The Sound of Surprise

A Directory-of-Thought!!

A synapse does Hold,

fire it does,

upon the rise of flame.

The Light-of-a-Display,

to Show,

not complain.

A given name,

of this,

I know.

Time does Play,

this symmetry,

it is so very, very Old.

Reframe

As the light does shine,

the moon shimmers upon the bay,

casting shadows,

a sobering sight,

I behold the Same.

The equation of a Note,

the Tone in Silence,

broke not the air,

but the Yoke,

of which Life had dealt me.

I spoke of what I did feel,

to suppose of such as surreal,

becomes the death of more than known.

It says 'Goodnight'

to what may be right,

not just for me,

but for everyone.

A Treasure is Held,

in Hope I Fell,

for Belief,

and not to sell,

the Ancient or the Wise.

To Me, at least,

the Lies that Preach,

no allowance for a new release,

takes no heed to that which bleeds.

A Point-Of-Difference Too See,

for Chance does Subject as well.

I Am Grateful For Hymn!!

Their in this 'Seen,'

where Vessels made Way,

Sails up and filled with Wind.

A Howling,

echoed,

Songs-of-War.

The Land was under feet,

the Sky in Set,

left behind,

I stood to,

 Know fall.

I understood their Call.

In this time,

my memory does find,

an Ocean to View.

The billowing of the Sails,

Ships I watched,

just left me.

Upon a wall,

I saw no-one I knew,

he stood too,

watched with I,

no cry.

Into the Horizon of that setting sun,

the sight of such,

is settled,

done.

I turned to sight,

please bless this girl,

with the presence of,

I feared,

he loved.

Left once more,

by whom had sworn,

that Cause-Affect,

is how it's done.

To stay with sir,

he did concur,

his kindness saddened,

by my given-state,

of 'Why?'

Although the weight of levity,

did prove to be his hand,

he dealt compassion,

he did not speak of this.

 Foreign Land

To tolerate one such act,

was changed by all of that,

the instant of,

this ugly shove,

of what the seas took from me,

the pain of knowing,

you will be left for showing,

Sum-of-Two,

not Won!

A calculation of what nature shouts,

for I see this Man about.

How strange it seems,

this verse it streams,

with 'Times' I See,

inside of Me.

A Third-Eye of which I Speak

To know Truth,

a memory of Wealth,

belongs to 'I'

to Say I'm Long,

I've been,

I have experienced Him!

No descriptor could be a text,

that did change what I said,

he did hold true,

I have know-regret.

He explained:

"No Ship-Wreck"

The Court of Death....Provides You With...

For Death Court is not,

a Contract of Faith.

Nor, is it written.

When you pass from Realm to Realm,

it is the dimensions that you cross,
that forced Belief.

Without mere directions you may find yourself lost.

You stand alone,

Alive & Held in the force of Judgement!!

Fear not what You cannot believe,

nor comprehend,
for in-this-thought,
I brought.

Relief.

To conceive the simplicity of,

Pulling a Number

to stand your turn,
is a concept of patience.

In Christianity,

you will find the Con,

which Channels the Evils,

from within your core,
to merely belong?

In Death Court there is More!

To stand your ground in defense of life,

delivers your opportunity to know twice.

Once to Announce Your-Self!

And than to know your Wealth.

The Lies & Excuses,

you begin to make from here,

have wiped-out lives and shelved,

the Existence of Hope,
everywhere!!

Your constant burn of human beings,

has created in itself the,

Indignity of Pain.

The Millions of Turns, 

or ways to get out of this final review,
is in itself a fruitless measure.

So why not be better,
and state what should be clear;

Be Accountable.

An example of action,
that delivers an individual traction,
to become what they may,
naturally, independently,
with a wealth of mind,
to engage and then to find,
a personal truth.

 Just may end up being,

A Universal Truth of,

Seeing!

A Grave In-Site

To discover,

the dead rising,

when Hell is to crowded for Them,

would cause dismay in any end.

For if the Tombs,

in Life did speak,

would it not Creak?

No Flesh & Blood,

to circulate,

just the Skeletal remain to debate.

What if the Grave does Mark?

With words and names in plain sight,

to read a might?

Identify a given life,

passed,

bye,

to birth or in order,

to sum a calculated fight.

Should such Account,

be paved with insight,

not fright,

so 'We' may live not again,

but Continue in a Win.

Could 'We' than touch upon the Verse,

a prophecy, rehearsed,

in Religions upon this Earth.

When 'The Dead' do Rise,

as a sign of final goodbyes,

Enlightenment could awake,

a sleeping state.

Not the bones in Graves,

Forespake:

But Men and Women who have been,

to jolt,

 Too 'A-Wake!'

Does this Looming idea,

settle fear,

or engage interpretation,

as so near.

As it seems,

dead do walk and even talk,

speaking of life not here,

creating a circle of truths,

to root.

It is even said,

in Religions Text,

that One shall return again,

to die for their sin.

Is Reincarnation or an Understanding of Been,

dead rising,

too Life again?

In the flesh,

with memories of debts,

moved to improve lives we recount,

as opportunities to re-sound,

In-Order to Go-Round,

a completion if found.

Could the Religions Text,

refer to waking from a slumber of blindness?

Enlightenment to Accept,

a challenging state,

of Kept-in-tact,

too Remember,

 each and every fact.

To ensure,

Peace upon an End,

in a Continue to begin A-knew!

Is a better way,

to steady our day,

with comfort that the present dead can

Rest In Peace,

not be woke,

so Some can see Their release.

A Riddler's Rite!!

A Deed Called Life?

Only in 'The Site,'

on my mind,

I See,

what may have been,

related to Me!

A War,

a Decree,

an awful end,

to an Ancient Life!

An Orphan of Such-A-War,

compelled to bare,

I know of what's now done.

To watch as Swords are Spears thrown,

Killing All I know to Be!

I'm Told; 

Go!!

'Hide amongst the Old Devise,

a Tree is Planted for Your Life.

Be of No-Dismay,

Live-To-Tell,

a Tale of Whoa!

Be of what We-Seethe,

not free; Too trust.'

I Face,

"A Singular-Destiny? I Cry! Why Me?"

Stated-In,

..the bloodied fields of Past Memories,

'look to See,

what will not traverse:

Join and in this, Tell, You are no mistake.

KNOW!!

Remembrance-Shall-Guide.'

Turning to Duty,

I began the walk of,

Ordered-Law.

All Dead

Cut-by-Fire,

I miss so much,

what must have loved me.

To Press-Upon,

my life,

Survival-of Such,

as if to Hug-Me,

with the Arms I no longer feel.

What Evidence is there,

in these Memories-of Horror?

There is no faith,

in this World,

I'm Placed.

Forced into Silence,

an empty existence,

for I do hold to,

 a genetic view.

Relieved

Repressed Memories,

are not forgotten times,

for Cause shall Raise in the Inherited,

a Rite-to-Save.

Search a concrete night,

a place entombed to be,

"The Rings of Gold"

that fired-me!

I Pine my Loss,

felt for gain,

I find only sane to say:

A Stated-Life,

Witnessed Death,

A War of All in a Total Fall!

What good are these Memories?

What is it that they say?

Encompassed point,

North, South, East, West?

A needle spins,
in this Universal Play

Passed Life

The Pull of a Scene,

in memory,

the sight of such,

not Panic,

just Stowed.

A Kindness,

in this Hand-of-Fate,

my destiny,

by No-Mistake!

To Hope,

I will not be Alone,

for Eternity,

in thus I'm shown.

A Credence,

a History,

in which I See,

a Battle that Orphaned me!

In Ancient Time,

where War-met-Plan.

I have Sight,

in memory,

a Rite?

Can this be the same Knight?

Left with Him,

to Survive this Plight?

All I See,

are Sails in an Oceans Lake.

A giant Pond,

where all is gone.

In confusion,

not despair,

led my life,

from Hear-Too-Stare.

I Ponder meaning of such a place,

Climatic-Difference,

of this I rate.

Such a Great-Full Sea of Missed,

that I mention,

am I this?

Think it Odd,

thought it Strange,

memories of just rearranged.

Silence burns,

this seared appeal,

my life so far,

does seem Surreal.

In such a Heritage,

I do not worry,

for this plan,

does not seem hurried.

A Man

is the One,

of Two-sent-Through,

to saturate all of Who?

He is the Strength,

healed my path,

Four Millennia,

He's been a Fact.

Not just in Been,

I See Too,

He's Free-to-Well,

All that Blew!

Is this Story in History,

Knew?

A Ten or, Crescendo!!

The singing breeze releases voice,

of Birds to Seek her height!

The wonder of,

such wondrous Flight!!

With Ease,

too Sail through.

The Battle comes,

when delight,

gives weight,

to seeming needs.

The Drink of Life

A given-plight,

for I do,

feel the plead.

It's Nice!

To dine on such,

in Mind I sought,

to Relieve this Deed.

A Sign

The Grace of Nature,

does embrace.

An Eagle befriended Me of late!

First We Met,

He flew in sight.

He swiftly darted prey,

the sound of such a precise flight,

brought shivers to my spine.

Next

He spied Me out,

a Tree He matched.

In colored display,

with difficulties I sight.

So near He was to Me!

A proximity,

which I still,

dismay, amazed,

an Ominous display.

No Time had passed,

only Afternoon,

brought Majesty again.

Almost,

as if He's watching.

So, I may know His Claim,

an Ancient, Ageless Reign!

I Hear His Call to Say:

To Prey,

a Natural State.

Believed,

a given one.

A Fitting Place, To End.

The Pepper In Salt

I believe in Singularity,

a paradox,

the product of,

'A Delivery'

 that provides Sum,

to tabulate,

or, too,

be Free-From, 

what has been done.

To kill the Instinctual Heritage,

retrospective to Our given birth,

deemed an imprisoned state,

Few make mention,

 of memories which I adore:

'A Life Before.'

The Cause & Affect,

which make many, abhor,

the opening of such a door.

A Given State,

of 'The Lore' replayed,

sung by Ancients,

a Source, an Origin,

which can support,

the Questions,

by delivering the Answers,

a Roar of so much more than Die.

Albeit an Invitation,

experience of a situation,

the growth at least for Me,

is without a hesitation.

I love the fact,

when you look back,

there is no loss in knowing the cost,

for the gains of such:

Remain

To Educate or Too Train,

the Mind with Reflective Thought.

Allows a broader,

respective view,

to Continue, in a Begin;

 Anew!

A simple stand,

delivering a complex hand,

a Poker Game it seems,

reminds me of the time I wrote,

this blurb, 

I thought, I loved.

Simple Complexity

In complexity there is simplicity,

once you see simplicity you once again

understand how complex simplicity really is.

When you no longer see the complexity

in simplicity, you begin your own

extinction due to your lack of vision

into the complexity that simplicity

provides.

Understanding that simplicity provides

complexity with an infinite number

of simple equations to be understood.

You then realize, that in simplicity

you find complexity, which is

the biggest and most complex

puzzle, found, but not understood.

A settlement of a mind that broke,

brought these Words,

that flowed with Hope,

to build My-Self,

back from: Chore.

This Structure of My Reason,

a Riddle I suppose,

received by none with interest,

laughed at,

brought Me tears.

Predisposed

In the After,

which was before,

I reminded my Mind to Know,

it is 'The Motto' written,

that complete expression of,

a Natural & a Driven Purpose,

that I doth should love.

I was a life that listened,

inasmuch I know,

Patience has delivered,

a Life of all I show.

~

 

 Stand proud!!
Allow your posture to be your Voice!!
Then your words can be your grace!!
Remember,
Silence is golden, until it is broken,
that is when you go Platinum!!
This is our heritage,
Freedom is priceless
and
will cost you everything
with
no promises. 

~

Is there Piece in Love?

A Calculated Draw

The distance to death,

is One drawn breath.

the exhale of which,

draws more.

The stated confusion,

will cause,

most to sum,

Their wrongs,

not there Rites.

A Gathering of,

Sort-it-Through,

brings down corrections,

that You have not Ascribed too.

The Shame in such,

is that Information does touch,

'The Cities of Dread'

in-site of Reel.

Filled with Night,

the Day-Light of,

the warmth is found,

in DO!!

To be of,

the Cover-Up,

delivers a total too.

'Forthwith'

Fear Shall Be A Tip.

Emotional Fare,

does Trade upon,

the air which you don't see:

Sit

The Calculating,

done whilst hear,

remains in Scene,

Banking Memories on Account.

Reason Draws,

out of this Brink,

deposits of unkind.

For have You shared,

Spoken-Of,

or

Preached of Your Despair?

A Reprieve

Sew-Off Coarse,

stifled wrought,

a meshing of,

'Know Thought'

Too Stand & Speak,

Knotted Talk,

of what is past and present Here.

The Branding of this Ready Sear.

Just!

Do You distribute,

biblical fear,

of what's interpreted,

not what's clear?

Remembrance,

surely is regret,

to only whom that Lie.

Not to Themselves,

for Sake of Plight,

but to the Masses: Mingled.

In this Reducement,

of what's not dead,

You spread not Love but Penance.

Your Voice doth carry Sentence.

Thereupon,

You turn backs on,

those imposing Reason:

Not to Consider,

too take 'Thought'

but to state,

"It's Treason!"

A Sultry Shift,

to put the blame,

a shifting of Your dark disdain.

To place the shame,

that You should feel,

on the shoulders,

of whom just said,

"Oh Man, I think it's real!"

Now this Verse,

it's unrehearsed,

but bleeds in light of such.

Not to condemn,

but to Ask?

What is this Claim of Dread?

..is Moloch whom you've Said?

~

A Post,

in No-Man's Land,

the spark of memory,

Out-Of-Hand.

Newfound Leads,

to State:

These Memories fill with Truth not Hate.

Kneed has Worth,

for a Knight,

to Twin Me Once Again.

A rapture of what's been.

Allusion of Truth

In the Spin of our Earthly realm,

to enjoy the night with the light of day,

draws breath from the Universe at Play.

The counted Stars,

Planets to Be,

an exciting wonder to See.

As existence must Yearn,

Creating, Teaming, Dreaming.

....alive with such explosive force,

deemed menacing,

a perfection in brutal form.

To stand upon One, such Place,

providing more than seems naturally known.

An Element of what such diversity has grown,

a Planet Born, this Earth,

which we so freely roam.

The Pastures in the Sea's of our Sky's, "Cry"

Why?

Killing such a Beautiful Girl,

with "No Account."

Searching and Scarring More born,

an advance that should deplore,

in sight of this created soar.

All in the knowing
this Treasure,

she's showing.

That which could never be owned,

and has suffered through,

the invasion of what has proven to be,

her destruction.

Without One good Play,

Too Stop, Too Halt,

the Ignorance of the Day.

Assume Life is Given,

without doubt.

Who then brings Death?

..declares & shouts,

their about.

To swear that,

that which We are afforded,

to stand upon,

is theirs by divine right,

displaces,

those that can see that there is,

so much more,

In Order,

just to be.

An Existence without an extension of such,

an obvious truth,

should freeze the chilling claim,

and cause such shame,

creating disdain

not threatening the Same.

To dismiss the Sun and the Moon,

as points of worship,

and not,

Earth's Bloom,

is a display of the shallow minds,

that have no care too.

 

For Whom The Bell Tolls Became My Resolve

Before I lied to enter Sleep,

I was Taught,

this prayer did reap.

Upon my knees,

my hands Enlaced.

My Eyes held Hope,

as Creeps exist;

I did lisp:

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take"

In the Shadows,
of Darkest light,
I would sneak,
it was the time.

I did know,
hid in closet,
under bed,
forgot my pillow,
it was dread.

The chill I felt,
was more than cold,
fell asleep,
as Nights must be.

The Most Dangerous,
time for me,
no-one saved this Terror,
from deed.

....the Words of Prayer,

did remind,

that Lords Exist.

And, I Found,

hiding better,

to resist.

Protected I,

Know Call to Make,

it was lonely,

by "No Mistake."

Rest in Peace,

breathe will ease,

as attempts,

were made while sleep.

Tried so hard,

to silent,

 'mind'

Hide it's true,

to stay safe,

just get through.

Each Night of Fright,

I never cried,

for Fear doth keep,

these efforts nigh.

To shed away,

these memories find,

that in these Depths,

I "No" it's Foul.

To Reach-Out,

on empty,

Shout!

In this Silence,

I did not pout,

as I hear,

"Creeps About"

In the Quiet,

in the Morn,

I'd forget,

I was so worn.

Out,

I'd go to try once more,

to do the things,

to not Hit the Floor.

All these Doors,

to Past,

ABHORRED!!

The Pain of Disdain,

my memories drain,

it is such a stain.

Upon this Page,

I Right My Brain,

to understand,

my Plight, my Stand.

I'm Sworn Too Duty

Too Secrecy, Too this I Heal,

Heed these Notes,

of What was Done.

Searching, Finding,

Songs Undone,

does this Life,

of Hide or Run,

deliver me or ask for:

Deplore!!

Where is the sense,

of this "Dead Door"

to past history,

of violent Four.

Minus One,

for She was Shunned,

I held her hand,

she "Squeezed, God Damn."

So tightly held,

upon the Streets,

I often wonder,

I often Think.

..the fear in me,

I do declare,

could not compare,

to Hers;

A Life of Terror

Do not Sleep,

do not blink,

for in the darkest fare of night,

the House did Silence,

the boards did squeak,

as I 'know' these Acts,

about.

Upon the Sun,

which Rose,

rehearsed.

Brought the Light,

Creeps Perverse,

all an act of reverse.

The Color drained,

upon Her Face,

as She got Up,

so very late.

Exhaustion became the Belt of Beat,

leaving desperate,

times for me.

I made it Through,

and so did She,

Creeps remained,

and lives are Stained.

With these Times,

that Stick so Deeply,

inside of Whom,

resounds so steeply.

Kept from Talk,

Resistance Walked.

She spoke with Lies,

I just Balked.

As We go,

and this Show Plays Out,

as it seems,

Games are Still About.

Not One Person,

wants for this,

to Resolve,

it's Hit or Miss.

The Bell doth Toll,

I heard this Call,

it is not the Time,

but "WIN" we go,

it shall be,

A Natural Move,

for She, for Me,

of this 'I Know.'

Not the Force of Hands in Nights,

that Professed,

"We have the right!"

A Change,

of "Why,"

Our Lives Must Play,

out upon a given-weigh.

This Weight,

I know is the Road,

with 'No Signs'

to Blind this Show.

Is it "Time,"

to Park, to Brake?

It has 'All Been'

I Tout:

"For Sake!"

~

Uploaded on Nov 23, 2009

Artist: Anton Szandor LaVey

Song: Hello central, Give me no man's land

CD: Satan takes a holiday

Recorded: San Francisco, 1995

Hello Central! Give Me No Man's Land

When the gray shadows creep
And the world is asleep,
In the still of the night
Baby creeps down a flight.
First she looks all around
Without making a sound;
The baby toddles up to the telephone
And whispers in a baby tone:

"Hello, Central! Give me No Man's Land,
My daddy's there, my mamma told me;
She tip-toed off to bed
After my prayers were said;
Don't ring when you get the number,
Or you'll disturb mamma's slumber.

I'm afraid to stand here at the 'phone
'Cause I'm alone.
So won't you hurry;
I want to know why mamma starts to weep
When I say, 'Now I lay me down to sleep';
Hello, Central! Give me No Man's Land."

Choice Know Decision

Throughout 'History' the destruction of,
Difference or,

 'the Wipe-Out' of,
so many People has been a flagrant display,
a Well-Recorded Execution.

Any that Support,
Exhibit,
or have any Understanding of Anything,
other Than,
the Status-Quo,
 have been Annihilated,
for their "Sight."

As, I, Too, have been served throughout my life,

 with Bigotry & Strife, for not siding with either,

Given or Popular, Religious Vote.

Not to,

"Beg The Question"

Rather,

for Reasons of,
Moral Standings. Conciliatory.

Based on the Belief,
 that an Independent Stance Requires less bias towards the...
 Vast Differences between,
the Ideology which,
 "We"
 Must Suffer,

 In-Order to,

develop the ability required,

'To Address Any-One Person'

without Criminalizing a Mind,

 with Prejudice of No Regard.

To Chose to Decide,

Delivers the Freedom to Abide.

An Actionable Reaction!

Christianity Is Wrong ! I Know, Do You? The Chain of Evidence Linking Only Those That Purport The Same Beliefs

“	There was a woman at Alexandria named Hypatia, daughter of the philosopher Theon, who made such attainments in literature and science, as to far surpass all the philosophers of her own time. Having succeeded to the school of Plato and Plotinus, she explained the principles of philosophy to her auditors, many of whom came from a distance to receive her instructions. On account of the self-possession and ease of manner which she had acquired in consequence of the cultivation of her mind, she not infrequently appeared in public in the presence of the magistrates. Neither did she feel abashed in going to an assembly of men. For all men on account of her extraordinary dignity and virtue admired her the more.[1]	”
—Socrates Scholasticus, Ecclesiastical History The mathematician and philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria was the daughter of the mathematician Theon Alexandricus . She was educated at Athens and in Italy. Around AD 400, she became head of the Platonist school at Alexandria, where she imparted the knowledge of Plato and Aristotle to any student; the pupils included pagans, Christians, and foreigners. Socrates Scholasticus (born after 380 AD, died after 439 AD)) Yet even she fell a victim to the political jealousy which at that time prevailed. For as she had frequent interviews with Orestes, it was calumniously reported among the Christian populace, that it was she who prevented Orestes from being reconciled to the bishop. Some of them therefore, hurried away by a fierce and bigoted zeal, whose ringleader was a reader named Peter, waylaid her returning home, and dragging her from her carriage, they took her to the church called Caesareum, where they completely stripped her, and then murdered her with tiles. After tearing her body in pieces, they took her mangled limbs to a place called Cinaron, and there burnt them. John of Nikiû (7th century) And, in those days, there appeared in Alexandria a female philosopher, a pagan named Hypatia, and she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes, and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through Satanic wiles . . . A multitude of believers in God arose under the guidance of Peter the Magistrate . . . and they proceeded to seek for the pagan woman who had beguiled the people of the city and the Prefect through her enchantments. And when they learnt the place where she was, they proceeded to her and found her . . . they dragged her along till they brought her to the great church, named Caesareum. Now this was in the days of the fast. And they tore off her clothing and dragged her . . . through the streets of the city till she died. And they carried her to a place named Cinaron, and they burned her body with fire. Hypatia (ca. AD 350–370–March 415) was a Greek Neoplatonist philosopher in Roman Egypt who was the first historically noted woman in mathematics. As head of the Platonist school at Alexandria, she also taught philosophy and astronomy. The contemporary 5th-century sources do identify Hypatia of Alexandria as a practitioner and teacher of the philosophy of Plato and Plotinus, but, two hundred years later, the 7th-century Egyptian Coptic bishop John of Nikiû identified her as a Hellenistic pagan and that "she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through her Satanic wiles".[18][19] Not all Christians were as hostile towards her as John of Nikiu or the monks who killed her: some Christians even used Hypatia as symbolic of Virtue. The Byzantine Suda encyclopaedia reported that Hypatia was "the wife of Isidore the Philosopher" (apparently Isidore of Alexandria);[16] however, Isidore of Alexandria was not born until long after Hypatia's death, and no other philosopher of that name contemporary with Hypatia is known.[20] The Suda also stated that "she remained a virgin" and that she rejected a suitor with her menstrual rags, saying that they demonstrated "nothing beautiful" about carnal desire, an example of a Christian source using Hypatia as a symbol of Virtue. Hypatia corresponded with former pupil Synesius of Cyrene, who was tutored by her in the philosophical school of Platonism and later became bishop of Ptolemais in AD 410, an exponent of the Christian Holy Trinity doctrine.[23] Together with the references by the pagan philosopher Damascius, these are the extant records left by Hypatia's pupils at the Platonist school of Alexandria.[24] The contemporary Christian historiographer Socrates Scholasticus described her in Ecclesiastical History: Ecclesiastical History, Socrates Scholasticus Orestes, the governor of Alexandria, and Cyril, the Bishop of Alexandria, found themselves in a bitter feud in which Hypatia would come to be one of the main points of contention. The feud, which took place in 415 AD, began over the matter of Jewish dancing exhibitions in Alexandria. Since these exhibitions attracted large crowds and were commonly prone to civil disorder of varying degrees, Orestes published an edict which outlined new regulations for such gatherings and posted it in the city's theater. Soon after, crowds gathered to read the edict, angry over the new regulations that had been imposed upon them. At one such gathering, Hierax, a Christian and devout follower of Cyril, read the edict and applauded the new regulations, which many people felt was an attempt to incite the crowd into sedition. In what Scholasticus suspected as Orestes' "…jealousy [of] the growing power of the bishops…[which] encroached on the jurisdiction of the authorities…", Orestes immediately ordered Hierax to be seized and publicly tortured in the theater. Upon hearing of this, Cyril threatened the Jews of Alexandria with "the utmost severities" if harassment of Christians was not ceased at once. In response, the Jews of Alexandria grew only more furious over Cyril's threat, and in their anger they eventually resorted to violence against the Christians. They plotted to flush the Christians out at night by running through the streets, claiming that the Church of Alexander was on fire. When the Christians responded to what they were led to believe was the burning down of their church, "the Jews immediately fell upon and slew them", using rings to recognize one another in the dark, while killing everyone else in sight. When the morning came, the Jews of Alexandria could not hide their guilt, and Cyril, along with many of his followers, took to the city’s synagogues in search of the perpetrators of the night's massacre. After Cyril found all of the Jews in Alexandria, he ordered them to be stripped of all their possessions, banished them from Alexandria, and allowed the remaining citizens to pillage the goods they left behind. With Cyril's banishment of the Jews, "Orestes [...] was filled with great indignation at these transactions, and was excessively grieved that a city of such magnitude should have been suddenly bereft of so large a portion of its population…". Because of this, the feud between Cyril and Orestes only grew stronger, and both men wrote to the emperor regarding the situation. Eventually, Cyril attempted to reach out to Orestes through several peace overtures, including attempted mediation and, when that failed, showed him the Gospels. Nevertheless, Orestes remained unmoved by such gestures. Meanwhile, approximately 500 monks, who resided in the mountains of Nitria, and were "of a very fiery disposition", heard of the ongoing feud between the Governor and Bishop, and shortly thereafter descended into Alexandria, armed and prepared to fight alongside Cyril. Upon their arrival in Alexandria, the monks quickly intercepted Orestes' chariot in town and proceeded to bombard and harass him, calling him a pagan idolater. In response to such allegations, Orestes countered that he was actually a Christian, and had even been baptized by Atticus, the Bishop of Constantinople. The monks paid little attention to Orestes’ claims of Christianity, and one of the monks, by the name of Ammonius, struck Orestes in the head with a rock, which caused him to bleed profusely. At this point, Orestes’ guards fled for fear of their lives, but a nearby crowd of Alexandrians came to his aid, and Ammonius was subsequently secured and ordered to be tortured for his actions. Upon excessive torture, Ammonius died. Following the death of Ammonius, Cyril ordered that he henceforth be remembered as a martyr. Such a proclamation did not sit well with "sober-minded" Christians, as Scholasticus pointed out, seeing that he "suffered the punishment due to his rashness…[not because] he would not deny Christ", and this fact, according to Scholasticus, became more apparent to Cyril through general lack of enthusiasm for Ammonius's case for martyrdom. Scholasticus then introduces Hypatia, the female philosopher of Alexandria and woman who would become a target of the Christian anger that grew over the feud. Daughter of Theon, and a teacher trained in the philosophical schools of Plato and Plotinus, she was admired by most men for her dignity and virtue. Of the anger she provoked among Christians, Scholasticus writes, Hypatia ultimately fell "victim to the political jealousy which at the time prevailed" - Orestes was known to seek her counsel, and a rumor spread among the Christian community of Alexandria in which she was blamed for his unwillingness to reconcile with Cyril. Therefore, a mob of Christians gathered, led by a reader (i.e. a minor cleric) named Peter whom Scholasticus calls a fanatic. They kidnapped Hypatia on her way home and took her to the "Church called Caesareum. They then completely stripped her, and then murdered her with tiles". Socrates Scholasticus was hence interpreted as saying that, while she was still alive, Hypatia's flesh was torn off using oyster shells (tiles; the Greek word is ostrakois, which literally means "oystershells" but the word was also used for brick tiles on the roofs of houses). Afterward, the men proceeded to mutilate her, and finally burn her limbs. When news broke of Hypatia's murder, it provoked great public denouncement; not only against Cyril, but against the whole Alexandrian Christian community. Scholasticus closes with a lament: "Surely nothing can be farther from the spirit of Christianity than the allowance of massacres, fights, and transactions of that sort".