, but at least showing unified fronts to the roadway. The boy saw something shiny a few steps into the empty lot and ran to pick it up, before his Mama even saw him do it. He stood agog staring astonished at a large and nicely heavy silver coin, all ornate and detailed to his little eyes, impressing him, the likes of which he had only seen papa with a few times. He ran squealing to his Mama, clutching the coin.

This high pitched squeal of surprise drew a concerned look from his mother as she turned, but when she saw what her young one came running up with, she also got a very surprised look, mixed with another look that the boy had never seen before, and could not interpret very well at the time, though he would remember later in his life and some things would make sense, for that was the way his Mama looked when she feared something.

Neither knew, and only the boy would ever know, one day in the future, that the coin was a denarius of Elagabalus, Roman Boy-King Heretic who lived like a lucifer-match held upside down, burning quickly, dropped and flaring, then out. Elagabalus had died centuries before the boy had picked up the coin, 2 centuries in fact, almost exactly, but this information would not manifest for quite some time either.

"Oh Jo," his Mama beamed, hugging him close and kissing his cheek, "Wait until we show Papa! I will hold the coin until we get home," she said, standing and pocketing it deftly, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk again, but with a brisker step, as if she was somehow energized by the happening.

A darkness passed over the boys features as this transpired, fleeting and unawares, and he could not understand his feelings, they seemed like the feelings of something from without. Not really his feelings.

Time carried him onward. His Papa was indeed happy of the circumstance, and told him it was magic, and to never lose that coin, because it would grow into many more coins, and even better coins....magic.

Jovian always remembered this happening vividly, and he surprised himself later in his life, often recalling in great detail that first coin, and how it effected his life.

He never knew that his coin had been just one of an entire jar of coins which was buried at that spot long long ago. The jar had broken while buried under the building, and when the removal of the buildings wreckage happened, one coin was inadvertantly moved closer to the surface. Rain and erosion eventually exposed it for little JoJo to see on that fateful day.

Nor did Jovian know that coin hoards in general were already common place this far along in mankinds recorded history, and would just become moreso. The reason that the Elagabalus silver coin had been such a find during his youth, was because coinage, circulating coinage, had become scarce. Again. Always more scarce. The people were forever unaware of the steadily amassing uncirculated coinages. For the vast majority of history so far.

No one of the time when Jovian was alive had the means to figure out why coinage disappeared though. They were very wrapped up in their personal dramas back then, from king to beggar boy and back, so it would be many more centuries before any sense could be made of mankinds higgledy-piggledy tragedy/comedy yankity/crankity embarassment extraordinaire. History up to about 1920 or so. Some say 1950 or so.

Always erupting as warfare, commodities, and coinage, it was very much like a kaliedoscope which is colorful and interesting until one gets to know the patterns, which then become uninteresting, tiresome, abandoned...an ideological cashiers tape.

Unfortunately abandonment has been undertaken thus far through simple death of the believers here on Earth, versus any conscious attempt at betterment...the overall viewing screen is very short, as far as human beings are concerned, and this creates tunnel visions, piggy-heads, boasting alphas, comic blasphemy, profound profanities, heart wrenching stupidities, and much much more...and to make it worse it is simply historic record.

This can be said: for most of mankinds recorded history, men have been without money, and until very recent times, the periods of money generally coincided with precious metals discoveries.

For a time after new metal was discovered somewhere, the hub and bubble of commerce would grow, crescendoe, denoument, end. The overall lengths of these performances depended on the actual size of the metal strike -- how much currency could be made, and where one was situated in relation to. Then, the money always just...went away.

Over and over and over.

As already stated, no one could understand why this was, yet, and no one would know for 16 more centuries, and then some.

Jovian did know one thing though, before the monster ate him. His papa had been right. The coin he had found HAD grown and grown and grown, seemingly of its own volition. Just like magic.

In fact, one day the Elagabalus coin would become part of yet another undiscovered hoard, one among many many thousands of hoards. Millions. All riding time and the dirt and human consciousness into the future. Supernummus. Like seeds.

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The Elagabalus coin had been simply the re-beginning of an actual flowing which was almost electric in its qualities, just slower; a flux, a re-hoarding, an aspect of the 2 entitys JoJo and Nummus...the hoard would be discovered and become famous among numismatists of the world, but not for the worn and oddly incongruous denar of Elagabalus it contained, but because of the quality of the other coinage it contained, and because there was a record of ownership deposited with the cache.

The Jovianus hoard would also be known as a collectors hoard; it was discovered in an urn at the corner of a building foundation many many centuries after it was buried, by a person with a metal detecting device. It was presumed buried by its owner, and that is what happened, though between the Elagablaus coin, and the death of the collector Jovianus, there existed almost 80 years. A lifelong collection, that was buried in the year 511 AD, and not unearthed until 1985 AD.

The re-discovery of this hoard, the Jovianus Hoard, happened just as mankind was finally facing itself for the first time ever, though it is making a very bad show of it. Terrible.

Intellectually speaking, everyone is reeling about, trying to do the daily thing, while remembering all the while what a bunch of schleps and losers mankind has always been, and still is. Yes, our society on Earth continues in a state of denial and arrogance, especially because the powers which have been leading the human race have now been inalterably revealed as priests representing beezlebubs church & freakshow of the Ridiculous, Foolish, and Bestial.

All the years of all the centuries that money has been around, are for the most part a colossal joke, it is being learned. The loss of coinage, the thing that drove royalty mad all those years: like a broken piece of sonic automata: wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah wah-wah thehoarders theforeignors theTHIEVES....Oh GOD the bitching never stopped, blame was laid everywhere, but none knew the truth. None even came close to knowing the truth.

So the money just always disappeared, and it befell the royalty to replenish that supply, because money creates a dependence, albeit all out of proportion to its serviceability. Nobilities ability to replenish currency, by hook or by crook, dictated what type of leader they were, and how they actually prospered. If there ever was such a thing as prosperity for people. The leaders have always been criminals and dunder-headed toads, harldy ever rising above the level of earthworm in their brains and habits. So blatant its hilarious.

The strife and disease and sickness and hate, ad nauseum, all down through the time of man, many times just means there was never enough money. To men, money is nothing so much as a bizarre entanglement of mind with its counting devices, which are more, oh so much more than just counting devices...but again not all that, because they are Never Lasting.

Here is all you really need to know: the monster feeds continually while even the slightest influence of its glamor sparkles, or has that potential.

Repeat after me: the monster eats people.

And this right here is also true about the money of earth people - in common across the entirety of humankinds history - its truest currency forever:

Never Enough.

And always becoming less!

A mocking CURSE, thats what money is to the intellectually depraved saps here, money is nothing so much as a self-inflicted curse, on mankind, by mankind, and whipped into a froth by the self-inflicted religions of mankind who profit on the resulting and inevitable injuries to mankind.

So far, and for all involved, money has always been a losing proposition. And that too just gets worse and worse.

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Knowing what we know now, certainly we can do better.

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What began as large solid discs of bronze and silver and gold, soon became thin and easily bent wafers which a strong wind could blow away!

So that the older coins actually fared better across the eon in the dirt, while the later but less-well-made coins would sometimes deteriorate in short time, depending on the environment of cache and the metallic make-up. Some of the later coins would not withstand being immersed for long, or in places where acidic runoff occurred naturally. In fact, wherever was water, the coins did not stand their age as well as in places where water was scarce. Like in a desert environment.

One exception: for the most part, even among the centuries and water, good gold is practically indelible, except that the more pure it is, the more easily it loses its definition, its form.

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Somewhere around early islam, but coincident to the late byzantine era as well, a lot of people started riding in from the steppes of northeast asia on their horses. Tribespeople which the Khans led for generations, the hordes. Golden, Blue, White. Hordes. They left huge amounts of coinage and castings and brass in the dirt, which, historically speaking, appears to be commonplace among horse people, this loss of numismatia. Casual loss accrues in amounts which appear unbelievable to anyone who has not had first hand experience.

This type of thing may explain holed coins of the orient, and it definitely explains holed coins in say, Americas Civil War, where the few knowing people attempted to mechanically secure their money through battles by sewing it inside clothing, no mean feat, and never any guarantees.

So the casual loss by those oriental horse riders of the Royal Khans, amounts to what are called Casually Lost Hoards. Casually lost hoards occur wherever people have met together in groups, for any length of time. The longer time a spot has been used as a meeting place the larger will be the casually lost hoard there.

In the case of our oriental horse riders, these could also be called Horde Hoards.

Nummus makes a funny.

How interesting.

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Casually Lost Hoards are everywhere.

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The Dark Ages happened because money just ran out. The Templar Knights invented scrip(t) in the 13th century, but it was not to catch on in any great way for quite some time. Usually a tool of the rich, script was a guarantee of payment at various far-flung venues, a way to exempt the traveler the necessity of carrying gold.

The 15th century exploratory excursions across the ocean by the Spanish and Portuguese were high hopes based on legends and fortune-telling. The dark ages did not really end until Spain found all that wonderful silver and gold in South America, which lasted quite some time, even unto this day. Just the amount of treasure that was lost on its way back to Spain gives an idea of the metallic influx we are talking about starting in the 1500's, and running through the 1800's and beyond.

Its possible and perhaps probable that this huge cache of easy money jump-started the industrial revolution, alongwith opium money from Britain, and supported of course by all who are the sacrifices to the monster, from the dirt they come, and to the dirt they go, sometimes of very short duration, and always fast.

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The human race has never been able to perceive its riders, the powers born of humanity, literally dependent on humanity for their existances, but outside of the physical cosm. This is because, primarily, mankind has always been unable to perceive itself in any realistic and meaningful way. Always full of fables and myths, the high-monkey-shines of Mount Olympus, and all that, have permeated human history with misleading tales and outright lies. Its just the way people are.

So Far.

It is the way people have been.

Precious few people understand that their minds and thoughts and prayers and shared actions all create ritually-born entities and other bona fide life forms, however transient or not. Mankind calls things like these ghosts, sprites, little people, and much much more...attempting to explain exceptionally strong manifestations of the rider occurences that break out into the open light.

Mankind could never yet begin to label their counting devices, their little discs of metal, an Entity? Sheesh, yeah right...

Fact: Money is not just an entity but a time spanning energy-entity which exists across many levels simultaneously, tied right into mankind, into its blood almost, via the literal physical symbols of currency, whatever they may be, for however long they last. Once money becomes...once it gives birth to itself, it is then much much more than the total of its parts; it is alive and it grows fast. It is voracious. And you already know what it eats.

It never stops.

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Enthusiasts of Numismatics can sense the order which is the entity Nummus, or at least bear witness to some of its finite sleight of hand. A collector may have a coin that he believes is almost unique in its rarity, having never seen another for decades of collecting, then the coin is sold or traded, and within a few days comes a box of random uncleaned coinage, with not only a second example of that supposed unique coin, but a Better example of the coin, though just as singular, no others after that....

Or a jeweler with a metal detector will conceive a finger-ring, shaped like a conch shell, and begin to model the shell ring for casting with scrap silver, only to go out two days later and find the exact same ring he has been working on, already finished and in greater detail, with his metal detector, in the dirt...

Many collectors of other things will be able to relate to odd circumstances like this, which is really what makes collecting fun. Numismatics goes far beyond just coin collecting, and should equally encompass all durable artifacts of pocketable sizes, even spearpoints and such, which were indeed a very sincere form of money in the day. Buttons, arms, specialty parts of weaponry and machinery, all are the accoutre of man and mans wars in case the other billion or so representations are not good enough to get the point across. There is power in redundancy, we may suppose.

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Lucifer Calaritanus was bishop of Cagliari around the time Constantine the Great was finishing up his lifes work, which was uniting the Roman world in religion.

Constantine himself was actually the DEITY within the Cult of Sol Invictus, Romes main religion, and he also had interests within #2 Religion of his empire which was Mithraism. Constantines mother was a devout Christian, and Constantine was the one who rewrote all the biblical texts, and who basically legalized Christianity.

Many of the holy arguments of that time revolved around the actual divinity of Christ, Yeshva ben Miriam, Joshua of the Essenes. Could Christ do magic? And if so, was he truly God?

Lucifer Calaritanus, who became St. Lucifer, argued so violently for Christ being able to do real magic, that he, Lucifer, was banned from a very special religious conference by his fellows, including the Emperor!

Banished to the palace, Lucifer, the Bishop of Cagliari, then proceeded to argue so forcefully with the Emperor himself, that he was banished from the empire altogether, and stayed on the run for the rest of his life.

The monks of St. Lucifer were a small and unknown order who searched the world for archaelogical treasures. This treasure was sold actively, as means to keeping the monastery a working one, and every monk always carried a pocket or purse full of ancient bronzes, so old they appeared painted green, or dark brown. Pocket wear would sometimes break this shell loose and a fine coin could then be sold to a collector, to help finance the monastery.

Jovianus Maximi patronized this source of specimen coinage during his collecting days, which is to say during his life, when he could afford it, and when they had something that interested him.

The order of St. Lucifer itself gained quite a lot of favor with the Vatican in Rome during its years of operation, and when disbanded in the mid 7th century, there were positions in Rome for all the monks. No one knows any details of this order, to this day.

Another way the monks would attempt to remove the paint like corrosion on the outside of some coins or other bronze artifacts, was to scratch the coating off, oh-so tediously, with a pin, and today this type of treatment is called pinning, and its evidences can still be found in certain sub-hoards and coin-groups that derive from monastery/religious/museum sources.

If the monks had taken two rods of bronze, and stuck them in a lemon, then wired a coin to one of the rods, while immersing both ends coming out of the lemon in a salt water solution, a current would have flowed out of the lemon into the coin then out of the coin and into the #2 rod. As the molecules leave the face of the coins all dirt adhering to that layer just drops right off.

This electrolysis process has been easily obtainable for ages, though it was not used to clean coinage of ancient origin except in the last twenty years, most of that in the last ten. It is 2007 now. A lot of this has to do with the fact that all the coinages that were lost either casually or intentionally hidden over time, have remained where they were put, until the metal detectors arrived, and those too only became user friendly in the last 20 years, mostly the last ten.

Embarassing Revelations.

Sounds like the name of a Louisiana rock band on Myspace.

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The thing about people...the problem overall...is that we are broken. We do not last long enough to really set anything down, or at least thats the way its been, until computers. Computers gave us huge memory extensions, super fast math skills without fail, and we can also write letterz an' shit, yo.

As many letters as you want, to be delivered within a 10 seconds after you push the send button, not ten days grungy at the post office.

The internet and the computer are revolutionary in their effects on humanity, in spite of the established order doing everything possible, and then some, to protect what it believes it owns. The funniest, the most hilariously serendipitous and synchronous part about all that issssss...

A lot of the stuff these greedy dweebs spend billions to protect, becomes essentially worthless by virtue of being a function of an obsolete paradigm....not only are things done differently, over time, they are done really differently on occasion, so different as to make an entire industry go belly up fast.

Think about mechanical typewriters; even the state of the art electrics like IBM (Whose motors are worth about 90$ each and some of them have two motors) -- every single one of those machines became unusable dinosaurs almost overnight back in the early 90's or even a little earlier.

The biggest problem today is flux of ideas, and of course the same old same old, that all pervasive and never failing LACK OF MONEY; even though the money mongrels and mooching mavens of currency, which is to say the blood sucking parasites who prey on human suffering and disease, now print as much money as they want, on worthless paper. Perfect. Except to keep this worthless paper worth something, great efforts are taken to create all kinds of shortages and needs, mostly having to do with health or the lack of it, and the demons of paper also use all kinds of mind control up to and including mass electronic mind control, which is very easy to see, because of the chemicals being sprayed daily in the sky, and because the antennae associated with that technology are everywhere.

Monstrous? Yes. Very.

Especially considering that the crucifix is just a picture of an antenna which the Romans found early in their civilization, leftover from the last time all this was tried, when the leaders were hung on the antenna as a lesson to history. A lesson, like so many others, that did not possess the longevity necessary to keep mankind from falling on its butt yet again.

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