Sep 30, 2007

Uncovering the Cherub - II

A beached cherub - helpless as a whale?

The second in a series examining cherubim.

The very first mission of the new Star Trek: The Next Generation crew was Encounter at Farpoint - the rescue of a 'fallen' cherub. The cherub had somehow been deprived of most of its power, and was 'chained' to a planet where it had become the unwilling power supply (demiurge?) of the Bandi. The cherub didn't have enough power to manifest itself as it truly was, and functioned in a degraded state - an energy/matter converter that resembled a small city. You could say that the cherub was trapped in a planetary gravity well - an abyss (Tartarus?).

Eventually Picard guesses that the Bandi power station is an immense alien being, and he uses the Enterprise to feed it enough energy to escape its condition. The cherub assumes its true form (an 'angel' of light), and is reunited with its mate. The Enterprise D starship resonates Egyptian Masonic geometry with its twin warp drive nacelles (pillars) and the third warp core. It is itself a classic star gate - symbolically equivalent to the Tower of Babel.

Father(s) and Son

Beneath Farpoint are mysterious tunnels and catacombs which resonate both alien subterranean bases and the Vatican. Jake Kotze has already noted the octagonal shape of Farpoint and its central pillar. Beneath New York City we also find a labyrinthine series of sub way tunnels, and a new octagonal tower is to be finished on 2012 - the Freedom Tower. I wonder, is this the reason for the unprecedented building boom ongoing around the planet? Are cherubs erecting their star gates? Is a window of opportunity soon to open, or perhaps, to close?

Starship Atlantis

NOTES:

The movie 'Independence Day' visualizes an alien invasion of immense flying saucers (Ezekiel describes cherubim as "wheels") which hover over the great cities of the world. Cherub vs. cherub. The war in heaven brought to earth? See also 'Transformers'.

Author Iain M. Bank's fictional universe called the 'Culture' visualize massive, self-aware star ships called 'Minds'. These are virtually immortal (divine) beings of immense intellect, personality and power. In other words... cherubim. 'Excession' is highly recommended.

Sep 29, 2007

Uncovering the Cherub

Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire.

Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee.

By the multitude of thy merchandise they have filled the midst of thee with violence, and thou hast sinned: therefore I will cast thee as profane out of the mountain of God: and I will destroy thee, O covering cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire. --Ezekiel 28:14-15

In biblical tradition, a city is said to have a guardian angel, or "covering cherub" - e.g. Michael is the guardian of Jerusalem, but all cities have them - or perhaps... ARE them.

Cherubim are not adorable baby angels. They are mighty shape-shifting entities. They take any form - converting energy to matter as easily as we convert oxygen to carbon dioxide - Transformers. What if everything in a city is actually MADE of 'cherub' - consciousness made manifest?

The great cities of the world are all made of the same base elements, yet somehow, they all have unique personalities - spirits - zeitgeists. We can say that cities are simply the product of the people that live within them, but the people come and go, live and die, while the city continues... the soul remains the same. I can't help but think of the Big Apple. The experience of living in NYC is nothing less than a constant trial - yet a New Yorker is fiercely territorial, even loyal. When you ask a New York 'cell' why he chooses to live in what is nearly hell on earth - why he tolerates it - he can't rationally answer. You get vague appeals to "the culture" or "the energy". Maybe the cherub knows.

When we move to a new city, we are said to "put down roots", but maybe its really the other way around. That's why nomads like cowboys, Bedouin and Fremen are admired - people who resist the tendrils of the cherub. When Lucifer and his angels fell to earth - did they land on certain geographic points, which eventually became places known for great spiritual power? Were temples built on these places, and eventually cities and states? Every ancient city had its deity and its 'temple mount', and was that deity its covering cherub?

Were cherubim the ancient Gods?

Sep 25, 2007

Riverworld

Yesterday, V and I were walking the Burke-Gilman trail in Redmond (home of Microsoft) - a popular bike/pedestrian path along a river. The river is in the process of being violently terra-formed into something resembling it's earlier, naturally serpentine state, after being previously terra-formed in the 50's by river bank farmers into a shape that resisted flooding - but at the same time - killed all the fish.

We met a couple and their dog, who they called 'Finnegan'. In an off-hand comment at Through the Looking Glass, aferrismoon mentions Finnegan's Wake, by James Joyce, which begins like this:

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

From Wikipedia:

"Commodius vicus" refers to Giambattista Vico (1668-1744). Vico believed in a theory of cyclical history. He believed that the world was coming to the end of the last of three ages, these being the age of gods, the age of heroes, and the age of humans. This opening also contributes to the effect of Joyce's novel as a whole, since it begins and ends with "riverrun" on the lips.

I happened upon the Riverworld series by Philip José Farmer in a second-hand bookstore many years ago, but I've been thinking about it lately. Riverworld is a fictional universe set millennia in the future. It begins with the recently deceased Sir Richard Francis Burton awakening (along with every other human being who ever lived) on a moonless, terra-formed planet who's singular feature is a global serpentine river that begins and ends in the North polar sea.

Wikipedia says:

Awakening hairless and naked on the alien world without explanation, the psychological shock to the collective human species is staggering. Apparently left to their own devices, the people set about recreating their Earthly societies and coming to terms with an afterlife no religion ever described.

Well, almost no religion:

...and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years. But the rest of the dead lived not again until the thousand years were finished. This is the first resurrection.

Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection: on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.

And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, And shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog, and Magog, to gather them together to battle: the number of whom is as the sand of the sea. --Revelation 20:4-8

The mysterious overlords have an invisible mark on their foreheads. The planet has almost no minerals, so no Vulcan ventures starting up. Later in the series, it becomes apparent that Riverworld is intended to be a moral testing ground by mankind's alien makers. We even get a final "gog/magog" battle at the end. The story has grails, dirigibles, catamarans, mushrooms, aliens and pirates - practically heaven!

Farmer almost never mentions queers in Riverworld, though the male overlords are described as being unnaturally beautiful - and even wearing makeup.

However, the historical Sir Richard Burton had homosexual rumors circulating around him like a whirlpool. Sir Richard is the heroic figure of this story - a British explorer, seafarer, a captain in the East India Company (the Blackwater of its day) a poet, hypnotist, orientalist, mystic, fencer and diplomat (where DID he find the energy?). In other words... a classic Mason.

That said, he was also a barely closeted queen, and I wonder... if the actual Sir Richard suddenly found himself incarnated as a naked, perfected youth (immune to aging and illness) on a beach with gorgeous boys, gorgeous weather, plentiful food, and left to his own devices, maybe his story in Riverworld would be rather different than the one presented by Philip José Farmer. Maybe the farmer's path isn't the one that charms the snake.

I could leave you, say good by, or I could love you, if I try, and I could, and left to my own devices, I probably would. --Pet Shop Boys

Sep 23, 2007

The Passion

It looks like Jesus is finally out of the closet now... way out.

From Queerty:

Matthias Von Fistenberg’s Passio will surely make a few Fox News anchors explode - and not in a good way. In fact, it is safe to say that even those non-acolytes of the “fair and balanced” network will be disturbed by von Fistenberg’s Jesus. This savior could care less about clothing the naked or feeding the hungry, unless the meal’s cock.

Sep 17, 2007

The Holy Grail

Note: This article combines Holy Grail I, II (and now III) into one abridged article. Sometimes less really is more.

It was 2004 when I finally read The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown. The fact that I DID read it was highly unlikely. At the time, I couldn't have been less interested in pulp fiction, royalty, the Catholic Church (or institutional religion in ANY of its forms). All my friends had already read and raved about it, and still I avoided it like the plague.

However, the book finally came to me in an odd sort of way. My sister sent it to me... from jail. In 2004 she was doing time for yet another DWI, and somehow, someway, she decided to send me The Da Vinci Code, which arrived in my mailbox as if wrapped by a six year old with ADD. By 2004, I was beginning to suspect that the universe sends messages as He will, so even though I had no real interest, I sat down to read. When I was finished, it was as if I'd had a weird sort of vision - I realized that this book was no mere fiction. It was an 'Initiation' into the mysteries - 'Masonry For Dummies'.

If what this book said was true, then a literal 'sacred seed' was present in European royalty, and by connecting a few dots, I understood that the elitist racism of royalty has a certain logic behind it. A few more dots, and the grail quest leads straight to England and, eventually, to Diana - the Queen of Hearts.

And this is exactly the moment when my soul rebelled. I can't explain it, but at that moment I knew that this 'bloodline' was my enemy. The book was somehow all a lie - a most elegant, beautiful, refined and logical... lie.

According to Dan Brown (a Neo-Templar of high degree?), the Holy Grail is no gilded cup, but a bloodline. We're all pretty well up to speed with it, thanks to the efforts of the Hollywood myth-makers. From Luke Skywalker to Lord Aragorn II, Hollywood endlessly presents the heroic bloodline. A man who, thanks to "the Force being strong within him", becomes the Savior of the world/Middle Earth/galaxy.

The Right Stuff?

In 'The Incredibles', budding, teen-age super-hero Violet has a moment of doubt - how would she really know the right thing to do? Her "super mom" replied that she'd know what do do - "It's in your blood". As if doing the right thing was somehow easy for those of "noble DNA", and conversely, nearly impossible for we mere mortals.

Eve was beguiled by the serpent in the garden - eating the apple being allegorical to a sexual act. The seed is central to the biblical narrative - the sons of Samael vs. the sons of Adam, Cain vs. Shem. Two bloodlines and two grails. I wonder, which grail is which? Has there maybe been a switch?

What's kinda weird about all this talk of seeds and grails, is that the bloodlines aren't bloodlines of the flesh. We're talking about DNA of the spirit - and this DNA seems to follow different rules of transmission. The bible is always talking about people being "grafted in" or "cut off", Jesus is likened to a vine, God to a gardener, etc. Spirit DNA seems able to be transfered from one person/family/nation to another, as easily as a gardener grafts a stem from one plant to another.

It's an old bodybuilding joke that the first advice given to a newbie at the gym is to "choose the right parents", because genetics play such a huge role in any bodybuilding success. How bizarre that this is exactly the opportunity we're being given - to choose our Father. How many space-time paradoxes might that generate?

And do not call anyone on earth 'father,' for you have one Father, and he is in heaven. --Matthew 23:9

There's an idea. What if the Father literally replaces our mortal human father’s DNA with His own? Maybe the true Holy Grail is the whole human race.

Fill me up with Premium, Sir.

NOTES:

The Jews track their lineage by the mother, not the father. I wonder, is that because in the end, there really IS only one Father?

Sep 16, 2007

The Good Shepherds

From Towleroad:

Students Stand Up in Pink Solidarity for Bullied Classmate

When a freshman student showed up for the first day of class at Central Kings Rural High School in Cambridge, Nova Scotia wearing a pink shirt, he was set upon by a group of 6 to 10 students who called him gay (faggot!) and threatened to assault him.

The next day the bullies didn't have a chance to repeat their actions. David Shepard and Travis Price (above), two seniors who had witnessed the incident, showed up to school with 75 pink tank tops for students to wear, according to the Chronicle Herald. Shepard and Price handed the shirts out before the beginning of class.

According to Shepard, when the bullied kid saw the group of kids in the pink shirts, "he was all smiles. It was like a big weight had been lifted off his shoulder."

Sep 13, 2007

The Gay Tribe

I was thinking about Israel and Jews the other day: how Jews can't escape their tribal identity.

Being Jewish transcends religion - even though Jewishness is defined BY its religion. The whole idea of "Jewishness" is founded upon that ancient covenant of G*D with... DNA. A Jew can't escape his DNA, even if he renounces the religion or even the State of Israel. He's STILL Jewish - only now labeled a "self-hating Jew". Talk about your heavy burdens.

Ironically, homosexuals are in a similar boat - yet one coming and one going, like ships passing in the night.

Jews are Jews because of their blood. Queers are queers in spite of our blood. To every gay man, sooner or later, comes the dawning Revelation that he has a spirit within that won't be denied. That spirit takes many forms, but in each case it demands a sacrifice - a "death" to our own flesh and blood - our DNA.

Gay men choose to live in ghettos, Like Jews did in Europe. We have our own dress codes, mannerisms, slang, "temples" (bars and gyms) feast days and festivals. We have our own media. We even have our own "gods" - the porn stars and the divas.

Like Jews, we are stereotypically talented: Jews are good at money. Fags are good at the arts.

We can renounce our gay tribal identity, but we're still gay. See Senator Larry Craig for the latest example.

We can pray to Jesus to save us from our homosexuality, but that won't make us straight, the best we can hope for is to become "ex-gay" (or X-Man?), which puts us in a No-Mans Land of identity - Limbo. Or we can become a "self-hating queer", like Roy Cohn.

Like Jews, Queers are convenient scapegoats for whatever ails society, and in extreme cases, we're lead off to the same death camps, though we were never given our own official "Zion" as a guilt offering.

Like the Jews in Egypt, homosexual "identity" was created via revolt (the Stonewall Riots), and like those Egyptian Jews, queers have been "wandering in the desert" for almost 40 years. Does that make Larry Kramer our Moses?

Sep 11, 2007

Holy Donuts

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. --Genesis 1:27

I read a strange homoerotic story the other day that had a guy eating donuts off the end of another guy's dick. Hmmm. What is it about donuts (or bagels, if we want to stay Kosher)?

In 3D modeling, a donut is a torus. A torus is the shape of the charged particle energy field that surrounds the earth (the Van Allen Radiation Belt), as well as our bodies, and probably the galaxy. A Kean Eye explains it (who I'm much obliged to for the images as well):

Think of a torus. Our own Earth has a torus shaped energy field surrounding it. As do all planets. And as do our own bodies. And apples. And eggs. And we aren't just surrounded by this energy, we ARE this energy. Quantum Physics tells us that energy creates matter. And our reality is based on an energy field that is fractally compressing onto a singularity.

Holy Donut! I am the torus. The torus is me.

Now, consider a black hole - and think of it as the donut hole. All matter and energy is sucked into the donut hole. But in another dimension, that same energy and matter is expelled in a fountain of 'Creation'. The black hole is the ultimate Abyss, the Feminine Devourer, and the other side, it's the ultimate Ejaculation, the Masculine Creator - the Cock of cocks! So basically, the universe is made of ummm... sperm. Godsperm. The Spirit DNA, Code, the Word. Like the Palmolive commercial, "You're soaking in it".

Now, imagine the Creation emanating from one side of the hole, and then curving around to enter the black hole/rose bud on the other - the inner tube o' love, the master baiter, the cock that fucks himself, the Ouroboros.

Note that the entire torus is male. The 'ejaculate' emanates from the center, curves around, and fucks the same center from behind - doggy style. The entire Creation is the product of the male. But it is the female - the vacuum - the no thing - that is the engine that powers the whole fucking she-bang.

IRRELEVANT ASIDES:

I Just finished taking my dog out for a walk, during sunset, and it was remarkable because the sky was perfect - clear and blue - not a blemish. I've grown so accustomed to the ever present blur of chem trails that a truly clear day IS remarkable. I remember that 9/11/01 (and the week after) was also remarkable in that way.

Sep 7, 2007

The Hindenburg Star Gate Ritual

LZ 129 Hindenburg was a German zeppelin. Along with its sister-ship LZ 130 Graf Zeppelin II, it was the largest aircraft ever built. During its second year of service, it was destroyed by a fire while landing at Lakehurst Naval Air Station in Manchester Township, New Jersey, USA, on May 6, 1937. Thirty-six people died in the accident, which was widely reported by film, photographic, and radio media. --Wikipedia

I've already talked about skyscrapers and obelisks being primordial phallic symbols in Twin Towers - and what with the bizarre confluence of air-ships in the ether, thanks mostly to the reporting of Filmnoir23, and to Aferrismoon's prescient comment on Air Power, I began looking at what has become known as "The Hindenburg Disaster" with my third queer eye.

A Zeppelin is a most excellent symbol of the phallic: big, rigid, tumescent, penetrating, demanding of attention - and at the same time, fragile and thin-skinned - as our male ego always is.

The destruction of the Hindenburg, like the World Trade Center, (and the Titanic) is shrouded in mystery and rumor. It should NOT have fallen, yet thanks to a series of uncanny 'accidents' that overrode many engineering and procedural safeguards, it did, and spectacularly so.

Like 9/11 ( thanks to the media) this disaster would have a profound influence on the cultural sub-conscience. Like 9/11, it would be a harbinger of doom - foretelling the rise of the 3rd Reich and of war; as was 9/11 and it's foretelling of the rise of the 4th.

It seems strangely appropriate that the Hindenburg also had a twin - the Graf Zeppelin. And if we consider the Polynesian tradition of naming vessels, the Graf was not a sister-ship, but a brother-ship.

NOTES

The mooring tower at Lakehurst Naval Air Station oddly resembles the Eiffel Tower (Mssr. Eiffel was also involved in the creation of the great Statue (idol) of Isis in New York). I wonder, who's phallus is 'deflating' who's?

Sep 5, 2007

The Flying Spaghetti Monster

This image is courtesy of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

The site devoted to mocking Intelligent Design - the child of Creationism (and the expectant father of Panspermia). Their schtick is to take religious belief systems to a ludicrous extreme, so of course, it's funny. The Creationist/Fundamentalist team have indeed taken their beliefs to a ludicrous extreme, and so they are justly mocked, but the very concept of a higher intelligence... Is that also to be mocked?

The really weird thing, is that I suspect they're not too far off!

The Flying (Sky God, Thor, Zeus, YHWH, alien... need I go on?)

Spaghetti (tentacles, worms, worm holes, shafts, rods... cocks)

Monster (Frankenstein, Young Frankenstein, Herman Munster... all scary monsters until you get to know them, then they're real pussycats).

In Young Frankenstein, the divine Madeleine Kahn is "aggressively seduced" by the monster, who's best attribute is his "enormous swanschtucker". Afterwards, Madeleine sings "Ah, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you..." She's right, ya know.

Mushroom eating prophet Jeff Fairhall says that "The human male cock is the tentacle tip of a joyous multidimensional shapeshifting multi-modality ecstasy experiencing BEAST of enormous proportions..."

Sounds kinda like spaghetti, doesn't He? Or maybe like Cthulhu... except not such a monster... once you get to know him.

NOTES:

The Flying Spaghetti Monster is always depicted with two enormous meaty balls...

The members of the Church of the FSM (Pastafarians) always dress like pirates, and I gotta say, WTF? Is this what Neo-Templar's do for extra credit?

Speaking of Neo, the Matrix sends spaghetti/squid-like robot monsters after Team Nebuchadezzer. (Yea, Agent Smith is Jesus, and guess who that makes Neo?)

"All men are straight; like spaghetti - until you put them in hot water!"

Sep 4, 2007

Air Power

Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience --Ephesians 2:2

Sep 2, 2007

King Felix

In a string of world records, Felix the hurricane (not the cat) has today gained the notoriety of being the strongest Category 5 ever recorded.

Galaxy Fractal

Being a curious cat, I googled 'king felix' and landed on Tim Boucher's entry: King Felix Keyword Hijacking Where he explains the Philip K. Dick (ummm... dick?) source of the phrase, and then goes on to deliver a typical Boucher sermon about there being only one true person:

When Philip K. Dick talked about the plasmate or the secret subversive group Aramchek in his novel Radio Free Albemuth what he was talking about is that there is only one real person.

When you become real you find out that there is only one real person and that you are it. But everyone else who becomes real finds that out as well. That there is only one real person and they are it. Hence you see false messiahs and demagogues spring up left and right, and they will be used or destroyed (usually both) by the technocracy-AI to push forward framed perceptual debates which help them drive the culture forward where they want it to go.

Woah, Noah! (NOAA). I figure Tim is right on here, there really IS only one Person, and one Creator - the 'I Am'. The Ego (AKA Satan) is a necessary evil, because 'I Am' wants to see himself reflected through the eyes of another. Another lover. The moon reflecting the sun.

When this is experienced, the ego becomes nothing, and at the same time, more powerful than it can even imagine (to paraphrase Obi Wan). This experience can also be a one-way ticket to Nutsville, and considering the ever more frequent appearance of self-proclaimed messiahs, David Shayler being the most recent, Tim's explanation makes good sense to me.

It is only a sense of ego 'meekness' that lets the wave of the 'I Am' "pass over" without permanent disruption of the sand below.

Ego isn't evil - it's totally necessary - it just needs to shrink a tiny little bit. Then we can see around it. See our brand new lover.

NOTES

Dead or Alive films 'Brand New Lover' in a surreal montage of Spanish bull fighting and new world shamanic totems. Being born 'West of the Rio Grande', I'm pretty familiar with the spirits of Cowboys and Indians. The Spanish part... Well, it took a visit to Barcelona and Sitges to connect with those roots, and I dunno, but there's a tale there, something... ancient España isn't quite yet finished.

Sep 1, 2007

The Beard of Aaron

How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron's beard, down upon the collar of his robes.

It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the LORD bestows his blessing, even life forevermore. --Psalm 133:1-3

Art by Logan Porn Comics

Colossus

This list of 17 Dangerous Cinematic Computers reminds me how sci-fi "occults" unorthodox theology for the masses, without riling the religious status quo too much. Change the costume, and somehow most people can't see the age-old actor/archetype hidden beneath - Superman being a fabulous example.

The visualization of the greatest power in the universe (real or virtual) as an evil tyrant is one of the most popular themes in sci-fi/fantasy. From Ming the Merciless to the Sith Emperor, the list is endless, and computer villains are especially fertile ground. The Matrix, the Master Control Program, and how can we forget Colossus: The Forbin Project?

The 1970 thriller Colossus: The Forbin Project imagines the horrifying consequences of abrogating human responsibility over our own fate, as the all-too-foolproof computer system Colossus develops its own sinister agenda almost immediately after the U.S. missile system is placed in its control. Developing an alliance with the Soviets' computer, Colossus decides that humans cannot be trusted to manage their own affairs, and takes over the world by threatening nuclear annihilation if its demands aren't met. Though the movie is frustratingly slow, like a Twilight Zone episode padded to 90 minutes, Colossus' malevolent pronouncements are truly chilling, proclaiming its new world order in a way worthy of a Bond villain: "I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content, or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours. Obey me and live. Disobey and die."

How Old Testament - isn't that a YHWH quote? In its final remark, addressed to Dr. Forbin, Colossus predicts: "In time, you will come to regard me not only with respect and awe, but with love."

As usual, the movie was based on a book - the first of a trilogy by Dennis Feltham Jones. In the second book, The Fall of Colossus, Rebel humans discover a coded signal, apparently from Mars. The signal contains an unsolvable problem that has the power to render Colossus impotent. Believing the signal to be an answer to their prayers, the humans quickly use it to sideline the "omnipotent" computer. It's only afterwards that the other shoe drops, and the humans begin to suspect that the Martians may not be quite the saviors they claim to be. In the last chapter, we see them feverishly attempting to rebuild the computer before the Martians invade.

Jones makes a provocative point: there may be worse things than an all-powerful being with an interest in humanity.

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