Hello, I do own a Legion laptop from Lenovo. Not free though.
Aside from the quirk of Lenovo and Ryzen (AMD) processor, I then realised. 🤔 That popularised term in horror — supernatural trope, was indeed taken from the Bible (New Testament), was it not?
These excerpts:
I put Mark 5:1-20 as the first in order because the story there is more vivid compared to the other versions.
As far as I know, this recorded event is actually the only event Jesus negotiated with the malevolent entity.
The (Special) Decision Making
They were in order of thousands, a military legion usually consists of ±5,000 soldiers.
I first thought those lost spectres functioned as a single collective hive mind, like Cherubim. But then in the story, they begged to be sent into those 2,000 pigs. Meaning each of them had free will perchance and surely can separately occupy one pig. Woo, piggy ride!
But they did have a spokesdemon:
Oh please, please, guv'nor! Spare us a moment, won't ya? How's about lettin' us hop into them lovely swine over yonder, eh? We'll be proper quiet-like, promise!
In not that language or wording for certain.
The spokesdemon intimidatingly (or confusingly) announced that they were Legion, for they were many. My name is Legion, an awkward response after Jesus asked, What is your name?
Indeed, it's about flexing the "dynamic" collective hive-mind. Notice the my instead of our? That part.
That's like someone is asking our name and we answer it with We are Me. Interesting name. Deal with it. 🤺
Other possibility is that Legion was the actual name of that spokesdemon but not the entire group. Coincidentally similar to actual legion (military unit) back then.
For instance, My name is Steve Market, we are from Marketing Department. We are many, there are interns too.
We don't then call the entire department as Steve Market. 🤔
Just another what if.
I believe, in my opinion, Jesus saw weirdness in those demons, special sort of weird. As in, ܐܰܚ. Oh, my. 🤦 Thus, Jesus "listened" to their — yet another bad decision — uncoordinated plea.
First weirdness is:
They crammed themselves into one human.
(Two top...)
Two humans in Matthew 8:28–34...
That's like one platoon of foot infantry jamming themselves into one tank... maximum two... 🫠
I get spectral beings have different perception of physics compared to us. I didn't say it's impossible. But still, that's... 👀 four thousand eight hundred and fifty-nine too many, perhaps.
Second weirdness:
He lived among the tombs. And no one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain...
Mark 5:3 (ESV)
Really? Thousands of them supposedly, and only "that power"? And speaking of living area, not spectacularly creative. Not even a single ominously glowing levitation or basic laser-guided missile.
You see, it's called ... 🤔 Pest? Tomb pest. I mean, they lived about in tombs and that's it. No... dwelling expansion strategy. 🤷 Why did they break the chain only to
stay put?
Curious, that.
Sir, with 5,002 of us onboard, perhaps we ought to...
No, no, Derek. Back to the tombs. Scream louder.
But we've broken the chains, sir!
Yes, now let’s stay right there and do it again tomorrow. Routine is power. ROUTINE IS POWER! Power of routine shall prevail! Hear, hear!
(Pause.)
Sir, I invented levitation...
Silence, Nigel.
Well, we have no backstory whatsoever. Full spectral-muppet-ic apocalypse mid-episode, no prologue, no mention of how the bloke got there. Just full-on, He's like that now.
Third weirdness:
Legion.
Like that tank(s) filled sardines analogy above, and from inside the tank(s) — either tank — Oi, I am Platoon! Stop sitting on my face, George!
Bloke's been shrieking in tombs for who knows how long, naked, scarred, haunted by a whole goblins inside him... Jesus arrives, and immediately — the possessed lad dashes from the tombs straight toward the waterline!
When he saw Jesus from afar, he ran and fell down before Him.
Mark 5:6 (ESV)
Tombs are usually a bit out of town, and Jesus just stepped off a boat. So unless they built tombs right next to the jetty (tacky), this lad just did a full possessed sprint — no sandals, loincloth flapping, limbs flailing — straight from the caves to the coast.
Both parties, the bloke and the entities, felt an utter imbalance in them. They ran toward the Light, but screamed at it too. That's the paradox — they hate the Light, yet can't look away.
It's like a dude which hasn't showered in weeks, sees a bar of Imperial Leather and a running tap, legs it into the bathroom — then starts yelling at the soap like it's the problem. Hm... That shifty-eyed soap.
Final:
Occupying pigs.
Pigs are notoriously chaotic when introduced to excitement, especially if that excitement is a freshly evicted goblin.
And well, the ±2,000 possessed pigs sprinted chaotically downhill into water and managed to drown themselves. Like a panicked stampede of clueless goblin-occupied bacon.
ChatGPT Bit
So, Legion.
- Did they float back to the tomb? That's rather odd.
- Did they wander off into the hills?
- Did they haunt the pigs' skeletons?
Demon
Stems from Greek ΔΑΙΜΩΝ (DAIMŌN). In ancient Greek, it didn't mean evil at all. It referred to a divine power, spirit, or intermediary force. It's not quite a god (theos), but not just a ghost either — something in between. And it could be guiding, inspiring, even protective — not merely evil. It's the whole spectrum.
And then the Romans picked it up, it became daemon — and was still neutral for a time. But once the early Church came in hot with its doctrinal hammer, they rebranded everything not on their approved celestial payroll as suspect — and daemon was quickly tossed into the bin marked "bad".
By the time the Latin daemonium gets translated into early Church texts and later into English, it's no longer a neutral spirit — it's demonised, literally and conceptually.
So reducing δαίμονες to "evil-only" is like saying every squirrel is a menace because it avoids the tax, or that all fire is arson. 🤔 You see, it's not... 100% wrong. It's from where we look at it. Oh, not that again. Instead of "relativity", I call it "oh, hm".
Tribute to Cherubim
- Genesis 3:24
- Exodus 25:18-22 (and Exodus 26:1, 36:8)
- 1 Kings 6:23-28 (and 2 Chronicles 3:10-13)
- Ezekiel 1:4-28
- Ezekiel 10
Cherubim are the bouncers of Heaven.
If you ever see thousands of awe-inspiring celestial beings with four faces (human, lion, ox, and eagle), four wings, glowing like fire, moving in perfect unity with mysterious spirit-filled wheels covered in eyes, their thunderous wingbeats roaring like an army, guarding divine presence with an overwhelming radiance that left even a prophet face-down in reverence.
And they say,
FEAR NOT!
in unison while rotating their multi-faces in perfect synchronicity, that should be... English Cherubim.
I might respond, too late... 😵💫😵
But first, I'd probably be unconscious in under one second from the experience.
You might think they'd say, Do remain calm. 🤔 But with those multiple heads and such. Hm.
They should shape-shift into something ordinary — like tall grass — with no announcement, instead of that grandeur. But of course, it would be
untheatrical.
Assuming they literally look like that, therefore, it's either:
- They were designed by a different department — or maybe a divine junior designer — who didn't know the "users" but had the access to "fonts and icons bank" — made everything in a hurry, BEHOLD! THE CELESTIAL ENTITY OF GLORY! — or
- The "inability" of those beings to grasp the concept of familiarity, or
- Oi, you puny muppets. Hark and behold our... massive... things. You can't describe that, can you? You can't descriiibbbeee that, nye nye.
Prior Ezekiel, Cherubim were told as winged throne guardians, not rotating winged Rubik's cubes of doom. That multi-faces description of Cherubim was from Ezekiel. So, it's either he was shown more or...
Cherubim — the Oral Tradition
I don't dismiss the fact that celestial beings can look like some absurd drafts with missing volume control. But also, we need to consider the prophetic embellishment. Ancient prophets didn't live in tea-drinking, softly-spoken Oxfordshire.
Back in those days, the prophets wanted the tribe to stop mucking about and take the sacred seriously. Well, it's oral tradition. We don't tell flat characters to gain attention and reverence.
I saw tall grass.
Yea? And? (Continues mucking about.)
I saw a toaster with two napkins on sale.
Tell me more.
Once upon a time...
Once. Upon. A. Time? No deal, mate.
I saw... 🤔
(Collective mucking about intensifies. 🥳🥊)
Listen here, you daft overclocked gibbons! Stop behaving silly, aimless, or unserious! Oh. Erm. I mean that toaster talked.
👀👀👀
He said "or"!
(Laugh. Thunderous hyena cackles.)
(Some lose their trousers.)
Oy... 🤦
⬆️ Perhaps if... a sermon were started with Listen here, you daft overclocked gibbons! Perhaps.
Cherubim — the Visual
But indeed, security presence starts with appearance. All of it meant to project dread before action is ever needed. Either straightforward menacing, or layered menace — like having that silent-death aura wrapped in neatness.
But rarely tall grass visual. Imagine how demanding the work would be, those grass.
- Oi mate, please do not jump the fence. 📢 Oi, oi! 🤦 (Runs to the fence. 🏃➡️)
- (Filling forms.) Two roosters discouraged. 53 blokes nicked trousers. I have cramped calves and a blinding sore throat. (Sighs.)
Aside from the oddity that a grass could behave like a human, had calves and a throat — a note somewhere in design bureau:
Make them look like a flaming tornado of lion-eagle-man hybrids with calf feet and rotating wheels full of eyes.
Divine Security Design. (Signed.)
The Lineage
Chronologically, Ezekiel's story was after the Deluge (biblical flood). In a way, he was a descendant of Abraham. Abraham was Shem's son. Shem was one of Noah's sons. Thus, Ezekiel was also the descendant of Noah.
A lad from Tibet read that, and, Wait, who are they? Certainly not Lobsang's grandads.
They might call Ezekiel as the Sir Descendant of the Flood Guy. "Might", mind. But there's no such thing as, "And Japheth begat the Chinese, the Mongols, the Polynesians, and also that bloke in Siberia who talks to moose." Because it would not make us question anything. In a way.
Instead of
Ah, such a lovely, complete documentation. (Reading. 🧐 Sips tea.)
, we are left with
Hey, that part... is missing! The audacity of that gap! And that one and that, and that... (Reads other resources. Talks to people. Crawls internet.) Hm. 👀🤔 Intriguing.
⬆️ That dangling comma. That's like losing one nostril while uttering "dhu".
My Guess About the Early Stage of the Realm
My hypothesis is, prior the flood — in early stage — each region was scoped or confined. Think sealed off in environmental chambers, watched through reinforced observation panes by their Watcher class researchers. Well, it's easier to observe and manage clusters rather than... not.
There are other possibilities, but this one fits this excerpt:
Cain knew his wife, and she conceived and bore Enoch. When he built a city, he called the name of the city after the name of his son, Enoch.
Genesis 4:17 (ESV)
⬆️ The story started with 4 people, and suddenly... THAT. And too... the concept of city. Really? That is a huge gap of knowledge.
A city? It's not just about a flock of humans stuck on a land. As if cities just spontaneously form when enough bipeds clump together and stop walking. 🤦☠️ It's also, mainly, about the proper management skill, record-keeping, logistical networks, infrastructure planning, social order, collective identity, city planning, blimey! So, in my opinion, there were already other populations. Cain tapped into an existing framework where these cultural protocols were already established. He didn't invent the civil engineering too, did he? Unless, of course, he entered a place where those skills already existed.
And that story was specifically from
that specific zone.
In zonal terms, linking Ming Ho to Shem is like attributing Prometheus as the founding father of your blender — it's not an insult, it's a categorical error. And a libel. ☠️ Filed under: Zone Law §4.6 – Misattributed Lineage & Appliance Deities.
Well... others then surmise that as metaphor. By thunder! That's a bloody family tree record and... also a metaphor? So Enoch was a metaphor? And Cain, troubled in heart, did build a metaphor called "Enoch". While he, himself, was a metaphor. With his metaphorical wife and parents. By the way, The Book of Enoch was redacted from Rome-approved Bible. Rome went, Yeah, no. Let's not include that. Bit too… revealing. (In Latin.) Non. Nimis revelans est. ⬅️ Now you see the knowledge… now you don't. 🪄
Let's be frank — "Scripture" as approved by the Roman Church was not about preserving mystery. It was about wielding narrative as power. Not until the narrative is dissected by Bob.
Back to my zonal hypothesis, I look at it as culture chamber. You see? Culture? Not only biological culture but civilisational incubation.
Maturing confinement.
But then, the "overwhelming local bugs" happened. As the "researchers" did the unregulated things. Oi, it's not in the Book of "Don't". See? None. ⬅️ This is from the Bible (Genesis 6:1–4). It's put like a mysterious pub rumour. That's like, The lab blew up, and there were shouting nunchakus with legs eating tables. Now back to the story. So then this bloke, James, he built an automobile from the rooftop... ⬅️ WAIT! Tell me about the nunchakus! Not important. And... another metaphor. 🤦 Filed under "symbolic".
Continuing the plot, it was indeed both a bug and a feature (for advancement). Without it, the barriers wouldn't ever be opened (with interventions and flushing water).
This hypothesis fits the local gods — local supervisors, Watchers, caretaker agents, influencers. They were not universal, but zonal — retained across generations, terrains, even tongues. Related to traditional music. Similar sky above but on different geographies (locations). You don't simply manufacture a deity to symbolise something and it's bloody regarded by the entire population. You don't get that level of unity from imagination. Fat chance.
Aye? The compartmentalisation, classic management strategy.
Instantiation: unique myths, unique architecture ➡️ unique language, unique script.
We can see the traces of those uniquenesses from the stories after the Garden of Eden, the Greeks' & Romans' encounters, 15th century Europe — Age of Discovery, even to modern discoveries. Assuming they understand each other:
(Arrived. Puzzled. 🤔) Oh, you... have... your own belief system?
Quite so.
Do you know tax?
Contribution? Well, we always work together here.
Not exactly that. Would you like to know more? (Swords unsheathed.)
👀
It's for your protection. We bring civilisation. You'll be a part of something greater! Glorious system! (One hand doing semantic squeegee move.)
Protection from what, exactly? You?
That, my friend, is not I to reveal. (More swords unsheathed. Clanking spears. Moving closer.)
👀
🤔 But... our shaman told me, you'll charge us for the sugar you are about to plant on our land. Not to mention we are the ones who will do the work.
Think! Something greater! (Squeege hand, chin tilted skyward.)
Can we have the sugar too?
For the right price. (Both hands sweeping through the air like they're clearing the fog of ignorance.)
Humans roamed about to other zones. From sandboxed regions to full open-world traversal.
Side Note
This entire supposition is based on multi-source memory — folklore, archaeology, preserved oral lines. Not dismissing the Western holy texts, mind you — just viewing through multi-lens. It becomes less about "who is right" and more about what we all remember. Not doctrine. Not dogma. But echoes — that ring truer when compared across civilisations.
Yet another bug happened, Nimrod. Well, the bloke commandeered it, but it was inevitable. If it weren't Nimrod, it could be Romnid or Karen.
We figure it out. No snack mismanagement can make us herd goats and obey. Let's try this. Karen, where's Romnid?
⬆️ In my opinion, not just in Enoch's zone, but also spread to the other zones. It was like... a wildfire. Maybe.
And... that catastrophe triggered a counter protocol. The procedure revoked the one tongue at runtime. SCRAMBLOMATOR v.1.0 was installed in the human — security update to prevent further cross-zone protocol breaches. From terrain to tongue: barrier moved inward after vertical zonal breach attempt.
🚨 Layer 4 containment compromised. Deploy SCRAMBLOMATOR.
Installed In
According to me — indeed, me — humans — among other living beings, specifically the humans — are the main sub-OSes within a Grand OS (Operating System). Running semi-sandboxed, with full read–write permissions, but still syncing occasionally with the Grand OS kernel. Not just as support modules, humans are the experiential probes. Logging the state of existence. Interpreting, warping, feeding back. Without sub-OSes, the Grand OS becomes... stale. Static. Lacks entropy injection. The feedback loop is everything. No humans = no fragmentation = no innovation = no contrast = no plot. Thus the phrasing above, "installed in".
"You must now encode your thoughts as words. Slowly. With grammar. Like a plonker."
Seed of Sir English, patch note, 2345 BC.Before that, we could speak (communicate) to another living being without learning anything. It was fully broadcasting intention, not merely "speaking" — as we understand now.
That primordial harmony between humans and nature, where man spoke with animals and plants, isn't just tucked into Genesis. It's bloody everywhere: Native Americans (Lakota, Hopi, Ojibwe, etc.), Celt, Chinese, Hindu tradition, Norse, African (Bushmen, Mali, Yoruba, etc.), Papuan & Melanesian Traditions, and so forth.
Just like a hen from Beijing can talk to another hen from Birmingham without any dictionary.
In Christ's time, the disciples experienced glossolalia — they didn't learn it, but everyone else could understand everything.
💡 GLOSSOLALIA
It came from the root terms ΓΛΩΣΣΑ (GLŌSSA) and ΛΑΛΕΙΝ (LALEIN) — Classical Greek. But the compound term was popularised later on, it was used in Koine Greek. No lowercase. ΓΛΩΣΣΟΛΑΛΙΑ.
ΓΛΩΣΣΑ (GLŌSSA) — the macron over the "O", this "Ō", is modern scholarly convention — means "tongue", "language", "speech". The word means that, not... just the macron...ised "O".
ΛΑΛΕΙΝ (LALEIN) means "to talk", "to chatter", "to speak".
Thus ΓΛΩΣΣΟΛΑΛΙΑ (GLOSSOLALIA) = "speaking in tongues". As in unknown language, but it's not gibberish and we can perfectly understand it.
That... in my opinion, is our original language. It's within us, but... 🤷 the hotfix.
You know, like babies. They have universal tone — even us, the adults. Take music for example. When we feel the melody, harmony, rhythm, tonality, and such. Yeah? Like the upgraded traditional chant in this other post.
All of this (both hands doing squeege move) stems from my curiosity and research. Our beginning is something we are curious about. In an observational way... respectful way. Because every single culture (tradition) tells me that we were made. Not accidentally splattered out of goo after a lightning bolt hit a puddle and got frisky with an amino acid. To toss all that aside — not through questioning or even honest doubt, but through institutional sneering — and then declare "We've got the official version now, thanks. Yours was fantasy, ours is science"... oh, the audacity. That's not enlightenment, that's academic colonialism wearing a lab coat.
Like in chess, we have plenty of possible ways to continue from a position. But those blokes, they swapped the original position and pretended it was always like that, then played from that. Bit dodgy, innit?
Hm.
All in all, Jesus Christ, the bridge between zones, arrived not to overwrite, but to offer the re-sync signal across all languages and stories. But... we're like an utterly over-engineered distortion-drive-scream pedal effect circuit. Warped diodes, overdriven transistors, fuzzed capacitors, ATMegas somewhere until what comes out the amplifier is:
🤷
Oh, wait. Tax. 📋
One audio electronics designer mutters,
Told you, ATMega? But nooo... "I'm right." Woo, "he's right", woo.
(Wu.) 哎呀, stop calling my name without a valid intention. Bloody amateurs...
Fair enough. What part of Hong Kong do you stem from?
(Wu.) I'm not a plant. Do you see chlorophyll on my face? (Continues soldering resistor to PCB.)
🤷 So then, what part of Hong Kong "did" you stem from, Mister Wu Wu?
(Wu.) 👀
(Wu.) And you, "Mister Narrator", 哎呀. "Effect pedal", because noun modifiers must come first, peasant. It's Sir English, "obey me, not logic" rule.
👀
(Wu.) Once, there was a Cantonese entered a pub in Sweden. He ordered a pizza. And the bartender said, "What's that? You want pizza? That's adorable. Here, have burgers instead."
(Wu.) (Laughing. Plank-spasm initiated.)
👀
(Wu.) Funny.
(Wu.) I said funny!
Oh yes, Mister Wu Wu. Quite splendid. 👏👏
One Language
As you've noticed, we now move toward one language, English. The ever-baffling language of the world. Cyclic, that.
But!
We need to learn it. Bloody inconsistencies, "Because I said so" syntax, "read" and "read" or "lead" and "lead" (plumbum) are spelled similar? Takes time.
Took in Latin, French, Norse, Greek, Dutch, bits of Hindi, Arabic, Hebrew, and probably someone's uncle's fishing dialect from Cornwall — and tried to pronounce the lot with a straight face:
Yes. I'll have everything. And pronounce none of it correctly.
Exhibit:
We have the alphabet. The first letter "A" is pronounced... "AY".
Ay, Jenkins, bring the pudding and move the bee two feet to the sea.
We still have the alphabet. The "Y" is pronounced "WHY".
Thus, "A" = "AY" = "A WHY".
👀 The French would say, Tonnerre de Dieu… quel plonkeur. While sipping café through their nostrils. Maybe.
Café is both the beverage and the place. Sipping bricks would be quite a scene. Garçon, un pavé au lait, s'il vous plaît. Café... en brique — pour les vrais hommes. ⬅️ For real men.
Somewhere, an ancient Briton farmer mutters, Tābod dy... pett. ⬅️ Meaning, "Your tongue... thing." You see, accent marks — bless 'em — were invented for clarity, consistency, and actual phonetic guidance. But English — it makes everyone guess how to pronounce "tear". Context is everything! (Confident face.)
The French should chuckle. Oh là là, you want to see acrobates de lettres? ⬅️ But they made that as a consistent rule. Can be learned and predicted. If not... oh blimey, we would have no Monsieur Voltaire. But of course, yes, English can also be learned and predicted. (Confident face.) It's just... magnificent.
Schedule for instance. We pronounce it as "shhedule". ⬅️ "We", me, "we". Latin went, Non ita dicis. English replied, But sir, that's how... the Normans say it. Latin rebutted, Ita. They wrote "cédule", unlike you. English replied, Good day.
English is like the Borg Collective in Star Trek. But instead of menacingly acquiring things on its path, English is the cauldron for everyone to put their ingredients — communal stew pot. Bring it on!, English said. Pardon, I mean,
Do proceed... with haste.
In that clipped posh tone, properly dangerous.
And when cornered:
Good day.
That's a duel declined — for now. ☠️ Translation: "prepare thy soul".
👀
"One English to rule them all?"
Not if Ohio and New Delhi have anything to say about it.
We might think AI could bridge the language chaos. Well, yes, technically. But that's only useful if people have access to it, and more importantly... if they agree to use it. Consensus is the real bottleneck. The one language dream will never be achieved by force or tech alone. It requires a shared will, and we... well... We'd rather build another Tower of Babel, then argue over who gets naming rights. Babel 2.0? Unlikely. There's one person or perhaps nine hundred thousand of them in Australia who will not sign that — assuming they don't fall off from the continent first, globe?
And one baffled lad in Tibet.
AI may decode the world, but humanity will naturally confuse it back into entropy.
See, the divine (and defined) patch is remarkable.
Fractal Realm
For our information, fractal is different than fragile because those are two different words.
This is like we're looking at a guy holding a marble, while inside that marble, there's another tiny guy with his marble, and so forth. The recursive marble realm. That's why it's said to be incomprehensible. Can't see the full log, only what's inside the viewport.
At one fraction, the guy probably squinting back and mutters:
Oi, what's this one doing building AIs and Babel Towers again? Hello? Is it goals you're looking for? 🤷
(Looking up. 👀) Why am I so huge, utterly abstract, and slow up there? ARE THE CONSTANTS DIFFERENT? 📢
(No response.)
(Looking down. 🔬) Ah, the quantum me. Ooh! Speed of light! Be a proud probability wave today, tiny me!
(Whispers.) Are the constants different?
(No response.)
(🧠 Thinking.) Hm... wait, "different"? How would they know the constants here?
⬆️ Not just the realm. Everything in it. We are fractals of it. Self-similar, self-reflecting, and self-contained bits of the grand recursion — echoes of the greater pattern in miniature form. The very definition of a fractal, innit? In it... 🤔
Restricted Geography
Of course, we have South Pole. The Antarctic. Hey, that region is restricted. The treaty was originally signed in 1959 by 12 countries. As of now, it's been signed by 56 countries. I wonder...
Why is it, Sir?
Because I said so.
Ah, that explains a lot.
Sarcasm detected. Sir, I'll have to ask you to return to the official narrative. You've wandered into the Myth Buffer Zone. Please do not go beyond the Because I Said So line or else.
Understood, O Mighty Because I Said So. 🫡
Sarcasm detected. Sir, ...
How much for these Because I Said So knick-knacks? They look adorable. I'll take that tiny duck.
Two quid, please.
Woo, my own Because I Said So knick-knack! 🤩
(Squinting. 🧐) Remain narrative-compliant to make the duck go "quack" for every one hour. Battery's not included.
(Wu.) 👀
Cheerio 👋🎩
And thus, by the power of "low-hanging fruit" and "prepone the meeting" bestowed upon me, I conclude this post. See you next time! All the best.
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