Dec 31, 2009

Perfect Timing

“Hey coach, what time is it?“ “You mean right now?” --Yogi Berra

Thoughts always turn to time at the turn of the new year - retrospectives, predictions and resolutions. Like Janus/Saturn, we sit on the cusp of a new beginning, looking both backwards and forwards in time over a new year, decade, century and millennium.

Even the heavens lend a certain gravity to the occasion, with this new year falling on a Blue Moon, accompanied by a lunar eclipse.

Over the last decade, the red glow of the digital clock radio has become a constant companion and even Oracle. Entire websites have been created out of the magical 11:11 (double H) that we all see from time to time. I’ve been seeing a lot of 1:44, and 11:44, 4:14, 4:41, etc. this year. That’s a reference to the infamous 144,000 of St. John’s mushroom Revelation, AKA 12 x 12, or 12:12 in clock radio language. AKA December 2012, the ending/reboot of the Mayan long count. I remember how mushroom eating Jeff Fairhall was certain that the galactic intelligence we call Creator would insist on making himself known to everyone on the planet by 2012. A cosmic deadline.

Var and I spent Christ Mas at the family cabin on Hood Canal - the spiritual center of my universe. We had wonderful weather, a full week of brilliant son/sunshine, and it was interesting how the constellation of Orion sat front and center in the night sky - Lord of the heavens, so to speak. We even passed a Delorean time machine on the road. On Christmas Eve we partied, drank, smoked and talked late into the evening, and when we finally made it to bed, the ancient Zenith brand clock radio light was blinking at me, needing a reset.

I thought woah. Pyramidal capstones and lighting bolts, all wrapped into one tidy logo!

I turned that damned black box over and over in my hands, trying to find the Time Reset button. I felt like a monkey, turning it over with no real understanding! Finally, I see a hidden panel! I flip it up to reveal the “hidden knowledge” of the Cosmic Cube, and I reset the time! Christ if only.

But the most amazing thing about the clock was that it was stamped with a manufacturing number:

And suddenly the lightning bolt hit, and I realized that for this clock, it is ALWAYS 1:44, or 12:12. The eternal singularity of NOW! The one and only miniscule fraction of spacetime that Saturn doesn’t rule. In fact, Saturn is actually MADE by the Now Mfg Co., China.

Maybe it is always 2012, and I just need to open the hidden door.

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. --Rev 3:20

Happy New Year, everyone. May this be your year to make contact.

Dec 22, 2009

Merry Fishmas

This Christmas is really turning into one to remember. Besides the gift of Varen’s new health to celebrate (the best present I ever got!) our neighbor (a fundamentalist Christian fisherman) gave us a gift of FISH for Christmas, which naturally had me writing “Thanks for all the fish!” on his Christmas card.

The dolphins leave their card

He gave us line-caught pelagic species from his latest deep sea fishing expedition: Yellow Fin Tuna (dolphin safe), Yellow Tail Amberjack (Which is NOT a TRUE tuna but is also known as the King Fish in Australian waters), and Mahi Mahi, which is Hawaiian for Dolphin Fish (not to be confused with the dolphin aquatic mammal) and interestingly the Spanish name is Dorado - gilded. Amber is also golden in hue.

Yellowfin Tuna

Dolphin fish, Mahi Mahi, Dorado

Yellowtail, Amberjack, King Fish

Which gives me a triple yellow/solar synch sitting frozen in my freezer right now, each with hilarious naming convolutions that echo the naming, misnaming and renaming of the mythical archetypes down through the ages. So naturally, that tingles my Spidy sense.

Amber is also the color of child abduction - the AMBER Alert. Funny how the siren looks like a yellow FISH tail.

Starbucks, the famously Seattle brand of coffee, uses twin-tailed Melusine in their logo, and mermaids are SIRENS - warning of danger. WTF? I’ve had synch warnings like this before, and I invariably completely misinterpret them, so not really keen on my gift of prophecy! But with or without dimly perceived fog horn warnings, the fish sign runs through mythology like a freight train - from Jesus’ “fisher’s of men” to the Merovingian Quinotaur and Fisher King, to the Dagon fish-gods... and everywhere in between. Even P.K. Dick, the Isaiah of our time, became literally conscious of VALIS via the SUN glinting off a Christian/Dagon FISH symbol!

Those pics are all pretty old hat, but my neighbor has this one in his front yard:

It's this big!

Speaking of inflatable Christmas lawn decorations, I just gotta say... proof of the nadir of American culture, ‘nuf said.

But check it out: We have Santa (the mushroom Avatar) on a green boat (or starship, if you prefer), which could be symbolic of Osiris' journey back from the Underworld, a cyclical event celebrated and anticipated via Winter Solstice feasts since before even the Egyptians, with Christmas being the modern example. On his journey he fishes (for men?), and the elves are measuring (judging) the catch! Almost like Jesus and Osiris judging the souls of the dead! But what exactly are they measuring? Some say righteousness, but I’d say that is a rather subjective word. What is “right” in the eyes of an elf?

Hermey (Hermes, Thoth - knowledge) the elf and his amanita mushroom resonating reindeer.

Since we all know elves are gay from the Christmas classic ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’, it stands to reason that cock-size is probably what they are measuring! The single-minded Size Queens of Santa/Osiris! Maybe the Trouser Trout is the Right Whale. God, maybe size really DOES matter!!

I’m like, Oh fuck. I always suspected my sperm whale was a tadpole, and now even the elves are gonna laugh at it! Funny how Doug had a dream on a similar theme this week...

Last night I dreamed I was being interviewed to be a room mate in a new flat. The guy interviewing me (who looked very much like a King Herod-esque version of one of my former room mates in Manhattan) had only one question "How big is your cock?"

Not really sure about the point of all the above, but Merry Christmas everyone, and may we all measure up in the new year!

Dec 19, 2009

On Dancer, On Prancer...

I know I've posted this before, but I think it will become a holiday favorite at Gosporn, kind of like "It's a Wonderful Life". The gayest dance mashup ever: "I Just Wanna Fuckin' Dance".

Dec 12, 2009

Rhapsody in Two

Thuth at Conspiracy Grimoire asked me in a recent comment to think about Solomon's Temple in a wider context. So here goes...

Solomon's temple was built to enshrine the Shekinah - the Holy of Holies, the glory of the Divine presence. Solomon's temple was flanked (or guarded) by two columns - Joachim and Boaz. Jachin (Joachim) means "Justice." Boaz means "Mercy." In other words, the eternal conflict of a dualistic Godhead. Will you be serving mercy or justice today, sir?

I'll take it one step further and suppose that since Solomon is synonymous with wisdom, that the "temple" is the human brain, the two towers represent the left and right lobes, and the Holy of Holies is the Pineal gland - the internal stargate and intermediary. It's bio-cosmic! I'll also suggest that the "temple" is our idea of who or what God "is" at any stage of our cultural evolution. And that's why the temple keeps getting destroyed and rebuilt, because our concept of God keeps changing. "Mind blowing", so to speak.

Pattern: temple creation - desecration - destruction - new temple. It happens over and over again - we're always working on our next temple. One of my most consistent mythic inspirations is the Trojan War, and I recall how the Greek desecration of a temple is rather central to the story - Odyssey One.

Even Jesus famously defiled the temple. He angrily tossed out the money changers. Just to make certain, he rends the curtain of the Holy of Holies in two with a thunderclap (Yay Zeus!!) Jesus was also always defiling the Sabbath (healing the lame on Saturday - the nerve!) a temple rebel, one might say.

Samson defiled the Dagon temple by bringing down two columns, heralding a new temple - a new idea of God.

Freemasons call themselves the inheritors of the Knights Templar - the knights of the temple. If anyone knows about Solomon's Temple, it would probably be they. Considering the synchy evidence that Masonic Manhattan is the symbolic New Jerusalem, it is no great leap to suppose those Freemasons might build a temple or dozen? Manhattan makes the Giza plateau look like a cheap strip (Dubai) mall!

If we can see New York as Jerusalem, then we can also see the World Trade Center as the modern temple complex, and the twin towers as Joachim and Boaz. Which properly places 911 in the mythic framework of the destruction of the temple. Hate to say it, End Timers, but Solomon's third temple was destroyed on September 11, 2001. It's later than you think.

Which means that our idea of God was also destroyed then. It was almost like... the end of the world.

Considering that the World Trade Center was essentially a temple of prostitution for the Almighty Dollar, maybe no huge surprise?

A temple destruction/apocalypse is the signpost of Revelation - a new idea of God being born into human consciousness. Lucky us, witnesses to the event.

When the Twin Towers fell, I pretty much followed my programming and sought out answers from the unusual sources, which involved a lot of Prison Planet and Fundamentalist End Times sites. (I always had to go in as an undercover homo to the fundie sites), but anyway, that was a space I lived in for about three years after 911. Not a happy place. And then I met Jeff Fairhall, had the ego-death thing, and eventually started blogging about this shit on Gosporn.

I think I'm STILL following my programming (nature or nurture). I'm coming up with alternative ideas of who and what God is. So are many thousands of others. Eventually one will stick, and we'll have our new temple - probably same as the old temple. But here and right now - in between temples - there is a lot of room for interpretation. It's like the human hive mind has been blown wide open - it's 70 AD all over again! A pretty cool place to be.

Dec 9, 2009

Red Star Active

Picked up some Red Star brand Active Dry Yeast at the market today, and came back to find this gem - from Red Dawn 2010. Unfortunately, I doubt if we can rely on the People's Liberation Army to do our job for us.

Obligatory gay porn synch:

Dec 7, 2009

An Early Christmas Present

Wow! I just found a stash of Tom Orr videos on Youtube. Tom Orr is basically the Court Jester of the gays. A brilliant satirist (or is that satyrist?), performer, song writer - Tom makes us laugh at ourselves, and finds the common humanity within... a common wealth of inspiration.

From Dirty Little Showtunes:

I Love Men

I Am the Very Model of a Modern Homosexual

Remember, Remember the Seventh of December

Today is the anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor - the "911" of WWII. Probably don't want to go too far down that rabbit hole.

Dec 6, 2009

Twenty Helens Agree

I've been grooving on apocalypse "literature" lately. This cover is a classic: Twenty experts explain it all for us. The bio-hazard sign over the Borg green background, DNA spiral helix all crowned by a mushroom/ring/bomb. This is how Cosmic Consciousness is perceived by ego.

Everybody run, the homecoming queen's gotta gun!

Downtown Julie Brown - before MTV.

She did it for Johnny

Note: At the very end, you just KNOW it was the drag queen who took her tiara.

Dec 5, 2009

Apollyon Rising 2012

Finally. The 2012 hysteria machine is really getting into gear.

BTW, your Apollyon Gym membership renewal is past due. Please remit at once to avoid Armageddon.

The Abysmal Fitness Team

Dec 4, 2009

Bring It On

My neighbor has been blowing leaves for hours. The demonic whine pierces the walls of my house and the skull of my head, even earplugs can't block it. He stops occasionally - to refill the gas tank. He blows to protect his investment - a bank owned quarter acre that he never could quite afford, especially now. He works all day and so does his wife, to pay interest on the loan - for the rest of his life. He would like to spend his time otherwise, but the bank needs blood - must be fresh.

When we were living on San Juan Island, I decided to go to a Sustainability Conference at the local fairgrounds. A conference carefully managed by local realtors and banks. I was like, "Dudes! Haven't you read Ishmael"? You can't 'loan' yourself out of this one.

The sons of Cain have ruled and ruined the earth for as long as history. Their weapon is control. Money, media, mostly just food. Gain no weight without a piece of eight.

Build that pyramid, slave boy!!

Sometimes it all gets too much for me, and I walk outside and stare up into the dull gray sky and ask: "How long, oh Lord?"

The Mark of Cain

After Cain killed Abel, he was given a mark of protection:

Today you are driving me from the land, and I will be hidden from your presence; I will be a restless wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me."

But the LORD said to him, "Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over." Then the LORD put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him. So Cain went out from the LORD's presence and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden. --Genesis 4:14-16

WTF? Why does the murderer get a magic mark of protection? Hell, I don't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the role Cain was to play. Which history proves, has been the role of unbridled ego made flesh. Hercules unchained, so to speak. Secretly (OK, not so secretly, since I blog about it) I wonder if Cain had to build something, some "Great Work". Something like a pyramid or a tower, or like a rocket. Something like... oh I dunno... a stargate?!

Maybe VALIS knew that a bunch of peace loving, pot smoking hippie types would never get around to building a stargate. It's just not our nature. So he gave that nature to Cain. And Cain has been really busy. In just ten thousand years or so, he's gone from a skull smashing ape to an atom smashing... ape. And now he's smashing particles in the Large Hadron Collider that even Cain admits is "Looking for the God Particle". In the infamous words of Madeleine Albright - maybe God thought "the price was worth it".

In a small way, my next door neighbor, blowing the leaves, annoying the shit out of me, paying the banks, is contributing to (or rather, is coerced into contributing) the Great Work of Cain, which IS the stargate.

I was actually heartened by the strange fact that the Hadron Collider (starting up again on 11/20) seemed almost to summon a Shiva archetype - a "gate crasher" to the State Dinner on 11/24. The most paranoid and self-satisfied venue in the world, and Shiva's trident waltzes in as if it was a scene from Wedding Crashers. In true illusion shattering style, the Salahis held up an outrageously unflattering mirror to the sycophants of Capitol Hill.

The mystical aura around CERN continues to grow. It has suffered set back after set back, to the point where one frustrated physicist publicly wondered if it was trying to sabotage itself from the future! Early November saw it put out of action by a errant piece of baguette - dropped by a bird. I am reminded that the first line of the Lord's Prayer (an invocation for God to return to earth) is "Give us this day our daily bread".

In a perfect co-mingling of NASA crypto-science and Masonic mystery religion (Secret Sun would say "same thing"), Tom Hanks (of Apollo 11 and DaVinci Code fame) was invited last year to push the START button. The machine has also been accused of being capable of destroying the earth via creation of black holes. Speculation on the immense project's "true purpose" continues to mount, and one does have to agree that the "moonshot" style budget and effort invites speculation.

It almost seems like CERN is a new tower of Babel, Great Pyramid and Atlantean stargate, all rolled into one. I wonder if Cain realizes what kind of matches he's playing with.

Updated 12/5.

Dec 1, 2009

Act Up

Today is International AIDS Day. Coincidentally, it is also the day that Var finally got his meds. 01/12/2009 = 11 22 9 = 42.

This image is by Keith Haring, died of AIDS at 31, on 2/16/90. I'll leave the red cross symbolism to you.

Nov 29, 2009

Gate Crashers

I think it's funny/creepy how CERN gets its StarGATE colliding again, and within days Obama gets a visit from a GATE crasher. Who is dressed exactly like a Nordic Shiva - AKA the Destroyer? Obama, don't look into her blue devil eyes!!! Damn. Too late.

" I am become Death (Shiva), the destroyer of worlds..." --physicist Robert Oppenheimer of the Manhattan Project

Nov 25, 2009

Focus Pocus

Is that a pyramid in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

Given the major Horus signifiers I'm seeing lately, the "hard-on" wing sail of the BMW/Oracle America's Cup challenger being the most obvious, I am also seeing a deluge of butts on my favorite gay porn sites. Not that butts aren't always a major feature, but it just seems like suddenly, everyone is a top, and all we want to look at is rosy pink hole. WTF?

I'm reminded of Aleister Crowley's piquant definition of the "Eye of Horus".

"Oh, how superior is the Eye of Horus to the Mouth of Isis!" - Aleister Crowley

Which oddly enough, sounds an awful lot like King David's exclamation of adoration for Jonathan:

Very pleasant wast thou to me; Wonderful was thy love to me, Above the love of women! --2 Samuel 1:26

The sun really DOES shine out his ass.

It began with the latest Titan Studio anal-fest called "Eye Contact". Even ADMIRE got into the down under action this week. But it took Doug at Unnatural Devotions to really bring it home. Doug was doing his usual bang up job of porn reviews, giving a blow by blow description of Liberate Studios RogereD:

"his ass, creamy as a nougat, mouth-wateringly round and smooth, becomes the focal point..."

The FOCAL POINT!? Or is that fecal point? Whatever. Make your sniggering school boy scatological jokes elsewhere, this is serious synchromystic investigation we are doing here at Gosporn!!

The focal point of an image is the point where the eye chooses to linger - a mostly unconscious "decision". There is much diagraming and vectoring in art schools on the subject. The most obvious example of a focal point is in vanishing point perspective, see exhibit A.

Exhibit A

Which brings us around to Exhibit B - the single most famous example of vanishing point perspective in all of collective consciousness, accomplished from within the single "eye" of the Millennium Falcon! An eye that, now that we mention it, has a certain charming resemblance to the segmented muscular rings of... the nether regions.

Exhibit B

Summing up: Horus + asshole = lightspeed, or in today's popular idiom: stargate. To paraphrase the Dark Lord:

"Do not underestimate the power of the backside."


I apologize in advance for offending the sensibilities of DWS (dear web surfer). I attempted to censer the unbelievably hot Titan Men image as best I could.

Via (not making this up):

The EYE OF HORUS has a very specific meaning. The eye is represented as a figure with 6 parts. These 6 parts correspond to the six senses - Touch, Taste, Hearing, Thought, Sight, Smell. These are the 6 parts of the *eye*. The eye is the RECEPTOR of *input*. It has these six doors, to receive data.

The construction of the eye follows very precise laws. The senses are ordered according to their importance. And according to how much energy must be *eaten* by the *eye* for an individual to receive a particular sensation. All of the sensory data input is *food*.

In the Ancient Egyptian measurement system, the EYE OF HORUS represented a fractional quantification system to measure parts of a whole.

Nov 22, 2009

Don't Stop Believing

I was going to post a major diatribe this week, feeling the weight of the world on me, when Var had a few good days, and it seemed like the clouds lifted a little. So I smoked a little bowl and I had the most wonderful idea for a marketable design concept, and my mind has been happily focused on that, rather than the end of the world. Now I want the world to continue for a little bit longer... curious.

I sometimes wonder if the End of the World will happen when enough souls on planet Earth wish it to end. Say 51%, but I don't know - global consciousness is probably not a democracy. According to doctrine - we dream our world into existence. Wouldn't it be interesting if the world ended when everyone finally lost faith in the dream?

Now that all our conventional dreams have turned to sand, it becomes difficult to find one to believe in. Jeff Wells at Rigorous Intuition asks where is faith (real faith, not just denial) in the future to be found? Certainly not in what passes for religion or science these days, and not even at RI.

I always turn to either porn or scripture for inspiration, and tonight I have both - the story of Sodom. There is a wonderful scene in Genesis 18 that has Abraham bargaining with God over the fate of Sodom. God says he has heard about the great wickedness of the city, and plans to destroy it. Abraham asks God if he will destroy the righteous with the wicked, and throws out a wild number:

Then Abraham approached him and said: "Will you sweep away the righteous with the wicked? What if there are fifty righteous people in the city? Will you really sweep it away and not spare the place for the sake of the fifty righteous people in it? Far be it from you to do such a thing—to kill the righteous with the wicked, treating the righteous and the wicked alike. Far be it from you! Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?"

God easily agreed, and Abraham suddenly feared he had bid too high. He keeps winnowing down the price until finally it is just 10 righteous men.

Be that as it may, God found less than 10. He did find Lot (Abraham's bro) and he sent a few angels to get him the hell out of town before the bomb fell. I wonder if Sodom wasn't having some kind of existential crisis back then... a total breakdown of faith in a viable future. Maybe they had their own version of global warming/nukes/insane Neocons/Peak Oil/etc. Faith isn't just about wacky religious doctrine. Faith, or confidence, is what gives us the strength to get out of bed every morning! Hit it, Julie:

I Have Confidence! The Sound of Music

Apparently, The Id will keep our world in His imagination as long as there are at least 10 people who still believe in it. Or maybe less, but definitely more than just one. More than a Lot. I'm afraid my faith has its ups and downs. But for both our sakes, don't you lose yours. Don't stop believing. The universe may depend on it.

Don't Stop Believing - Glee. (The gay clowns/clones of G*D)

And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth? Luke 18:7-8

Nov 16, 2009

Conjuction Junction

What's your function?

That "Say A Little Prayer" lip-synching video you mentioned was very disturbing yet hot at the same time... --via the Bee Keeper

Nov 13, 2009

Spirit of the Lord Upon Joker

I was doing some research lately into the Jewish word Shekhinah, which wikipedia translates as "the dwelling or settling place of God, especially the Temple of Jerusalem". Before the temple, the Israelites would cart God around in a golden box - the Ark of the Covenant, which would lay waste to the enemies of the Chosen People.

We saw the terrible power of the Shekhinah during CNN's gleeful reporting of the "Shock and Awe" campaign against Baghdad at the beginning of the 2003 invasion of Iraq, which I now believe had more to do with revenge for the Babylonian captivity than alleged WMD or oil. Sorry Neb, payback is a bitch.

Anyhoo, looking at the pic that accompanies the wikipedia Shekhinah entry: King David with the Spirit upon him I notice the severed head of Goliath in the foreground, and besides the fact that he's the spitting image of Saddam Hussein, I couldn't help but be reminded of another image featuring a decapitated head - Heath Ledger's Joker. Symbolically, the decapitated head represents ego-death. It is the victory of Id over Ego, the I Am over the mind's illusionary concepts of I Was and I Will. The temporary state of ego-death consciousness was accomplished by the ancients via the intake or "anointing" of entheogens such as the famous Amanita mushroom.

In the image of David on the left, it is easy to see: the gold crown represents the magic mushroom of Kosmic Konsciousness - the spirit of the Lord upon him. The result is the death of his own ego, represented by the giant Goliath, brought down by a tiny, pineal gland sized stone. David sings inspired psalms in celebration of this event, represented by the harp.

But what about the image on the right? What the hell does the Joker have to do with the heroic King David? I'm suspecting that the collective human subconscious is even darker than I thought, and like Dionysus, I need a guide through this strange Underworld. Tonight, I nominate Heath Ledger as my guide - my Prosymnus.

Before Heath Ledger became the Joker, he was a knight. Heath played Sir William Thatcher in A Knight's Tale. With his handsomeness and tousled blond lion's mane, I can't help but associate him with the King of Judah - the Lion King. "He will rock you" pretty much nails it.

David was a humble shepherd, a herder, the preferred profession of the mushroom God. Perhaps that is because the shepherds were always grazing on mushrooms, along with their flock? In Brokeback Mountain, Heath Ledger plays a cowboy, a herder, but a herder with a difference.

Like King David before him, Heath Ledger's character of Ennis del Mar had a homosexual love affair. David's affair was with Jonathan, the son of Saul and the royal heir of the Kingdom of Judah. It was an affair doomed from the beginning, with court intrigue and royal pressure for an heir all getting in the way, and Jonathan finally died in battle. However, it can be said that Jonathan was David's "first love". Like David and Jonathan, the love of Ennis and Jack Twist was doomed from the beginning by social pressures and internalized homophobia, and the parallels with the biblical story of David and Jonathan run through the script like a ghost, even to the violent death of Jonathan/Jack.

I deliberately bring your attention to Heath Ledger's role as a Knight and to ideas of Middle Ages heraldry, because the Anglo Saxon version of the heroic David archetype is King Arthur. King Arthur is also called the Once and Future King. From the mushroom inspired ravings of St. John the Revelator, we have this remarkable line:
The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and will come up out of the Abyss and go to his destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world will be astonished when they see the beast, because he once was, now is not, and yet will come. -- Rev 8:17
The modern state of Israel carries the Star of David as their heraldic standard - so in a symbolic sense they are acting out the prophetic archetype of the Once and Future King.

I have previously noted the odd homoerotic tension between the Batman and the Joker. It's like a sick and twisted version of David and Jonathan, or Ennis and Jack. It is obvious that David and the Joker are the same image, but one is dark and one is light - the Joker represents the dark side of King David! Both images together represent duality, yin and yang, good and evil.

I'd like to thank Heath for being my guide through Hades, but unfortunately, like Prosymnus, he has died.

When the wine god Dionysus went to Hades to rescue his mother Semele, Prosymnus guided him to the entrance by rowing him to the middle of the lake. The reward demanded by Prosymnus for this service was the right to make love to Dionysus. However, when Dionysus returned to earth by a different route, he found that Prosymnus had meanwhile died. Dionysus kept his promise by carving a piece of fig wood into the shape of a phallus and used it to ritually fulfill his promise to Prosymus, while seated on his tomb.

Nov 11, 2009

Grail Racing: The Phallic Oracle

Giving the Swiss the finger since 2009

The 33rd America's Cup just keeps giving. Team BMW Oracle yesterday(11/10) unveiled their secret weapon - a massive hard wing sail, the largest ever made for a sailboat, bigger even than a 747 wing! This story is HUGE in sailing circles, the yachting internet is basically glued to the spectacle 24/7.

The first Sailing Anarchy post announcing this was entitled 'Get Hard'. The wing resonates hawks, eagles and Horus, and wouldn't you know it, just a few days before that, the massive trident resonating racing yacht was dismasted - breaking its carbon mast in two! Which gives us a symbolic castration of Osiris, followed by a glorious, Phoenix-like rebirth of the sun/son! The yacht is built entirely out of carbon, which is also the essential building block of life found within the DNA of all Creation.

But it gets even better, because the "erection" of the wing mast/phallus was accomplished in San Diego harbor, home of a gigantic military base of MARINES. The Marines - soldiers of Mary, or as the Egyptians called her, Isis. Recall that Larry Ellis, the founder of Oracle Corp, took his name from a tiny island/temple off Manhattan dedicated to a 33m tall image of Isis, this is what I wrote last year on Dec 23:

Anyway, this 33rd running promises to be a spectacle of spectacles, beginning with the perps: Larry Ellison, (A Russian Jew who's father literally took the name of Ellis Island as his own upon immigration) of Oracle Corporation, born Aug 17, 1944 in Manhattan. In 2003, Larry married Melanie Craft (a romance novelist with a name that synchs both Melusine and Masonry) in a wedding ceremony that included Apple CEO Steve Jobs as official wedding photographer. Larry co-owns with David Geffen the megayacht "Rising Sun". Oy vey!

In other words, Isis has found her husband's phallus.

Just for us: please, please let them paint the Eye of Horus on that wing. But the little blue and white (psilocybin colors) BMW quartered circle on that "hawk-nosed" bow comes pretty close...

Nov 8, 2009

The Wandering Who?

A nation is a group of people united by a common mistake regarding its origin and a collective hostility towards its neighbours. --Karl W. Deutsch

Gilad Atzmon is one of my favorite bloggers. An alto sax playing jazz musician of Jewish descent, he sheds light on the murky darkness that surrounds Zionist politics in both Israel and within the halls of American power. It is impossible to understand global events without understanding the central role that Zionism plays within it, and Gilad challenges all of the Zionist's most cherished sacred cows, from the Diaspora to the Holocaust, to the very existential definition of what it means to be Jewish. Gilad would be called a "self-hating Jew" by Zionism, which really means that he hates what being Jewish has come to represent, mainly due to the Zionist attempt to turn a spiritual book into a real estate sales brochure.

As an American who was raised on ideals of personal freedom and democracy, and a Christianity more concerned with feeding the poor than bombing the infidel, I feel his pain. I have become a "self-hating American", who hates what his country and his religion have come to represent.

As a gay man, I've noticed the many parallels between the Jews and the Gays - often the subject of gosporn posts. We are a "People" who were once despised, but grow politically more powerful every day. We both have a mythical story about when we consciously became a people: Stonewall for the Gays and the flight from Egypt for the Jews. We both have our own "temples", ghettos, peculiar customs and ways of dress (ha!). We both have experienced periods of walking in the wilderness and persecution, even rubbing triangles in the same WWII concentration camps. We both have survived in spite of all that, even flourished. Like Jews we were once homeless, but with Provincetown, Key West and Palm Springs (all religious signifiers, BTW) and especially San Francisco and Manhattan, gays certainly now have turf.

And that makes me worry. Because I don't want my People to follow too closely in the footsteps of those Peoples who have gone before. I don't want "wars for the homos", or the equivalent of gay Zionism. I don't want to have to become a "self-hating queer".

Highly Recommended: Gilad Aztsmon's book review of The Invention of the Jewish People, by Shlomo Sand: The Wandering Who?

Nov 5, 2009

A Mess in Texas

The Texas synchs began last week. It was like crazy, one odd Texas reference after another, several per day. Even John referenced Texas in his comment on the previous America's Cup post. I really began paying attention after God's Amongst Men posted some more great pics of my favorite Dionysus resonator - Armon Adibi. Armon is from Dallas, and he lists his ethnicity on his social networking page as "Middle Eastern."
Also last Saturday, Var and I decided to make a spontaneous trip out to HOOD Canal. While there we made salad dressing with Balsamic vinegar, and had this whole strange discussion about balsam and what made vinegar "balsamic".
Today a gunman opened fire in Fort Hood, Texas - 12 soldiers dead and 31 wounded. Army psychiatrist MAJOR Malik Nadal Hasan is the leading suspect. Born in Virginia, and of Middle Eastern decent.
As Loren Coleman notes, today is Guy Fawkes day - "Remember, remember the 5th of November"! Guy Fawkes was the one framed in a plot to blow up the King and Parliament. He was the scapegoat, the fall guy.
Last night I had a dream with Farrah in it!? Don't remember much, she was just hanging out in my subconscious for some reason. Remember how her ex, Lee MAJORS, starred in the TV series The Fall Guy, playing a Hollywood stunt man.
Update 11/6: Farrah pimped Wella Balsam shampoo in 1977 print commercials.

It's as if the synchs have stopped winking and have begun seriously yelling: "Pay attention!" I have a feeling this event has some pretty major conspiracy tentacles attached to it - either literally or figuratively. I wonder if sometimes major events in the time stream send shock waves back through time, which we read as "premonition". Not to be alarmist, or anything.

Remember, remember, the 22 of November.
UPDATE 11/7: Thuth over at Conspiracy Grimoire has a new article up about the Fort Hood Massacre: Fort Hood Psyop Gone Wrong : Nidal Malik Hasan’s Monarch Programming Goes Haywire. Given the amazing coincidence that the tragedy occurred on Guy Fawkes day, it makes me wonder if Major Hasan wasn't intended to be Obama's assassin. A "disgruntled" officer of Palestinian decent with a few (CIA planted) ties to Iran, and voila! The War on Terror is back in business.
I just recalled another strange synch from our trip out to Hood Canal. We had stopped to pick up a few groceries in Tacoma and we followed an SUV out of the parking lot with a license plate that read BLACKOPS.
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