Oct 31, 2008

Aaron's Folly

Via Bill in Exile:

Per that paragon of uber-righteousness known as the Christian Broadcasting Network, one Cindy Jacobs — resident of Crazyland — was in church recently when a voice spaketh unto her {verily I say},

"Cindy, the strongman over America doesn't live in Washington, DC - the strongman lives in New York City! Call My people to pray for the economy."

The voice then spaketh more unto Cindy, saying,

"October 29 was Black Tuesday, the day the stock market crashed, and Satan wants to do it again."

So Cindy, rather than up her dosage, decided she needed to do everything in her power to stop that rascally Satan in his tracks so she decided to call for a national prayer day on October 29th and what better place to go to pray for your economy than Wall Street?

And what better Wall Street image to pray to than the statue of the golden…

The Xtian Nutters are fond of thinking of the USA as God's Country (New Israel), and it has finally dawned on me that they're probably right...
And again the Lord said to Moses: I see that this people is stiffnecked: Let me alone, that my wrath may be kindled against them, and that I may destroy them. --Exodus 32

Oct 30, 2008

The Diva

Kylie Showgirl - Youtube. It's 9:11 long, but the fun starts at 4:40.

Gay men always have their divas - it's a fact of gay life. Here is KM playing the typical diva - with nothing but faggots surrounding her. Note the black and white checkerboard theme and the catsuit. Kylie is safe with queers, totally secure in the knowledge that no matter how much she bumps and grinds, we only have eyes for each other, and wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole.

Kylie is symbolic of the "Grail", and gay men are her Guardians. I think it's totally amazing that God created a "class" of men who would make perfect guardians of the divine feminine - men He can trust. Spartans.

Oct 28, 2008

Blue Hawaii

I've wanted to blog about Hawaii for a long time, and with Obama being Hawaiian, maybe it's good timing.

I think Hawaii might be Mt. Zion. I mean... seriously. Hawaii is kinda like Israel, in that its symbolic footprint is ENORMOUS in comparison to the actual surface area. It may be even BIGGER than Israel, maybe even as big as... Ireland! Everyplace has a Tiki bar, even Kirkland! We also have an Irish pub and a Jewish bagel shop, but Joe's Tiki Bar rules.

All of Oceania is writ large in the noosphere - the Happy Isles of Oceania being short-hand for Paradise. Everyone instinctively knows that a tropical island is the preferred holiday - it goes without saying. It makes me wonder... maybe Oceania really IS heaven, or rather, as close to heaven as possible on earth. In other words, Oceania is a Holographic FRACTAL of heaven!!

Oceania is a vast blue ocean strewn with tiny island pearls, and a perfect analogy of the Milky Way. Perhaps it represents an Akashic memory of our previous existence, sailing the heavens as spacefaring gods - before the War of Heaven. When Jodie Foster sails her sky canoe to Vega, where does she make Contact? A tropical beach. Maybe it's encoded?

The Hawaiian Islands were populated as recently as approx. 700 AD. They were the last island group colonized by the Polynesians, and the crown jewel of the Pacific. The history of the Hawaiian Islands oddly resembles the history of Albion - a unification of islands by blood and war. King Kamehameha was the first King of Hawaii - the Pacific King George.

Hawaii was first visited by a representative of the Albion Federation in 1778 by Captain James (T?) Cook and crew of the HMS Resolution. He was first welcomed as a God, but later killed in the surf after his mortality became apparent. Hawaiians are a bit like Toydarians - not easily fooled by Jedi mind tricks. One of the more interesting tales from Oceania is that some islanders could not actually SEE the European ships, being so alien to their mental reference imaging field as to appear... invisible!!!

Prior to 2001, a 'New Pearl Harbor' was conjured by certain Neocons as the answer to their dark prayers. Symbolically, Honolulu = Manhattan, which via the Hudson, equals Jerusalem. One glance at the state flag shows the strong British connection... It's odd how the British ALWAYS show up in the strangest places - Manhattan, Jerusalem, Gibraltar, Egypt, Rhodes, Hawaii, on and on. It's almost as if their Admiralty has a "golden compass".

Everyone eventually goes Hawaiian. Elvis, Gidgit, Mr. Monk, the Brady Bunch, Charlie's Angels, Aladdin's blue Genie, EVERYONE goes Hawaiian. Even Beetlejuice was planning a trip in a 'Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian' sequel!

I made my own pilgrimage to Hawaii back in '85. I fell in love with a submariner - the U.S. Navy variety. We even walked hand in hand down Waikiki Beach one night, dodging the throngs of newlywed tourists. It was one of those mythic trips we all make - where in hindsight every action, observation or accident seems ripe with meaning.

Colt Studios loves Hawaii, and I love Colt Studios. A volcanic eruption...

Colt Brennan, star Hawai'i footballer heartthrob with too many synchs to list. The big 5 is consistent... Hawaii 5-0.

Oceania was actually the last sexually unashamed "land" on earth. When Tahiti was discovered and subdued by Europe, it became a lodestar for the sexually disenfranchised - the rumors of sexual freedom were intoxicating to Europeans, and so they came, bringing along with them the seed of the islander's destruction - disease.

"and the Europeans saw that the daughters of Tangaroa were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose."

When I visited Hawaii, I was told by the natives that there was no AIDS in the islands! I wondered at the islander's naivety - but now I suspect they were simply channeling a deeper truth - an island represents safety. A refuge from... invasion.

The Pacific Islanders had conquered their entire "solar system" and considered themselves Lords of their Domain. However they were soon to be overcome by an alien invasion - the Europeans - who first appeared to the Islanders as friendly bringers of gifts. It was far too late by the time they finally realized the Europeans desired only conquest... and conversion.

Perhaps an early warning?

This Island Earth

To be continued...

Oct 27, 2008

Obama's Secret

Hot on the tail of the King of Hearts post, where we discovered the "My mom has two dads" archetype as played out in popular culture and ancient myth, we get the rumor floating around that Obama is not ACTUALLY AllObama! Apparently there may (or may not) be birth certificate irregularities and some say Obama wasn't born on American soil (they better hurry up and change that law for Ahnold) but my favorite theory so far is that he's actually the son of Communist sympathizer and all around cool guy Frank Marshall Davis! (Via eLLUMINATI BLOG)

That's pretty wild - considering the name of his rival for the Anointing: John McCAIN! I can see how being the son of Davis might not be such a good thing to disclose if you wanted to become the next leader of the greatest Fascist state the world has ever known... but it makes for excellent theater! Hell, if he's a secret Anarcho/syndicalist then he's got MY vote!

"Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the merger of state and corporate power." - Benito Mussolini

Secret Obama cell/dance bar in Seattle

Oct 23, 2008

Lucifer Snubbed!

Yesterday (Joker Day, Oct. 22) William Shatner lets loose a Youtube diatribe against former Star Trek crew George Takei because he wasn't invited to the (gay) Wedding Party! It's an unprecedented display of pique - the proper way to handle a snub is to pretend to care less - William obviously cares. Will is always and forever James T. Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise and in my symbolic universe, the Lucifer (egoic) archetype. See Edith Keeler Must Die.

Takei has obviously harbored a certain resentment towards William and his constant demanding of the LIMElight. I know the type well - actors are the worst offenders. So maybe Takei figured that THIS ONE DAY was HIS fucking wedding, and he wasn't going to run the risk of Shatner upstaging him yet AGAIN. Given the archetype, Shatner would have tried his damnest.

When he noticed how the guests picked the places of honor at the table, he told them this parable: "When someone invites you to a wedding feast, do not take the place of honor, for a person more distinguished than you may have been invited. If so, the host who invited both of you will come and say to you, 'Give this man your seat.' Then, humiliated, you will have to take the least important place. --Luke 14:7-9

Oct 21, 2008

The Agony and the Ecstasy

From Michael Broderick's Hottlead.

Oct 20, 2008

How to Sell Soap...

From recent comments...

Oct 19, 2008

Sign Language

Oliver the Oztralian Terrier received an interesting gift a few months ago - Sheep No. 55. A promotion of Serta mattress, the sheep are all numbered. Counting sheep is the classic gateway to the dreaming mind, and I am reminded how often sheep are represented in the bible.

Life is full of 55's lately - a "build it and they will come" process, no doubt. 55 could be Venusian twins or quintuplets, and I can find "Five Star Service" everywhere, but to me 55 will always be the hated double nickel: 55mph.

The 55 limit was the product of panicky legislation over the first energy crisis, and a typical political solution sidestepping any actual change in favor of symbolic collective suffering. Kinda like what they did to air travel after 911. Anyway, it got me to thinking that maybe there's a cosmic speed limit on the Bifrost Bridge, and maybe speeding is dangerous!

Last week San Francisco proposed suicide SAFETY NETS for the Golden Gate, which struck me as both wonderfully ironic and oddly comforting.

And then today I passed this little doozy of a warning sign: 25 is 5x5, and note the penalty. Sammy Hagar, I feel your frustration.

I Can't Drive 55 - Sammy Hagar

Oct 17, 2008

The King of Hearts

And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have gotten a man from the LORD.

And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground. --Genesis 4:1-2

My honey has been watching reruns of the 80's megahit - Dynasty. The show was hugely popular nation wide, but it went NOVA in the gay community, with Dynasty parties popping up everywhere, and bars even naming Wednesday 'Dynasty Night'. The reason was Steven Carrington (Al Corley), the first sympathetic and "out" gay character in TV Land.

Steven was the male heir of oil tycoon Blake Carrington (John Forsythe) and his first wife, Alexis (Joan Collins). In the first season, Blake "accidentally" kills Steven's lover, and is put on trial for murder. The surprise witness is his first wife - Alexis, who rides in on her broom to spread enmity wherever she goes.

During the trial, Blake refuses to allow his lawyer to cross-examine Alexis, which leads to him being found guilty. Alexis has a secret that she uses to blackmail Blake, one he even goes to jail to keep. Her secret is that Blake's other child - Fallon - is not actually his. Even worse, the father is his business competitor, Cecil Colby.

We have the mother of two children and two fathers - and suddenly we are back in the Garden. Eve was the mother of both Cain and Abel, and rumors about Cain's true parentage persist. A Dynasty is ALL about inheritance, and we can read the biblical record as a great struggle between sons/families for the inheritance of the Father. Cain vs. Abel, Isaac vs. Ishmael, Esau vs. Jacob, Gentiles vs. Jews. Jesus gives us the Parable of the Prodigal Son.

Joan Collins also played the Eve archetype as Edith Keeler in Star Trek's The City on the Edge of Forever. She had two suiters - McCoy playing Adam and Kirk playing the serpent. See Edith Keeler Must Die. I closed with the interesting comparison of Edith to Diana Spencer - both victims of an automobile "accident". Diana is conflated with Eve. Diana had two sons - William and Harry. Will is certainly his father's son, but rumors about Harry's true father persist. Even at the very heart of the Dragon Throne...

Star Trek's Deanna Troi (of Troy) was also torn between two lovers - William Thomas Riker and Worf (Woof - Sirius resonator), the Klingon. This gets very close to the Nephilim taking wives from the daughters of men, and theories of competitive alien intervention/genetic manipulation. Curiously, Deanna is played by MARINA Sirtis.

Linda Evans (Krystle), the second clone fembot of John Derek spent time with Lemurian/Nephilim channeler J. Z. (Judy Zebra) Knight on her ranch in Yelm, Washington State.

Bringing it all a little too close to home, my partner is the gay son of Jack the NY Jew diamond cutter (recently deceased) and Emelia, his Gentile wife (deceased long ago - cancer). V is the youngest son and recently, rumors about the parentage of the eldest son have come to light. His father may not actually be Jack, but Jack's business partner and close friend! If so, Var would receive the inheritance.

To make it even synchier, Jack's third wife often called herself Krystle - sensing the similarity in their stories. The fractal nature of archetypes... repeating.

Jack married Emelia in a double wedding on Valentine's day, an amazing synch, because V and I also met on Valentine's Day, and we hold that as our anniversary. According to Wikipedia, the Catholic church can't actually pinpoint which St. Valentine the day is named after, and one begins to suspect that Valentine is simply Catholic spin for a much older Pagan holiday - the Feast Day of Cupid, or EROS.

Eros (Greek: Ἔρως), in Greek mythology, was the primordial god of lust, love, and intercourse; he was also worshipped as a fertility deity. His Roman counterpart was Cupid.

According to tradition which was made by Eratosthenes, Eros was principally the patron of male love, while Aphrodite ruled the love between men and women. His statue could be found in the palaestrae or wrestling schools, one of the principal venues for men to associate with their beloveds, and it was to him that the Spartans sacrificed before battle.

Meleager records this role in a poem preserved in the Greek Anthology: "a woman, hurls the fire that maddens men for women; but Eros himself sways the passion for males."

If ever there was a gay God, it would be Eros. In early Greek thought, he is a primeval deity who embodies not only the force of erotic love but also the creative urge of ever-flowing nature, the firstborn Light for the coming into being and ordering of all things in the cosmos.

He sounds a bit like Min, and thus Yahweh. Later on, he became the son of Aphrodite - Venus to the Romans, AKA The Morning Star. The symbols of Cupid are the heart and the bow (Bow Ties anyone?). Diana is the huntress, and Princess Di was called the "Queen of Hearts". To make it all even crazier, Jesus calls HIMSELF the bright Morning Star in Revelations.

London's Picadilly Circus is home to the Shaftsbury (got it, thanks) Memorial - a likeness of Anteros - the twin brother of Eros.

The brother/lover of Eros was Anteros: the god of requited love, literally "love returned," and also the punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others, or the AVENGER of unrequited love. Physically, he is depicted as similar to Eros in every way (his twin), but with long hair and butterfly wings.

Motivated by vengeance?

Oct 10, 2008

On Another Note... It's My Birthday!

I ran across this banner on the web last week, and I saved it because my birthday is Oct. 11. Seems to be an appropriate birthday wish.

Female Trouble

God, what a week. My sister self-destructs, and then Ginger, our "rescue" terrier, takes another bite out of the BF.

I was thinkin' about Sis again. She apparently had this warrant out for her arrest because she was driving under the influence and hit a garbage truck (WM logo, BTW) last year. And instead of going to court and facing up, she ummm, goes to Hawaii INSTEAD! So she gets back, and things seem all fine and she has a lie about everything to make the family think every thing's cool, but secretly the cops have her number, and she knows it! So it eats at her, and eats at her, and she listens to a neighbor who tells her she's looking at at LEAST 5 years in the slammer and the paranoia basically makes her CRAZY!

Truth is, she's not a high priority for Kirkland's Finest, so they never actually get around to her arrest, until yesterday, when she totally FLIPS OUT and starts accusing everyone on her street of NARCING on her to the cops! She does this in her usual demure fashion, which would be SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS in the middle of the street using every profanity ever written!!!

Her timing is perfect, because at the same time a bunch of soccer moms are walking their precious cargo home from school right on that very same street! The mom's freak, and call the cops, who run her name, see the warrants, and come calling. So basically, Melanie's fear caused her to act in a way that caused her worst fear to manifest!

My life is a freakin' movie.

Oct 9, 2008

Keeping Our Heads

My sister has been acting irrationally all week. She's been calling the parents with paranoid delusions of the police being after her, thinking they were staking her out, watching her. I saw her this morning, we crossed paths as we were walking our respective dogs. She asked us some bizarre questions, and she wasn't drunk (unusual in itself) but V and I both commented afterwards that we thought she had finally gone round the bend.

Finally this evening, she makes another panicky call to mom, and according to her boyfriend, she was throwing clothes on the bed, packing, ready to make a run for it! Finally she bolts out of the house onto the street, running smack into the cops!

As it turns out, she had a bench warrant out for her arrest from last year (stemming from a DUI), and the ever speedy Kirkland Keystone Cops had finally come for her. So she wasn't paranoid delusional after all... she was telling the truth!

Stemming from my Rocket Research last month, I found that Alan Arkin (who had played Peevy Peabody - the airplane mechanic who made the rocket/grail actually work) starred in the 1979 cult classic The In-Laws, along with Peter Falk. Falk plays Vince Recardo, who tells hysterically exaggerated tales of his (CIA) consulting work in 1954 Guatemala. Arkin plays Sheldon Kornpett, mild-mannered Manhattan dentist.

As the adventures of Sheldon (Alan Arkin) and Vince become more outlandish, Sheldon becomes convinced that Vince is also insane. Still somehow he cannot abandon Vince, perhaps due to the impending marriage of their children, or perhaps due to his general decency, and goes along with his crazy schemes, having his life threatened on more than one occasion. --Wikipedia

Sheldon eventually realizes that Vince has been telling the truth about everything, and it all works out well (and profitably) for them both!

There's a lesson in there somewhere.

Oct 7, 2008

Smashing Pumpkins

Halloween is the essential gay holiday. I think its because of the dress up thing - every queen is an Actress at heart, and a role is a role, no matter how small. Halloween parties are fun because everyone there is playing an archetype. Which IMHO is what everyone is doing 24/7 ANYWAY, but at a Halloween party it's all right out in the open! Thinking back over a few of my more memorable costumes, I've been an alien robot as a child, a bee, a soldier in high heels (my feet swore "Never again!") One year a friend and I went as Mummies (you know, sexy mummies...) He was a recovering Mormon, so we were some crazy Egyptian/Aztec duo, or something.

Thanks to the House of Vader, (which is doing one Halloween post a day 'til the Great Pumpkin Day), I watched Disney's version of the Hudson River classic: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It's a tale of two men in competition for a wealthy and beautiful woman - in other words - the story of Troy and the War of Heaven all over again. This little coquet is named Katrina, and her charms sweep like a hurricane through tiny Sleepy Hollow, devastating every male. The competition eventually thins to two suiters - Ichabod Crane, the physically awkward but socially elegant schoolteacher, and Abraham "Brom Bones" Van Brunt, his polar opposite.

You might say that Ichabod represents the lofty head of science, learning, social graces and artistic skill (the left brain), while Brom represents the head down under - the swaggering rogue with bone (the right brain). We know from the very start of this competition that Katrina has already chosen Brom, but she uses Ichabod as a foil - to make Brom prove his love. Brom devises a plan (uses his head) to scare the shit out of Ichabod, appearing as the headless horseman. Brom lures Ichabod into his realm - the right brain, with a frightening ghost story. Ichabod, being easily frightened (as the left, ego-centric brain always is) soon finds himself mired in the dream-like dark forest of Imagination Land, where everything symbolizes something else.

It is there that Ichabod meets the headless horseman, holding a flaming pumpkin aloft for a head! He chases the schoolmaster, threatening him with a great sword, desiring his decapitation! Ichabod (ego) flees, and as he crosses the bridge (the Corpus Callosum, Rainbow Bridge, Stargate etc.) to left brain safety - where the headless horseman cannot cross - the flaming pumpkin is hurled across the bridge, straight at Ichabod.

In the morning, Ichabod (the egoic brain) has disappeared, leaving behind a smashed pumpkin on the road. Brom Bones marries Katrina (Grail signifier) and Ichabod is never heard from again.

As a tall and awkwardly skinny teenager, I always identified with Ichabod - I think plenty of gay men do. Yet gay porn is full of Brom Bones, not Ichabods, and I think we see Katrina's side - a hunk is a hunk - and all the art in the Louvre is still a poor substitute. Yet a brute is just a brute, and it seem to me that a civilized brute is what grrrlz really want...

I think gay men are attempting this bridging between heads. I am privileged to follow several gay bloggers who alternate posts of profound intellectual insight with posts of profound turpitude. We're getting our heads together!

Manhattan is a rather excellent metaphor of this bridging - or was. Before the clean up, it was a city brimming with sexual danger and artistic virtuosity - Oscar Wilde in a sling - hot!

Sleepy Hollow is a Dutch (Netherlands) settlement, as was Manhattan. Netherlands = "underland", which is close enough to the land down under to make the point. Amsterdam is also well-known as a sexual "crossroads" - another town of canals (rivers) and bridges.

Men At Work: The Land Down Under

I come from a land down under, Where women glow and men plunder! Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, You better take cover!

Oct 5, 2008

The Sacrifice of Isaac

"Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.

"Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."

The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time and said, "I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."

Image via Doug at Unnatural Devotions

Oct 4, 2008

Caution: Falling Angels!

I ran across this great NYT article about the credit crisis, detailing some of the behind the scenes panic in the top echelons of the financial world.

In the stock market, Mr. Ehrlich of UBS was horrified by the plunge of Morgan Stanley’s shares, given the stellar earnings. “It felt like there was no ground beneath your feet,” he said. “I didn’t know where it was going to end.”

Morgan Stanley fell victim to short sellers - those who profit by betting against a stock's value.

Meeting with staff members Thursday morning as the stock plunged further — hitting a low of $11.70 midday — Mr. Mack said: “Listen. I know everybody is anxious about the stock price. I’m not selling any shares, and neither is my team. But I understand if you’re nervous and want to sell some shares.” Some did. (The company said fewer than one-third of employees sold stock that day.)

A third of the angels fell from heaven in the Great War. My theory is that it was all about XTC bills. Maybe God and the angels had built this massive pyramid scheme, and somehow it suffered a great crisis in confidence! Maybe God was off-shoring XTC production to the third (dimension) world, or something.

On a related theme, David at the House of Vader (who is channeling hot Sith Lord Realness) has officially banished all angels from his blog!

And even weirder is that we're supposed to get aliens/angels descending on/in Alabama in a few weeks! (via Todd at Through the Looking Glass).

I meant to do that!

Oct 2, 2008

E Machine

This image surfaced at Roids and Rants this week. Peel your eyes away from the rutting beef to contemplate the logo: the diamond-shaped Welcome to Las Vegas sign transformed into synchy goodness.

Diamond: echo of the pyramid, which symbolizes the geometric shape of ISness.

Las Vegas: New World Giza and home of the infamous LV Wedding. A very early gosporn article examined the Casino motif in homoerotic fiction.

The Wedding Party: "The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son." - Matthew 22:2

A few years ago I swear I thought Zeb Atlas was the Second Coming. I mean, who has a name like that? The combo of some obscure Patriarch and ATLAS? Zebediah means "gift of Jehovah". Zeb IS giving it good - and he does have the body of a god.

Giving/receiving ecstasy is what it's all about. Human beings are ecstasy creating MACHINES. Machines CREATED to create ecstasy. Oh darn, the ONE thing I really want to do is my fucking JOB! I'm such a total slacker!

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