Legion

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:

• Mark 5:1-20
• Matthew 8:28–34
• Luke 8:26-39

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.

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The (Special) Demonic Decision Making

They were in order of thousands, a military legion usually consists of ±5,000 soldiers.

I first thought those demons 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... 👀 three thousand four 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.

Well, we have no backstory whatsoever. Full demonic 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 demonic HOA (Homeowners Association) 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. 🤷

Final:

Occupying pigs.

Pigs are notoriously chaotic when introduced to excitement, especially if that excitement is a freshly evicted demon.

And well, the ±2,000 possessed pigs sprinted chaotically downhill into water and managed to drown themselves. Like a panicked stampede of clueless demon-occupied bacon.

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ChatGPT Bit

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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?

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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. 🤔

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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...

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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.)

Oy... 🤦

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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.)

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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".

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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.

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. It's indeed both a bug and a "feature". 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.

Aye? The compartmentalisation, classic management strategy. We can see from the stories proceeding the Garden of Eden, the Greeks' & Romans' encounters, 15th century Europe – Age of Discovery, even to modern discoveries.

(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 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 throughout the other zones. I think there were other "Nimrod"s – a unifier, empire-forger, linguistic rallying point figure in every other zone. But of course, the Original Gangster Nimrod is the most popular, most cited.

If it were Chief Bear Claws Wearing One Flip-Flop, Flip, I guess any scholar would repudiate it. Oi! Yes?

And... it triggered another protocol, it revoked the one tongue at runtime. The SCRAMBLOMATOR v.1.0 was installed in the human – security update to prevent further cross-zone protocol breaches.

Installed In

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.), Chinese, Hindu tradition, Norse, African, 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.

Or, this excerpt:

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's 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.)

👀

(Wu.) Funny.

(Wu.) I said funny!

Oh yes, Mister Wu Wu. Quite splendid. 👏👏

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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.

"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 which will not sign that. 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.

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Fractal Realm

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. At one fraction, the guy probably squinting back and mutters,

Oi, what's this one doing building AIs and Babel Towers again? 🤷

(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? 🤔

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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.