I’ve always been intrigued that the gay “uniform” is Levi’s 501 Jeans (Levite blue genes), the same as the miner 49ers. Levi Strauss grew rich supplying sundries during the 1849 California Gold Rush, though the gays in San Francisco didn’t much care about the history, all they knew was that 501’s made your ass and your basket look sexy as hell.
Horus, you little Beetle
Remove the 0 from 501 gives us 51, or 3x17, the number of Osiris (thanks to Alan Green at the Happy Creatures for that little nugget), the dismembered or forgotten God. Isis never did find her husband’s phallus, so she fashioned a golden substitute, which shows that both miners and gay men were digging for “gold”, though each in their own way.
I’ve always used cars as symbolic grails and old race cars are a sync gold mine. On December 15th, Bring a Trailer (BaT) served up a 1971 (71 being the mirror of 17) race car, no. 51, named The Iron Rod:
And he shall rule them with a ROD OF IRON; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father. --Revelation 2:27Which pretty much blew my mind, but next day BaT(man) served up THIS one, a Morgan 4/4 Roadster, number 144!
And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a ROD OF IRON: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne. --Revelation 12:5
And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a ROD OF IRON: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. --Revelation 19:15
I can feel my cock, hard as a fucking IRON ROD, jerking, hard, shooting a load that feels like it's going on forever. --FanTCMan
From Revelations 7 (of course):
Then I heard the number of those who were sealed: 144,000 from all the tribes of Israel.Which has 14 (the re-membered Osiris) and 44 (The Mysterious Stranger, Donald Duck, Double D vita-Min) encoded within. 144,000 is 12,000 x the 12 tribes of Judah, and well wouldn’t you know it, the upcoming Winter Solstice Lunar Eclipse lands on 12.21, 21 being the mirror image of 12.
And by Jove, that 21 looks familiar:
Jesus H. Crowley! I almost feel like someone should go sit in a black pyramid at midnight during the eclipse! I’ll bet you dollars to donuts the Louvre and the Luxor are booked on 12.21 with a few interesting “private functions”. As for me, I think I’ll just fly my rainbow flag: a little gay cheer on the dark side of the
The Golden Dawn cocktail, winner ICC London, 1930. Made with Bombay Blue Saphire Gin.
San Francisco gay men were called “clones” because they all dressed alike - 501’s and a plaid flannel shirt. I note that yesterday the “Republic” repealed ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’, which means it finally got it's “clone army”.