Mar 30, 2018

Donald Trump and the Tower Trump



One of the appeals of combining sync with the study of mass media is the theory that the media (by intent or by accident or both) subtly inserts a predictive narrative along with all the “entertainment” & “news”. The fun is the attempt to crack the narrative hidden within, and voila!  Predict the future!

The Trump enigma is darn nigh irresistible. Rather than dwell on all the chaff of electioneering, politics and scandal, we focus on the wheat of the narrative. What is the plot? Why is the repulsive star of The Apprentice suddenly the King of the World? Why is Biff Tannen now president?

As LXXXVIII finis temporis points out, this presidency has been a long time coming. He has been “pre-crimed” back to 1958 and is now indelibly linked to 9/11. In fact, he can almost be said to “represent” 9/11. 


Trump became president in 2016. Among other things, he is famous for his Trump Towers. In the tarot, the tower trump is card 16. His election was literally seen in the cards. The tower trump represents destruction, evocative of the destruction of the twin towers on 9/11. 9/11 was a symbol just like the tower trump is a symbol, and just like Donald Trump, as POTUS, is a symbol.

You know, like how the restaurant Sixteen Chicago is on the 16th floor of Trump Tower. 

Of all the Hollywood predictive programming about Trump, Back to the Future is the one with which I am most familiar. According to BTTF writer Bob Gale The character of Biff Tannen was based upon Donald Trump. As we know from the films, Biff does not come to a good end, even though for a while he runs Biff’s Pleasure Paradise Casino as the Luckiest Man on Earth.



Donald Trump/Biff Tannen has orange hair because he is representing the Sun King. You know… that cheerful round-faced fellow upon whom every solar religion is based. Marty McFly represents Pluto, or death. The sun always sets, death always gets the Sun King. It’s a tale told since the age of the Pharaohs. 



In other words, it’s a royal be-heading, and we’re invited to the ball. Sudden changes in a nation’s fortunes are often preceded by the murder of the monarch. Julius Caesar, Louis XVI, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Czar Nicholas II, John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

Of all the murdered monarchs listed above, I think Trump echoes Louis XVI the best.

Images of Apollo adorns his private, golden penthouse apartment. Like the French Soleil Roi, he lives a life of rare wealth and privilege, the Trump Tower being his private “Versailles”. He tweets policy and edicts, the fake lügenpresse is beneath him. He’s Reality Show Royalty. Even his beautiful and foreign wife Melania Knauss echos Marie Antoinette of Austria. 

Knauss is an ancient German surname, known from at least 1515. The earliest people recorded with this name appear to be from southern Germany. The meaning is very unclear but may mean "haughty person."
- Wikipedia.



I got the idea thanks to reading The Widow’s Son by Robert Anton Wilson, which is set in pre-revolutionary France. The Masonic protagonist Sigismundo Celine knows the secret “Baraka” name. He also learns that the Knights Templar  “found the birth-certificate” of the widow’s son in the Temple of Solomon. 

It would appear that Barak Obama is the return of the fabled widow’s son, at least according to the RAW prophecy written in 1985. And who cut his early political chops questioning the legitimacy of Baraka’s birth certificate?

Our very own Louis Seizième, Donald Trump

The tower trump represents the destruction of a nation state, via an attack upon the “head” or tower: the king. 9/11 was the opening move, with the twin towers standing in for the USA and the “world trade center”. See that golden crown toppling from the tower in the tarot card? That’s the Donald. It’s sort of cartoonishly obvious now, in hindsight.

If Trump is playing a modern Louis XVI, Sun King, then he must be assassinated in order to bring about the glorious revolution. The “headless” nation will need a new head installed PDQ. Never mind your precious Constitution, a new one has already been written for you. Probably several, hope you speak the language.

And before you shout “Thank God!” remember what a revolution is all about. And remember that it wasn’t just Louis XVI that met his end, it was his entire noble class. So… who is Trump’s “class”. Not the rich, of course. The rich are celebrated in the USA, always have been. Men, maybe? Even in this age of identity politics, that seems a bit too broad. How about rich white men? Yes, I think we are close.

The French nobles were noble by bloodline, which entitled them to wealth and privilege. 




Trump’s “class” of deplorable nobles is the white race. You may check your privilege at the guillotine.

Stay tuned. This is merely Part 1.

Feb 13, 2018

Dragons vs. Christians

It’s no secret I love Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun. He’s been on a tear lately syncing mermaids, dragons of the apocalypse, ancient (and coming soon to a theater near you) aliens from Vega, and his muse: Elizabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins. 

Shortly after the Super Bowl mega ritual, we are into Olympics coverage:


We recently looked at how the appearance of a topless cross-country skier from Tonga seemed to be the most gripping story--for the media, that is-- from the opening of the 2018 Winter Olympics.
- The Secret Sun
That was on 2/9, and 2 days later, Cyclone Gita “hammers” Tonga. 

CK blames the Perth Siren Song ritual, from St. Georges Terrace in Perth, or rather, he notices the sync. I of course, enjoyed the muscular Tongan flag bearer on a prurient level, the flag that just so happens to “represent Christianity” according to wikipedia. It features a red cross on white, the flag of St. George.


Also, the curious fact that the previous 2010 winter Olympics in Vancouver, BC, were marred by the death of Nodar Kumaritashvili, a Georgian luge competitor, on the same day as the opening ceremony. We note the flag of Georgia is covered in the cross of St. George.

The Olympics and death of St. George symbolism: they just go together. 

Nov 9, 2017

The Orange Lodge

Chapter House 19

I’m not sure where this all began, but I’ll peg August 21, the day of the Great American Eclipse. That was the day I went to seek therapy about symptoms of depression. I was there at the clinic at the exact time of the eclipse, and I joined some of the staff out on the sidewalk to view the historic event. At least I could be assured that they had the medically approved eye protection, which they kindly shared. 

I hadn’t really planned the visit for that exact date, because the first date offered was Sept. 11 and I felt that I didn’t want my reach-out for therapy to get all synced up with 9/11, so I chose the next one offered, not yet knowing the signs and portents of that day.

My therapy “intake” interview was on Sept. 19. That’s when they get their first look at me, and I sign a bunch of release forms. As I was signing, the case worker volunteered: “Today is the 19th, which is also my dog’s birthday. I have no idea why I just said that.”

I replied: “Well that’s odd, because today is also my dog Oliver’s birthday”. 

Twin dogs, twin stars. Birthdays. It reminded me of Sirius, the “dog star”, which is actually two stars: Sirius A and Sirius B.


My first actual therapy appointment wasn’t scheduled until Sept. 27, and on Sept. 25 I had a dream:

I was a fraternity brother. I was attempting to get all the bro’s packed and ready, we were going on a road trip or something. I was half naked, with nothing on but trainers and an orange polo shirt. It didn’t feel unusual, I wasn’t embarrassed - apparently this was normal attire in this frat. I ran from floor to floor organizing the guys. I paused once at a hall mirror to look at myself critically, because I didn’t really like the shirt and was considering what to wear on the trip. I decided to keep the orange polo shirt after all, it looked good on me.

Fireman

On the 27th I went to meet my new therapist. She was late, so I got to peruse a nice children’s picture book about life in the middle ages, at a baron’s castle. All the soldiers wear the coat of arms of the baron’s family. When I sat down to meet my therapist in her office, her first act was to offer me an orange.

This reminded me of the House of Orange-Nassau, and I considered that orange was the signature color of my dream fraternity.

Fire-lion

On Sept. 30 I read Fraternity Rituals - a homoerotic story set in the basement of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. Have I mentioned yet that I was a Kappa Sig? Though I don’t recall initiation rituals quite like this one.

On Oct. 3, I had another appointment about my depression, and I was given an orange-flowered pen with which to fill out the questionnaire. Note the 3/17 sync.

Then my own birthday arrived on Oct. 11. It was uneventful (besides having dinner at Syren’s Grill) except that  an old frat brother of mine called to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in over 15 years.

As it turns out, the fraternal order of the Freemasons revere Sirius, they call it the Blazing Star. It shows up in a lot of occult art: the stairway to Sirius.


Note the checkerboard motif as well.

I was also visiting Home Depot a lot because I’m building a small boat in my garage and I’m always scouting for tools and materials. Being duly sensitized to orange via my dream, I notice the signature color of this hardware store. And the orange aprons.

On the square

Masons are famous for their aprons.

Pyramid schemes

So then October 31 rolls around: Halloween. Can’t really think about Halloween without orange.

And on that day, an orange aproned Home Depot rental truck with a large “19” painted on the side, driven by a fellow wearing a black and white checkerboard shirt, plowed into a crowd of Halloween revelers in Tribeca Manhattan, killing 8. 



I note the orange-aproned truck was heading directly toward Ground Zero. Can’t escape the 911 Sync Hole after all.



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Notes:

Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun has been all over the color orange lately.



Just to fuck with me: Orange Porsche 911 w/ balkenkreuz at Bring a Trailer on 10/31/17.

Jun 22, 2017

Sync Tides

Friday's child is full of woe

I think it started a few days ago when I heard a track from Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon playing in some store  and hummed a few bars. Or maybe it started when I happened upon this lovely schooner at the dock named Freda B. (Friday is named after Freda or Freyja, Freia).


Then I got a moon ad this morning via MyFonts news:




But then it got personal, because I got a total bill of $237 at Costco today.


237 is one of the strongest sync attraction numbers, thanks to Stanley Kubrick. His films have been sync analyzed to death, however most agree that Room 237 in The Shining refers to the moon (237,000 miles being the average distance of the moon from the earth), and in 2001: A Space Odyssey, the alien artifact known as the “monolith” is discovered on the dark side of the moon.

This Friday, or Freda’s day, we will witness a “super-moon” that is completely dark. A new moon at perigee.

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Notes:
Googling “Friday’s Child” I get the eponymous Star Trek episode guest-starring Julie Newmar as the pregnant queen:
The episode's title is derived from a traditional English poem, known as "Monday's Child". The reference is to a line in the poem: "Friday's child is full of woe". Within the episode, the significance is in the unborn child of the planet's murdered ruler, whose prospects of being born depend upon the outcome of Captain Kirk's mission.
The odd thing is that Friday’s child is loving and giving, not full of woe, as Star Trek would tell it. That is Wednesday’s child. Be that as it may, the sync is Julie Newmar, AKA Catwoman. I can’t tell you how many black cat syncs I’ve had lately, and she is certainly one of the most famous. 

Continuing on Star Trek, we note that a black cat is served as “Isis” in the episode Assignment Earth, featuring an alien come to earth to to save mankind from ourselves, so to speak.

Freyja's chariot is pulled by two cats.

6/24 marks the 70th anniversary of the first recorded UFO sighting in Washington State near Mt. Rainier by private pilot Kenneth Arnold. 


Apr 29, 2017

The Missing Link




Taking care of the neighbor’s dog this week. We were given the Missing Link.

I enjoyed the Dogon, dog star, Sirius symbolism of it. The thing is, to a web designer a link is a gate or portal to another website. It’s  instantaneous teleportation through time and space. The original name of a web link is an “anchor” tag, shortened to <a>. It’s the foundation of the web: the most important aspect. 


Today I walked the dog by a lovely piece of garden art for sale. It featured an anchor in the very center of a glass pentacle. I wondered… if I pick it, will it transport me to Sirius?


Apr 1, 2017

The Fifth Element

Been awhile since there has been a post here. Thought I'd change that today. Fool's day and all.

I have this weird thing going on right now because I’ve realized that most of the movies that resonate for me are, in one way or another, a story about the discovery of an all-powerful entity or device that is variously called anti-matter, the tesseract, zero point energy, the god particle, the holy grail, or the fifth element. 

And I have long felt that this secret lies within. Not in mega collective projects, but within our very own skins and minds. We contain that god particle in our selves - no giant machine is necessary unless you believe that a giant machine is necessary - then it is.




Faith is important here. That’s why the Church is important, because it demands faith in something unseen. Technology and movies have replaced the church in the faith business, because their burnt offerings are more “believable”. But it doesn’t remove the centrality of a collective faith as the engine behind it all. If Jesus replaced Zeus, and was then replaced by Science, they are still all birds of a feather - in that they are attempts to explain the inexplicable with absolutes. 

“Thus sayeth the Science!”

Science is a harsh god. It is devoid of empathy or pity to mortals. Or even miracles, unless you think on scales of millions of years. At least Zeus or Jesus was said to listen to prayers. But if your god is a machine then it can’t listen, can it? Oh but wait, now our machines can listen, so now god can listen too. We just need programmers.

It’s rather pathetic. We invent the gods we can believe in. We used to believe in Gods and Titans, and then it was heroes and sacrificial saviors, and now “god” is just cosmic machinery that is programmed by beta-tested belief systems from Hollywood.

It makes me wonder. is the entire universe a faith-based proposition? Do we need to believe in it for it to exist? And what happens when our belief ends? 
“The real world begins where your belief ends.”
-Phillip K. Dick
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