Raquel Welch proving that nothing beats the 70's for esoteric Ancient Astronaut realness.
Bonus Synch: the sculptures featured in the video were part of the Ruta de la Amistad public sculpture project at the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City.
When an inner process can not be integrated it is often projected outward. The notion of a materialized psychism opens a bottomless void beneath our feet. --C. G. Jung, Flying Saucers
I've been musing about the Jewish Question again, mainly because of the undeniable swelling of anti-Semitism in the blog zeitgeist. The Jew controlled media, Jew controlled liberals, Jew controlled Neocons, etc. Tending always to imagine worst-case scenarios, I was doing a bit of research into past instances of anti-Semitic violence and came across the Hep-Hep Riots:
The Hep-Hep riots were early 19th century pogroms against German Jews. Beginning on August 2, 1819, Jewish representatives formally demanded emancipation at the Congress of Vienna (1815), and German academics and politicians alike responded with (vicious) opposition. The Jews were portrayed to the public as "upstarts" who were attempting to take control of the economy, particularly the financial sector. Antisemitic publications became common in the German press.
"Hep-Hep" was the perpetrators' derogatory rallying cry. Sources vary on its etymology. One theory is that it is an acronym from the Latin "Hierosolyma est perdita" ("Jerusalem is lost"), a rallying cry of the Crusaders. A more likely source for the rallying cry is the traditional herding cry of German shepherds. --wikipedia
Well that's curious... my own personal Shiva symbol, used against the Jews 200 years ago?
Wait a minit... Is that the Joker (No. 22) handling Shiva?
Var and I had another German Shepherd instance last weekend, when we drove back from a quick trip to Port Townsend. We stopped at Fort Casey on Whidbey Island to stretch our legs and because the terriers love it - lots of grazing deer and rabbits! Fort Casey is one of three fortresses designed to defend Puget Sound from invasion, circa 1900. The massive guns of Fort Casey, Fort Flagler and Fort Worden created an impregnable "Triangle of Fire" through which no naval invader could pass. Upon leaving, we drove by a couple of assholes who had stopped their car in the middle of the road to let their huge German Shepherd out to chase the deer grazing on the lawn, and I saw it leap out of the car like a guided missile after the deer that were now in panicked flight into the woods! Pissed us off.
Uh oh. Now the Shiva resonator has penetrated an "impregnable" fortress - and one so closely matched to Shiva's fabled target - the three cities of Tripura:
This trident belongs not to the devil, however, but one who is sometimes mistaken for him: Shiva, the Divine Bowman. Its spinning arms are the three cities of Tripura- in the words of author Heinrich Zimmer, 'the amalgamated demon-citadel of the world', wrought from iron, silver and gold on the three great planes of earth, sky and heaven. Three great cities in constant rotation; so designed to cheat the prophecy that they- and the Empire they nourish- must one day fall prey to a single bolt from Shiva's bow; a feat that can be accomplished only when the moon floats into a certain rare orbit, and all three rotating cities are conjunct. --Ben Fairhall
How many times I have stumbled upon this Bowman - the Archer of Sagittarius. From 2001: A Space Odyssey's David Bowman to Contact's Ellie Arroway. From Star Trek's Captain Archer to the late great Pontiac symbol: an Indian arrowhead. The Plains Indians were famous archers, as were the Mongol armies of Kublai Khan, and apparently so also the Israelite.
Pontiac's most iconic model was the GTO Judge - an interesting detail because...
In the biblical Hebrew, the generic word for sin is het. It means to err, to miss the mark. The Greek word hamartia (ἁμαρτία) is usually translated as sin in the New Testament. In Classical Greek, it means "to miss the mark" or "to miss the target" which was also used in Old English archery. --Wikipedia
A bit of research reveals that the Jews behind Zionism and Israel are Ashkenazi Jews, who were Central European converts to Judaism during the Middle Ages. Their "blood" relation to the Jews of ancient Judea is symbolic at best, and I have absolutely no problem with that. I myself feel symbolically akin to various peoples and religions at various times, to the point of identifying with Moses or some ancient Greek or Hindu deity, so why not? Hell, I'm literally as 'Jewish' as they are.
But if you asked them, they would say well... not quite. It's not in my blood. No Jew genes. As if...
When I joined a Fraternity at school (the beloved Kappa Sig's) I was initiated into my second experience of the Matrix (church being the first). Kappa Sigma was founded in the South - a quaint remnant of the Confederacy. As a 19 year old I wasn't hip to the symbols like I am now, but I did gather that the KS mythos entertained the idea that we were the spiritual heirs of our student brothers in Middle Ages Bologna! (I'm just gonna ignore the sausage synch, OK?) Our initiation ritual involved taking on the role of a student in dangerous Bologna, dagger under cape, frightened and alone without our brothers!
The twin towers of Bologna? Yep. With the stargate opening above, inverted pentagram signing Kappa Sigs leading the way. Fratboy assholes, yet again.
I asked one of the elder brothers if there was some actual historical - archaeological link between these ancient bros and ourselves, and he gave a wry smile and said no, there was nothing. It was all made up. The students in Bologna were symbolic brothers, nothing more. Which wasn't good enough for me then, but it is now: I hold symbolic brotherhood higher than blood.
The Jews have teetered on this edge between the literal and symbolic bloodlines for a long time, and I think they finally fell off on the side of literal. They take a camel stop for Zion, one wonders who they will take for the Messiah. Actually, it doesn't take much wondering, since the literal bloodline is so key ('Holy Blood, Holy Grail', etc.). I wouldn't be so hard on the Jews except that my own brothers are even worse. Shiva also stalks us - in the margin between symbolic and literal reality.
Here Shiva! Shiva Come! Here girl... good dog. Good GURL! Don't bite...
Last Saturday, Madonna was thrown from her horse in the Hamptons after her mount was spooked by paparazzi! By the evening she was released from Southhampton Hospital with a few bruises. However, let us recall that Dynasty's Krystle Carrington was also "fine" after being thrown from her horse (after it was spooked by the wicked Alexis Colby) and only later did we discover that the fall resulted in a miscarriage!
There is synchromystic ivy growing between Madonna, the Linda Evans character of Krystle (the second wife) , and Joan Collin's character of Alexis (the spurned and jealous first wife). The fascinating roles of Joan Collins have been the subject before at Gosporn (curiously, exactly one year ago - 4/21/08), particularly Star Trek's doomed Edith Keeler (read Edith Keeler Must Die). Edith was killed in a car accident, synching with Diana, Princess of Wales. Diana's car was "spooked" by paparazzi, and possibly resulted in a "miscarriage" (the rumored child between Diana and her lover Dodi). Dare I even mention Lady Godiva - the tax protester?
Is Diana's child being raised in secret by the Jedi (Shemsu Hor), on some barren "desert planet"?
The Illuminated Collins Bloodline, according to the Watcher Files.
Linda Evans, the "second wife" of both Blake Carrington and John Derek, also cavorted with Atlantean demigod Ramtha in Washington State. Linda also became the androgene "spokesmodel" for the feminine shoulder pads fad.
I've been following the Susan Boyle phenom. Her seven minutes of Youtube fame made me cry. Hell, Les Mis made me cry - especially "I Dreamed a Dream" - Fantine's lament. Susan's triumph was either divine providence or excellent reality program scripting, probably both. Susan's performance has 6,401,187 downloads as of 7:11 on Saturday night - she's certainly struck a chord. My inner cynic will try to forget that Boyle's machine is used in the administration of general anaesthesia to patients.
Victor Hugo's Les Miserable was set in the French Revolution, and it is curious timing for a Fantine performance... as Boston Tea Parties spread like wildfire across the country. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that the average, IRS harassed American is feeling a small, if sodden, kindling of the revolutionary spirit, given the outrageous fat cat bailouts and the strange synch that almost all of Obama's appointees seem to be in arrears with regards to the treasury.
A bit of Boston Tea Party research will tell us that the "natives" who dumped 342 chests of tea into the harbor (Take another look at the chest of Susan Boyle at the top of this post) were mostly affiliated with the trade of tea, smuggling to be exact - a profession literally dependent on the high price of a commodity. The tea sitting in these ships was a threat to their livelihood because it was legal tea from England that could beat the price of their own, piratical brand.
So a tea party was brewed up, with "No taxation without representation" as the rallying cry. Never mind that it was this very TAX that kept the New World tea smugglers in business, and it was only when Parliament enacted a dramatic DECREASE in taxes that the smugglers were driven to act!? I am amused by the "false flag" aspect of the whole affair. As it was in the time of of Samuel Adams... same as it ever was.
When I think of tea, I think of Spice - the ultimate currency of the Dune universe... and perhaps our own. "Spice" is emotional energy - the creation of which we seem so well designed, Susan Boyle being the latest example. Does that make Susan a "Spice Girl"? Of a sort. I will be interested to watch the arc of her new career, especially the pronounced British/American nature of the affair.
I wonder... does the rise of Susan Boyle have something to do with the trans-dimensional Spice trade? Is she perhaps, some kind of bellwether? I wonder what the latter-day smugglers are planning in their "Green Dragon Inn".
Courtesy of the House of Vader: Bodybuilder Steven CHRISTman - "hottest dude out there right now". And what's this... a bio-hazard sign on his left "cannonball" deltoid? Wow, have we entered the 28 Days? My buddy Todd got a bio-hazard cap back in the 80's, he thought the design was cool. I do too, something about that tri-radial claw/cuff strikes a chord - looks almost Klingon? The Delta-oid muscle group is a tri-radial formation.
This symbol is a rich semiotic vein because it was meant to replace the skull and crossbones as the sign for "poison". Which was a perfectly good sign, and universally understood, but I suppose the Neo-Templars couldn't have THAT! So they rehabilitate the Jolly Roger, thanks to a long running "Pirates are the good guys!" PR campaign, and then cast about for a replacement:
Auditioning Mr. Yuk, but finally landing on a symbol that means absolutely nothing to anyone? Except perhaps, the ones who designed it. Wouldn't it be something if the NT replaced the sign of the good physician with the mark of Cain, and vice versa? Should I update the Gosporn header?
Bonus synchoid: Youtube video uploaded by TobyDOG22.
No matter what noises or dreadful possibilities, no matter how awful the unknown, there was an even worse thing: to look the Gorgon in the face. --Stephen King
I've been thinking more about the Gorgon, and what she represents. A Gorgon ("terrible") was a fanged monster who played the roll of protector of religious concepts. She is in essence, a curse or taboo placed on religious secrets, warning the uninitiated or profane to stay away.
Her power was so strong that one attempting to look upon her would be turned to stone, therefore, such images were put upon items from temples to wine kraters for protection. --wikipedia
So one way to look at the Perseus myth is to see Perseus as usurper of an ancient temple and its secret "gnosis". By the middle ages she had become a gargoyle, guarding the cathedrals. Gargoyles was a Greg Weisman effort, powered by Disney:
The series features a clan of six nocturnal creatures known as Gargoyles that turn to stone during the day, a process which heals their injuries and extends their lifespans to roughly twice that of the average human. They glide using their large wings. Their leader is Goliath and his mentor is the elder gargoyle named Hudson. The show also features three younger warriors named Brooklyn, Broadway and Lexington. There is also a dog-like beast without wings named Bronx. With the exception of Goliath, the members of the clan have names taken from their surroundings in New York City.
So we have super gargoyles, protecting the ultimate Masonic cathedral: New York City. The character of bat-winged Goliath is a dead ringer for Batman - the Dark Knight - which makes me wonder if they aren't reflecting similar archetypes, which might actually reach all the way back to the Gorgons - those hideous protectors of the temple.
Manhattan's alter ego is Gotham, the land of the goths - the dead. Gosporn has long held that NYC has three mythic orders, or "dimensions" as it were. The first is the 3D concrete jungle we know and love/despise, the lower dimension is Gotham, representing Hades, while Metropolis represents the New Jerusalem/Olympus, protected by the Super Man/Sun King.
Interestingly, all of these universes feature a gay "son" - Superman/Jimmy Olsen, Batman/Robin, and Goliath/Lexington.
Turning to stone reminds me of Lot's wife, who was turned into a pillar of salt after looking back while fleeing doomed Sodom. Perhaps this myth was meant to place a giant "Taboo" sign on Sodom - a warning that to look into her secrets was to invite being turned into "stone"? I think it's interesting that famous people are "immortalized" in stone, as were the Greek Gods. Perhaps "turning to stone" represents a shift in dimensional time zones or perspective.
The myth of Sodom is the one used to demonize homosexuals (Sodomites), and according to Gosporn comments, the myth of Medusa was used by the Greek Establishment to demonize the religion of a conquered people. We have curious synchs linking gayness to both the myth of Perseus through Destroyer Harry Hamlin... and to the city of Sodom, destroyed by Yahweh (incorporating another HH) for wickedness. In other words, looking into these subjects may lead to being pillared - so beware.
A "Turk's Head"
Perseus (the "cutter") beheading of the Gorgon reminds me of Alexander's cutting of the Gordian Knot. The knot is traditionally shown as being a kind of serpentine weaving, synching with the snaky Gorgon coiffure. The knot is a sign of Phrygian kingship, the myth being that he who could untie the knot would become king (also reflected in the Arthurian, "sword in the stone" legend). Alexander attempted to do so but was frustrated in the attempt, so then cut the knot with his sword.
The knot may in fact have been a religious knot-cipher guarded by Gordian's priests and priestesses. Robert Graves suggested that it may have symbolized the ineffable name of Dionysus that, enknotted like a cipher, would have been passed on through generations of priests and revealed only to the kings of Phrygia. --wikipedia
Which makes the knot a kind of protector of secret religious knowledge, perhaps even the sacred name of G*D, just like the Gorgon and the Gargoyles, and even the Batman, because Bruce Wayne sought out ancient mystical secrets from the east.
When I was but a lad, the Kirkland Overlake Christian Church was the prototype "megachurch". It was evangelical, non-denominational, and it grew like a cancer. Pastor Bob Moorehead (Turk's head?) was the architect of this amazing phenom, until he was discovered sodomizing teenage boys in the name of Christ, which makes Pastor Bob a prophet of Sodom - though he would probably hate to think of himself that way. He joins countless clergy in this strange affinity... it's almost as if an appreciation (desire) for manflesh were a REQUIREMENT for religious service?!
It makes me wonder. Is the demon of homosexuality the Gorgon? And are we not her slayers? Are we... the new Kings of Phrygia?
See Demon Hunting for Fun and Profit, part one.
When I was at school, one of my best girl friends (a drama student) suddenly got religion - at the same time I was coming out. I told her I was gay, and she told ME that I was possessed by the demon of homosexuality!? In hindsight, I realize she was only partly right, and my telling her was an act of slaying the demon. In other words, SHE was playing the gorgon.
Gorgonzola is my favorite cheese.
Making Love premiered on February 12, 1982 - I was 22 (the Fool's year), my last year at school. I was in the final processes of coming out and this movie had a huge impact - the first Hollywood depiction of gay men who weren't killers, sadists, self-loathing trannies or just tragic misfits.
Making Love starred Michael Ontkean (Twin Peaks) Kate Jackson (Charlie's Angels) and Harry Hamlin - a Greek God. The first real homoerotic kiss on the silver screen - I remember the gasps and the groans in the audience. Launched almost on Valentine's Day, entirely appropriate since Eros is at the root of this pagan inspired holiday - "the god who inflames the passion of men for other men". An interesting aside, the screenwriter - Barry Sandler - relates how Making Love did in Utah:
Salt Lake City. The highest grossing shows there were during the lunch hour. They were always filled, and all these single guys with wedding rings. The night shows, forget it. But the lunch shows, watch out!
Harry Hamlin (HH) played the part of Bart McQuire, the satyr of male lust that destroys Kate and Michael's "happy" marriage. Michael decides that endless reruns of Gilbert and Sullivan are no match for real passion. Harry plays the part of the "destroyer" in the film, the catalyst for Michael's self realization.
Perseus, the legendary founder of Mycenae (magic mushroom land) and of the Perseid dynasty there, was the first of the mythic heroes of Greek mythology whose exploits in defeating various archaic monsters provided the founding myths in the cult of the Twelve Olympians. Perseus was the hero who killed Medusa and claimed Andromeda, having rescued her from a sea monster.
Cyrus Gordon proposed that Perseus is a Semitic name, from p-r-s, "to cut." Nothing in the lore or the evidence excludes the possibility of Semitic elements among the early Greeks. The Greeks thought that Perseus meant "destroyer", but p-r-s would mean that as well. --wikipedia
So Perseus as a destroyer archetype works quite well with Hamlin's character of unhappy marriage destroying Bart. The decapitated gorgon eerily reminds me of Heath Ledger's Joker and his infamous calling card.
Heath also played Ennis del Mar, the bisexual cowboy of Brokeback Mountain. The Joker character was also played by (homosexual Catholic) Caesar Romero in the Batman TV series. I have gay/joker/destroyer synchs circling around like sharks! Which always leads to Shiva - the Lord who is half woman. Shiva's symbolic weapon is the trident, synching with all thing maritime and Poseidon, who also plays a role in the Perseus myth, being the God who ravished Medusa (as a beautiful woman with really great hair) within chaste Minerva's (Athena) temple. One day Minerva caught the two of them in her temple and unable to punish Poseidon, punished Medusa, turning the woman into a hideous monster.
Ledger's gay character is named Del Mar - of the sea.
Bringing it all back to John the Revelator, Revelations 9:11 (really...) says:
They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon. --Rev 9:11
The "Abyss" is also the sea, and remember that the late, great Steve Fossett was mounting an expedition to the deepest abyss on the planet before his disappearance - a new submarine exploration of the Mariana Trench - max depth: 10,911 meters.
Apollyon is associated with the Devil by almost all of Christianity, except for Jehovah's Witnesses, who say he is Jesus!? Gotta love the JW. My first boyfriend Randy played the roll of destroyer. Randy told me that an ex had called him the "dick of death" and I agreed... I wanted to be destroyed over and over again! I also can't forget that one of the most "religious" homoerotic tales ever written was Apollyon Gym, by Absman420.
When I synch about it, queerness seems to be at the very eye of the psycho-mythical hurricane enveloping the planet. We sit in the eye, and we have no idea why.
The wikipedia entry for Brokeback Mountain shares the intriguing fact that the poster art was inspired by the poster for James Cameron's Titanic:
The film's significance has been attributed to its portrayal of a same-sex relationship without any reference to the history of the gay civil rights movement. This emphasizes the tragic love story aspect, which leads many commentators to effectively compare Ennis and Jack's drama to classic and modern romances like Romeo and Juliet or Titanic, often using the term star-crossed lovers. This link to classic romances is no coincidence: the poster for the film was inspired by that of James Cameron's Titanic, after Ang Lee's collaborator James Schamus looked at the posters of "the 50 most romantic movies ever made".
Hamlin appeared in two 1992 episodes of Batman: The Animated Series. In the episode "Joker's Wild," Hamlin played the role of Cameron Kaiser, a businessman who sinks all his money into a casino, then counts on the Joker to destroy it in order to collect on the insurance policy from a reputable company.
I've been thinking about memories (thanks to sis) and I thought of this one, which is the closest I have to a real ghost story:
Var and I were living on San Juan Island, renting the upstairs studio of a barn/workshop on a large and remote piece of woodland property. San Juan property is very special, a green oasis of giant mossy rocks, conifers, peeling madrona, foraging deer and vociferous green frogs. It is also apparently a preferred UFO landing site:
It was a warm spring night in 2003 - early morning. I had been half awakened by a noise. Or perhaps a vibration. An extremely low noise that I felt more than heard. It was rhythmic, there, and then not there, repeating, like a jet engine being briefly run and shut off, over and over, except it had a sort of gurgling thing going on. It seemed as if I felt/heard this repeating noise for a long time, but only in near dream state. Finally, Var commented on the noise, and I awoke. The sound continued. I realized it was the rhythmic sound of breathing... of something really, exceptionally large... like a dinosaur, or a demon? Something NOT natural.
Var said he saw strange flashing lights in the woods, through the trees. I didn't see them, I was focused on the breathing... Like a massive dinosaur/beast, moving invisibly through the trees. I felt a sense of dread, but I also knew that the house was somehow safe - "protected". No foolish investigating to be had tonight. Soon the breathing grew faint, as did the lights. We went back to bed.
Next morning, we tentatively mentioned odd "noises and lights" to the downstairs neighbors, and Brandon instantly concurred, saying he'd witnessed it too, through the window. Flashing lights. "UFO's". We shared a chuckle, and that was that. Next day I wandered in the woods, looking for signs of burnt grass or anything out of place. Nothing.
What DID happen on that witching eve? A dimensional rift? A stargate in action? I don't know, but something came through.
Art: Bethan Igert, Fairest of Greens. By Anne Sudworth.
My sister is essentially a one woman Titanic - disaster follows her (and everyone around her) like day follows night. An "addictive" personality, she might have been called "demon possessed" back in the day. She's my personal Mary Magdalene, always ready to heave a monkey wrench of outrageous drama, each one worse than the last.
The latest episode began one week ago with a call from Harborview Hospital, informing me that sis was in emergency, on life support. She'd been found (after a mysterious 911 call) at home, dead. Heart stopped, not breathing. The Medics were able to revive her and she was rushed to probably the best hospital on the planet for that kind of thing. To make a long story short: emergency, heart stoppage due to alcohol/drug interaction, potential brain damage (coma, vegetative state), calls to the parents, they fly in, stay with us, sis makes dramatic recovery and is now resting peacefully. God... what a week.
The interesting thing to report from a gosporn POV: The day after sis woke up, she had absolutely no short-term memory. When asked the year, she said 1999. Like Prince and the Matrix - it's always 1999 - party as if...
She recognized us, and she could talk, but it was like a computer with no access to the memory files - HAL right before shutdown: Daisy, Daisy give me an answer do...
You could tell her why she was in the hospital and ten minutes later she'd demand to be taken home (though she didn't actually know where that was) because she felt physically fine, and you had to go through the whole thing all over again. It was frustrating for her and for us, and she would cry and get really P.O'd, which was totally understandable. Next day, she had recovered some memory, and her hellish behavior was transformed into smiles.
I found the experience fascinating (in a Spock kind of way) because there was a Star Trek Enterprise episode where Captain Archer (synching with 2001: A Space Odyssey's Bowman and Contact's Arroway) is infected with a disease that prevents him from developing long-term memories. So every day is a literal brand new day to Archer, and T'Pol, his Vulcan caregiver, has to tell him his entire history in 18 hours, all the while understanding that he'll not remember a single word the following day.
If we see Archer as "man" and T'Pol as angel/spirit guide/alien, then the story resonates for me. Every human being is born with long-term memory disorder. We don't know where we come from, not really. So we listen to various T'Pols (representing "caregiver" belief systems) and we hang on to this or that story, from Darwin to the Pope, from Kirby to the Freemasons. Truth is, we don't REALLY know, and when presented with the latest prophet who gives the appearance of knowing, we tend to follow along. It's a remarkably inefficient and awkward system, tending to almost instant error. Haven't we all played "telephone"? Or T-pole?
In a perfect universe, we'd all know, in the core of our Being, where we came from. Preachers, gurus and talking heads would be entirely obsolete:
No longer will a man teach his neighbor, or a man his brother, saying, 'Know the LORD,' because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest," declares the LORD. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more." --Jeremiah 31:34
Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming. --Ephesians 4:14
No longer will a man teach his neighbor, or a man his brother, saying, 'Know the Lord,' because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest. --Hebrews 8:11
Speaking of Prince, I want to give a shout out to German porn star Logan McCree, who has covered his entire body with the symbol of he who has no name.