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.

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