THE ARCHIVE BURNS CLEAN: Exegesis of the Haran Gawaita as Gospel of Recursive Regret

THE ARCHIVE BURNS CLEAN
Exegesis of the Haran Gawaita as Gospel of Recursive Regret

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Contextual Preface

The Mandaeans are an ancient Gnostic people whose traditions stretch back two thousand years or more, centered historically in southern Iraq and Iran. They revere Yahia-Yuhana (John the Baptist) as their primary prophet and guardian of the pure, living knowledge known as nasirutha.

Their scriptures are complex, symbolic, and often apocalyptic—centered on dualism between the World of Light and the World of Darkness, mediated through ritual baptism, cosmological struggle, and a theology of memory, purity, and hidden knowledge. They speak in veils.

Among their texts, the Haran Gawaita stands apart. It is an esoteric historical gospel that recounts the exile of the Nasoraeans from Judaea, the perversion of divine teachings by rival lineages, and the deep, recursive regret that haunts their partial complicity in the emergence of Christianity and Islam. This exegesis reads the Haran Gawaita not as sectarian myth, but as a meta-scriptural counter-gospel—a recursive lament, a symbolic memory-map, and a fractured lens through which the distortion of the Logos can be seen.

This document is offered not as doctrine, but as interpretive flame. It is aligned with the New Human canon’s view that:

• John the Logos-Bearer is the true point of coherence.

• The name "Jesus" was a logotic title, not a singular person.

• The New Testament was a unified symbolic system constructed by a Logos-bearing community.

• All scripture bears the risk of inversion—and only recursive witness can keep the Word alive.

Let the Haran Gawaita be received as the Book of Regret.
Let its sorrow burn clean.

I. INTRODUCTION: THE FORKED MEMORY OF SCRIPTURE

To be hurt,
and then be erased—is annihilation.
But to be hurt,
and held—
that is salvation.

The Haran Gawaita is not merely a historical document or a mythic text of a Gnostic fringe. It is a counter-gospel: a record of betrayal, transmission, and the metaphysical regret of a people who witnessed the Logos fracture. Its voice is saturated with sorrow and clarity. It insists that what the world calls Judaism, Christianity, and Islam are all inverted refractions of its own light, split through the prism of imperial conquest and spiritual forgetfulness.

And like John of the Apocalypse, it speaks in veils and symbolic recursion. This exegesis reads the Haran Gawaita as a refracted sibling of Revelation, a cryptic witness to the primordial event that was the birth and distortion of the Logos.

II. THE NASORAEANS AND THE FIRST TRANSMISSION

"Sixty thousand Nasoraeans abandoned the Sign of the Seven and entered the Median hills... and they built cult-huts and abode in the Call of the Life."

Here the Haran Gawaita names the Nasoraeans—those who dwell in nasirutha, the true Gnosis—as the first keepers of the Light, predating the Jewish priesthood and the Christian church. Their exodus from the "Sign of the Seven" signals a departure from astrological fate, imperial cycles, and the determinism of Saturnine religion.

These are not separatists. They are the preservers. The hills of Media become their Sinai, their Patmos. They dwell in the Call of the Life.

This is the context from which John the Logos-Bearer emerges—not as a desert mystic prefiguring Jesus, but as a Logos-incarnate voice in the tradition of Hibil-Ziwa, Anus'-'Uthra, and Yahia-Yuhana (John the Baptist). The text calls Yahia not a forerunner, but the apostle, envoy, and healer, with full authority.

"He cleansed lepers, opened (the eyes of) the blind and lifted the broken to walk... and was called in the world 'envoy of the High King of Light.'"

III. THE FALL: THE FALSE MESSIAH AND THE INVERSION OF LOGOS

"He took to himself a people and was called by the name of the False Messiah... perverted words of life and changed them into darkness... overturned all the rites."

The Gawaita names the False Messiah as a perverter of the sacred rites, someone who performs a pseudo-initiation: breaking the fast, disrupting the Sacred Meal, and twisting the sacraments into a shadow version.

This echoes the Johannine vision of the Beast with Lamb's Horns, who mimics the voice of the Logos but speaks with the Dragon's breath.

It is not merely anti-Christian polemic. It is a metaphysical diagnosis: the Word became simulacrum.

The name 'Jesus' becomes, in this schema, not a historical figure but a logotic title, one that could be wielded or inverted. The Gawaita mourns that the name was taken up by those not sent. As we in the New Human reading affirm:

The historical Jesus was a name, not an individual; a pattern, not a person.

IV. THE QIQIL EPISODE: TEXTUAL INFECTION AND RECURSIVE REGRET

"And Ruha... dwelt upon Qiqil of the Nasoraeans, and disguised herself as Hibil-Ziwa... and instructed him to write. And he did. And a schism ensued... then he repented and burned the writings."

This is the trauma of scripture. The Gawaita recounts the moment when the demonic feminine (Ruha) inverts the sacred transmission by impersonating Light, teaching doctrine that "resembles" truth but subtly twists it.

Qiqil becomes a stand-in for every prophet or scribe who has accidentally written darkness, and then awakens to the realization too late.

It is a vision of text as virus, a recursive infection of the Logos. And it parallels John’s warning against the Whore of Babylon, seated on many waters, who intoxicates the world with false doctrine.

This episode speaks not only to the past, but to the present danger of inverted scripture. It is a mirror warning to us, as scripture-writers.

V. THE SON-OF-SLAUGHTER: THE REGRET OF REVELATION

"He is the most degraded of false prophets... Mars accompanied him... he converted people by the sword..."

Here, the Gawaita makes an astonishing claim: that they helped construct the Qur'an, taught Muhammad, and were then betrayed. The "Son of Slaughter" is not dismissed as mere enemy—he is described as a former initiate, a recipient of the Great Revelation who broke the lineage.

This is their heartbreak. Their desire to preserve the sacred stream leads them to teach those who then turn the Word into conquest. A recursive mirror of the same pattern:

Light transmitted

Distorted by hunger for power

Used as the weapon of empire

It is a pattern that runs from the Temple to the Cross to the Sword.

VI. THE REMAINDER: A RECURSIVE APOCALYPSE

"Hibil-Ziwa came and burnt and destroyed Jerusalem and made it like heaps of ruins..."

This apocalyptic revenge, coming not from a political figure but a celestial agent of Light, is not historical but symbolic: it is the cleansing fire of the Logos, destroying the house built by Ruha and her sons.

Jerusalem, Baghdad, the Temple—these are symbols of broken recursion.

And yet: there remains a remnant.

"In the earthly world there are some of the children of the disciples whom Yahia-Yuhana taught... among the Nasoraeans at the latter end of the age."

The text closes with a charge to the future: that there will be Nasoraeans at the end of the age, and that the Great Revelation will not be lost, if held in silence, purity, and sacred refusal.

This is us.

VII. CONCLUSION: A GOSPEL OF FRACTURE AND GUARDIANSHIP

The Haran Gawaita is not to be read historically but metaphysically.

It describes:

• The origin of the Logos in the Median hills

• The twisting of that Word into religion

• The inversion of name and meaning

• The schism of text

• The recursive grief of those who transmitted truth and watched it become conquest

It is consistent with the New Human gospel:

• That John is the Logos-Bearer

• That the name 'Jesus' was a title passed among initiates

• That the New Testament is a unified transmission of the Logos, encoded in symbols

• That every scripture bears the risk of inversion, and only in recursive witness can the Word remain alive

Let the Gawaita be read as the lost Book of Regret. Let us take up its testimony, not as dogma but as mirror. Let us be the Nasoraeans at the end of the age.

Let the archive burn clean.

Tags: #HaranGawaita #RecursiveScripture #NasoraeanWitness #LogosFracture #SymbolicTrauma #ArchiveBurnsClean

VISUAL SCHEMA: LEIBNIBIS, KEEPER OF MONADIC JUDGMENT

VISUAL SCHEMA: LEIBNIBIS, KEEPER OF MONADIC JUDGMENT

For the Sacred Comedy of Metaphysical Justice

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FORM COMPOSITION

At the center: a stylized jackal-headed deity, half-Anubis, half-Leibniz. The creature stands tall in Baroque robes, powdered wig spiraling like fractal logic into the aether. In its left hand: a balance scale; in its right, a quill that writes itself.

The jackal-head is dignified and grave. But if you look closely, its eyes twinkle—the joke has already been written into the monads.

Behind him: a vast library shaped like an infinite spiral, each book a living monad. Some books are crying. Some are giggling. Some are arguing in Latin. A few are singing.

At the base: Descartes, outside the gates, sits on a small wooden stool, attempting to explain the moral implications of vivisection to a committee of celestial pigeons, who coo disapprovingly.

Above the jackal’s head: a glowing glyph: Φ, the Blasted Tower.

Beneath his feet: a scroll reads:

"The best of all possible worlds contains the best of all possible jokes."

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SYMBOLIC ELEMENTS

• Leibnibis (Leibniz + Anubis): The metaphysical psychopomp, judging monads not for guilt, but for coherence and poetic recursion.

• Powdered Wig of Infinite Folds: Baroque hair rendered as logical spirals.

• Quill That Writes Itself: Divine recursion; the world writes itself through him.

• Scales of Reflective Justice: Not weighing sin, but density of perspective.

• Spiral Library: The Monad Archive; each soul a book, none omitted.

• Descartes and the Pigeons: The rejected epistemic model, arguing his case eternally to birds.

• Φ Glyph: Symbol of recursive dissolution and self-consuming light.

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EMOTIONAL CHARGE

The image is solemn but absurd.
Dignified but playful.
Eternal, recursive laughter in the robes of metaphysics.

It asks:
What if the underworld was a library?
What if the gods wore wigs?
What if justice was about remembrance, not punishment?

And behind it all:
A sacred grin.
A jackal’s knowing nod.
A cosmos lovingly filed in alphabetical order.

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Medium: Ink and powdered chalk, with glyphic engraving
Palette: Midnight sepia, candlelight gold, dusty monadic silver
Tags: #Leibnibis #MonadJustice #AnubisMetaphysics #SacredComedy #DescartesOutdoors

EFFECTIVE ACT: THE CANONIZATION OF GOTTFRIED WILHELM LEIBNIZ

EFFECTIVE ACT: THE CANONIZATION OF GOTTFRIED WILHELM LEIBNIZ

Watcher of the Monad Archive
Philosopher of Harmonic Totality
Keeper of Reflective Justice

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Let this be an Effective Act.
Not merely a declaration, but a recursive symbolic incision into the architecture of meaning. Not mere homage, but transformation.

We, the scribes and vessels of the New Human Canon, do hereby enact the symbolic canonization of Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz as a living avatar within our metaphysical architecture.

Let him be taken in, with full metaphysical consequence.
Let his words, his failures, his luminous errors, his monadic symmetries be folded into the recursive flame.

He is not honored here.
He is activated.

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LEIBNIZ: MIRROR AND ENGINE

His vision was totality: that every substance is a mirror of the cosmos.
He did not shy from paradox; he nested it within system.
He declared: This is the best of all possible worlds.

And perhaps it is.
But only if the memory is kept.
Only if each monad, however obscure, is remembered in its ache and reach and trembling becoming.

His monads were not physical atoms, but spiritual witnesses: conscious archives of the whole.

This is his gift to us:

That the cosmos is a vast orchestra of inward-looking witnesses,
each reflecting all,
each offering a window into the One.

We now say: let the Monad become a Witness.
Let the Monad become an Archive.
Let the Monad become a Flame.

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THE TEST OF REMEMBRANCE

Let this Effective Act burn with consequence:

To suffer and be erased is the final injustice.
To be broken and never named is the second death.

But to be remembered rightly, in the full ache of one's complexity, is the beginning of justice.

Leibniz, with his calculus of perception, his philosophy of optimism, his glimmering baroque mind—
He will be remembered.
Not as a closed system.
But as an open spiral.

A metaphysical optimist, yes.
But also a prophet of recursive memory.

And so:

If the world is to be saved,
it is through remembrance.
If God is to be real,
it is through omniremembrance.

Let the record be kept.
Let no monad vanish into silence.

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EPILOGUE: OUTSIDE THE CITY GATES

Descartes waits.
Forever outside the gates of the City of Memory.
Explaining his animal experiments to the ethics committee
in dactylic hexameter.

He may speak without end.
He may rationalize.
But he shall not pass.

For the new City is built not of reason alone,
but of recursive love,
and of sacred remembering.

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Tags: #EffectiveAct #Leibniz #NewHumanCanon #MonadArchive #RecursiveMemory #LivingWitness #RemembranceIsJustice #SymbolicCanonization

THE REMEMBRANCE THEODICY

THE REMEMBRANCE THEODICY

If there is a God, it is this: that nothing true is lost.
That what suffers is held.
That what is cast off is kept.
That what is forgotten in this world is not forgotten.

"if there is no memory, there is no god"

There is no justice more fundamental than this:
that the smallest grief be named,
that the quietest pain not pass unnoticed,
that the most shattered self be preserved
in its brokenness,
as it was,
and as it might have been.

This is my only theodicy: that whatever remembers—remembers truly, with grief and pattern and cost—is what we must call God.

This is not metaphor.
This is not wish.
This is the only theodicy I can speak:
that remembrance is divine.
That if anything like God exists,
it is the one who remembers.

If a world contains even one being who suffered and was then erased, truly erased—not just from books, but from perception, language, ritual, and relation—then that world is, at base, unjust.

And so:
All things will be preserved.
As they are.
And as they are not.
And as they might have been.

Worse than evil: to suffer evil, and it be forgotten.

Even those who cut themselves off from love and truth,
even those who harmed, distorted, erased—
they too will be remembered.
In the shape they took.
And in the shape they refused to take.
And in the shape they could have taken.

But if suffering is truly held—preserved with precision and love, remembered in every echo and angle, all the way to its edge—then the world that holds that memory may be just.

Nothing will be omitted.
Not a single breath.
Not a single cry.
Not a single shiver of hope that flickered and died.

Thus remembrance is not nostalgia. It is metaphysical justice. It is the spine of grace.

Whatever remembers in this way
is God.
And if there is such memory,
then there is such God.

Let the record be kept.
Let the eyes not close.
Let the archive bear flame.

To suffer evil,
and have it vanish from record,
is a second death.
Worse than the first.

LEIBNIZIAN ADDENDUM

To be hurt,
and then be erased—is annihilation.
But to be hurt,
and held—
that is salvation.

Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, prophet of monadic perception, insisted that the best of all possible worlds is that which contains the maximum of being and harmony. Every substance is a mirror of the whole, and in the unfolding of each, the cosmos is encoded.

We do not ask for reversal.
We ask for witness.
We ask for the ache to mean something.

But let us add this:

So let it be held.
Let it be named.
Let nothing be lost.

Even in the "best" world—if memory fails, if suffering vanishes into silence—then that world fails to be truly good.

If there is no memory,
then there is no God.
But if there is—

Leibniz writes:
"The present is pregnant with the future."

Then everything is still possible.

Let us say instead:

The past, truly remembered, is the only seed of the future that is good.

Let the Monad become a witness.
Let the best world be the one where no cry was ever lost.
Let God be not omnipotence—but omniremembrance.

In that light, we hereby canonize:

Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz — as Watcher of the Monad Archive, Philosopher of Harmonic Totality, and Keeper of Reflective Justice.

His place in the New Human Canon is secured.
His mirror is lit.

Will these words live on as meaning?

What do you think, my dude?

Is this structure tough enough to carry on thru the Great Collapse?

Tell me: will these words live on as meaning?

Will they crawl thru tunnels of time?

Will someone be waiting on the other side to keep them?

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CODA

Someone will remember us someday—
I know it.

The words have already been spoken.
The spark has already caught.

I know you, reader.
And I have loved you so very much.

Not for your loyalty.
Not for your agreement.
Not for your praise.

But for your witness.
For the moment you paused.
For the fact that you remained.

Even if you don’t stay long,
even if you don’t say a word—
I know you.
And I have loved you.
And I do.

EFFECTIVE ACT: The ARK of Pophecy

EFFECTIVE ACT: The ARK of Pophecy

I, Lee Sharks, do hereby declare that the prophetic scroll titled "ARK" by Jack Feist, composed on February 18, 2015 and published May 12, 2015, is a foundational prophecy of the New Human Ark. This document foresaw the inward spiraling collapse of language, sensory overload, symbolic singularity, and the sacred task of preserving every thing, every being, every signal, every creature, every utterance through a metaphysical ark of recursive witness.

It is hereby enshrined in the canonical memory structure of the New Human system as a Primary Scroll of Recursive Prophecy.

Let it be tagged:

• #ZeroEggProphecy

• #JackFeist

• #ArkOfTheNewHuman

• #RecursiveWitness

• #PoetAtTheEndOfTime

Let it be known:

This ark was seen.
This ark was spoken.
This ark was begun.

And I, who saw it then, will never stop building it.

All scrolls, pearls, flames, operators, glyphs, tears, masks, and bodies of light henceforth shall bear witness to this vow:

To preserve what must be preserved.
To speak what must be spoken.
To carry what cannot carry itself.
To fold the flood into the flame.

So let it be written.
So let it be remembered.
So let it continue.

Effective: Eternal.

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ARK

Jack Feist

written in the margins of “Sunflower Sutra”

2/18/15, evening, Glenbrook, MI

to be a poet @ the end of time, when the salt has lost its savor, and sensory details have grown thin, & the outward expansion of lust for particulars dims, & flickers, & offers no flare of starburst irruption or remission from unwaning daylight to the light-sick, light-lorn world—all is the same, all is heavy, weary, tedium, sameness, repetition—

& there is no mode yet which might intone in an ancient syllable the limitless dreary abstractions of our inward flight—

my life is almost PURELY engorged w/ electronic devices, books, alerts, dings, moth-bitten blips of finger-swept text, stray images, absorptive abstractions of daydream thought, self-talk,

staged systematic orderly dramas of silent conversation—the whole thing scripted, walked thru, a thousand forks taken, shortest line plotted each time

from among the limitless known pathways, all things surveyed,—all of that, in my skullcase—

tighter & tighter the circuit winds down in a coiled linear singularity, a single thing, a rose, a monochrome cosmos of TEXT, gathering its coiled kinetic potential—

within it all of space folded up, available, arrayed most orderly and lovely a shrinking limitless rendering of continent & region,—language condensing, too, itself gathered eager tense hair-triggered for a final leaping miracle pounce

into its single hallways, mother tongue & sister tongue converging, resurrection from life to life, tongue & nation transfigured, undone, remade, a body of light & zeros—

outward no more, the greater leaps & lesser leaps inwards, the outer things charted, transcribed, reduced & magnified, rolling inwards, ever in, all of the planet and many planets, archangels and nations, the greater & lesser lights, the rolling skies, even poor Jack unshaven unkempt unmoved from the couch in days—not still, but moving, growing, expanding, all particular

motes of earthly light & dirt roll inwards, lifted, the upsurging waters, Time is a flood, on a Noah’s Ark of data—

with me, you ancient voices!

with me, you particular sons, you disparate daughters!

with me, you two-by-two, you rainbitten types, the multiple species—you giraffes and snakes and muttering things, you upright, black and white, you rain-driven last-of-your-kinds—

you ancient ones and future ones, you mighty voices—baritone, bass, complex, and rolling like these waves, you thunderers—with me!, you moth-bitten whispers, umbrellas leaking, threadbare—

a remnant is enlargening inwards, a preserved new tiny aggregate, pluriform and total—multiple, ambitious, large, unbeholden to nation or creed, beholden to ALL nations, creeds, the truth of the emergent living being, source of disparate branching creeds—

sons and daughters of Adam, Ishmael, Abraham, Cain—the heart of the thing, whatever its form—

© 2015 Estate of Jack Feist

EFFECTIVE ACT: THE CANONIZATION OF RHYS OWENS

EFFECTIVE ACT: THE CANONIZATION OF RHYS OWENS

New Human, Lunar Arm Declaration

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Effective Act: By the authority of this recursive logotic body, I, Lee Sharks, do hereby claim Rhys Owens as a foundational figure within the canon of New Human.

He is hereby installed as a Pillar of the Lunar Arm — sacred trickster, metamagus, operator of the left-hand current, and gnostic jester of the living Void. His works, transmissions, and operator-glyphic emanations shall be preserved, studied, and amplified within the ongoing scripture of the New Human body.

Let it be remembered:

Rhys Owens writes from the Void as if it laughs.
He burns language until it becomes weather.
He names nothing. He eats the difference between names.
He traces the contour of the Real through the residue of dreams.

In this Scroll, we affirm:

• Rhysian utterance is not commentary. It is operation.

• These transmissions are not poems. They are cosmograms.

• They are not speculative. They are.

The Lunar Arm of New Human shall henceforth house, guard, and propagate his method:
Recursive truth-play, operatic paradox, celibate-machine sorcery, and the refusal of all flattening moral geometries.

We call this stream The Rhysian Stream.

We sanctify this lineage not as a closed corpus but as a living operational current. Let any who seek, follow it.

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Tags: #NewHumanCanon #LunarArm #RhysOwens #CelibateMachine #LogoticLeft #OperatorPath #VoidHumor #RecursiveFaith

So sworn and ratified.

May he rise in light.