May 30, 2012

Killing Hope

They should be put to death. That’s what happened in Israel. That’s why homosexuality wouldn’t have grown in Israel. It tends to limit conversions. It tends to limit people coming out of the closet. — ‘Oh, so you’re saying we should go out and start killing them, no?’ — I’m saying the government should. They won’t but they should. {You say}, ‘oh, I can’t believe you you’re horrible. You’re a backwards neanderthal of a person.’ Is that what you’re calling scripture? Is God a neanderthal backwards.. in his morality. Is it his word or not? If it’s his word, he commanded it. It’s his idea, not mine. And I’m not ashamed of it.”
Pastor Curtis Knapp of New Hope Baptist Church in Seneca, Kansas during a sermon this past Sunday.

"Build a great big, large fence -- 50 or a 100 miles long -- and put all the lesbians in there. Fly over and drop some food," he said. "Do the same thing with the queers and the homosexuals - and have that fence electrified so they can’t get out. Feed ’em. And you know in a few years, they’ll die out. You know why? They can’t reproduce."
Charles L. Worley, 71, of Providence Road Baptist Church, North Carolina


Page 44 is a nice touch


Right on Target

It's a little ironic that both the NEW HOPE Baptist Church and Luke Skywalker use the dive bombing dove (holy spirit entering the anointed) as their symbol. Of course, a wicked sense of humor only gets you so far.

May 25, 2012

Trident For Sale, Make Offer - Update


I'm still working my way through 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'. Apparently everything we are currently experiencing is contained in one of Alan Moore's books. LOEG 'Century: 1910' has two main themes - an occult ritual to create a Crowley-like "Moonchild", and the death/rebirth of Captain Nemo.

Since Crowley initiated the Aeon of Horus by declaring it, this Moonchild is, no doubt, none other than Horus himself. The son of the sun and the moon, spirit and matter, Osiris and Isis. This Moonchild may or may not be the antichrist. I saw the recent annular eclipse as a heavenly metaphor for just such a birth or union, which this cool video equates to the return of Quetzalcoatl - the feathered serpent.


Today we have the SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket powered, Dragon 'capsule' docking with ISS, or Isis, quite literally, a feathered serpent!



Docked! The ISS and the Dragon capsule are now as one, following the historic docking.

Holy Fuck? "Docking" is also a homosexual act. Cute, eh?

So, that's the Moonchild, what about Nemo?



Last week, Var and I came across this Maserati for sale, "make offer", on the side of the road as if it was an old Datsun pick up. Maserati, by virtue of choosing the trident for their logo, has always been a powerful sync generator for me. The Trident is the weapon of Poseidon, Hades, Shiva, and... Captain Nemo.
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
Made me think that the Nautilus was looking for a new captain, or something. For Sale, the Underworld. Make offer. Curiously, we had a fire aboard a nuclear sub in Portsmouth this week.


In Century 1910, Captain Nemo is dying, and he wants an inheritor, but no one will take it. His only daughter, Janni, wants nothing to do with his fanatic vendetta, but he persists.


This drives her away from "Lincoln Island" and onto the seedy docks of London (the world of samsara), where she finds employ in a sailor's inn and bar named the Cuttlefish, and is shortly, brutally, gang raped.

Her "initiation" into the "old boy's club" quickly ignites the fire of vengeance within her. She takes command of the trident armed Nautilus and lays waste to the London docks.



"You know, Ishmael, she's as bad as her old man.
Ha ha!, I'll tell you what, Jack... she's worse.
Ain't it bleedin' wonderful?"

I suspect the next Nemo/Shiva will be feminine in nature. She's got a lot to be really pissed off about.

Nemo is latin for "nobody" first used by Odysseus in his battle against the giant cyclopes Polyphemus: "much spoken of", or "famous".
When Polyphemus asks for Odysseus' name, promising him a guest-gift if he answers, Odysseus tells him "μή τις," literally "nobody." (which, when combined, as in speech also meant "cunning" - "μήτις," and is thus, a play on words.)

Polyphemus could mean a very famous person, or more likely, something that enables the concept of celebrity. Like the media, Hollywood, Youtube, or Facebook. Odysseus defeats Polyphemus by blinding him in his eye.


Nobody / Nemo / Anonymous

The question mark is the sign of Anon, the trident is the sign of Nemo. Perhaps one and the same thing? Who is Nobody?

As Mr. Moore points out, London is New Troy. And we all know how the old Troy turned out. No wonder London is so full of surveillance cameras. Not letting a trojan horse in this time! We shall see.

Update: Much sync has already been mined by the uncanny triple-pointed architectural motif of the World Trade Towers, "the buildings that were built in order to be destroyed".


For some reason, a reason for which I can only thank the gods, the Maserati automobile company has begun investing in yacht racing, which is big publicity (big Polyphemus) in Europe. This places the trident symbol in its proper place, the bow of a ship, or monster from the deep. Polyphemus draws the photographers, and they captured an arresting shot of the Nautilus stealthily emerging in a quiet harbor of NYC, with the trident of Nemo aiming directly at the "unfinished pyramid" of  One World Trade Center!


We note that in this lucky perspective, the trident must pass directly through the Winter Garden:


...and look, the masthead of the Nautilus. A red cross is illuminated.


Alan Moore's favorite symbol for The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is a woman bearing the shield of the red X or cross, and a Trojan inspired helmet that is actually a question mark. I meditate upon this image.


May 21, 2012

Don't Panic


Last night, as the annular eclipse receded, Var and I watched 9 to 5, or 925. It stars three goddesses: Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton, and the story is about how their entheogen enabled fantasy revenge on their boss actually comes true. Besides all the delicious avenging of the divine feminine/subconscious, the main message, repeated over and over, is...

Don't Panic

I strongly suspect that the 5/20 annular eclipse was a cosmic sign on the material road - a sign that the times... they are indeed a changing. A time when our subconscious will play a much more obvious and prominent role in the manifestation of our 3D reality. We will dream things, and they will come true. We will wish for things, and they will happen.

According to the sages, this is the true nature of the world, though this truth has been veiled from us.

So today, Var and I were lamenting our lack of decent html (YHWH) coding tools, and how Dreamweaver and Coda both suck, but in different ways. Var was saying how much he loved Coda as an environment, but it lacked a lot of features, and conversely, Dreamweaver has all the features you would ever want, but working in that environment is pure torture.


Today, Coda announces their much anticipated upgrade, that happens to include all our most desired features.


Coda is a product of Panic Software.



So you see, there is this tendency to panic when we realize we can affect 3D reality with our subconscious thoughts. We get scared, we want to tie up the demiurge (the boss) because we fear he may have figured out that we are behind the plot to kill him with Skinny & Sweet!


But really, it's cool. I think he's secretly into bondage.


We're about to figure out 'The Power Behind the Throne' and it's going to be a wild ride. But things will work out. Don't panic.

May 11, 2012

The Mind Bomb

I've decided to read all of Alan Moore's books as if they were different versions of a monomythic collective narrative, like some do with the collected works of a movie director or actor. Moore is just as interested as I am in the alien invasion meme, faked or otherwise, and he went back to the granddaddy of them all in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2, which features our heroes battling H. G. Well's invasion from Mars, tripods and all.

Tripod - Kevin O'Neill

Herbert George Wells wrote The War of the Worlds in 1898, one of the very first novels to visualize an invasion by an alien race with superior technology. The U.S. military/industrial/movie complex is extremely fond of this meme, especially recently, the latest being Battleship 2012, somehow turning the children's game into yet another story of alien invasion.


Alan Moore's The Watchmen visualizes a faked alien invasion that is really more of a subconscious mind bomb - dropped on NYC, created with the help of artists and writers, trapped on a mysterious island, who weave a subconscious horror together with tales of every monster from the Id they could imagine.

The thing that is interesting is that Orson Welles (curiously echoing the name of the original author) achieved a very similar affect with his infamous 1938 radio broadcast of The War of the Worlds:
"The first two thirds of the 60-minute broadcast were presented as a series of simulated "news bulletins", which suggested to many listeners that an actual alien invasion by Martians was currently in progress. Compounding the issue was the fact that the Mercury Theatre on the Air was a "sustaining show" (it ran without commercial breaks), adding to the program's realism.
In the days following the adaptation, however, there was widespread outrage and panic by certain listeners who had believed the events described in the program were real."
So really, another mind bomb. In The Watchmen, the bomb is terribly destructive, millions die. The only thing fake about it was the media's attribution to an alien attack, when in truth the destruction was entirely home grown.

This reminds me of the mind bomb of 911, that was quickly attributed to a certain crazy Arab.

In H. G. Well's The War of the Worlds, earth prevails with unintentional bio-warfare, the Martians defeated by the common cold. However, in Moore's LOEG2, it really IS a bio-weapon that is unleashed on the Martians, the common cold being merely the official cover story.

"Officially, the Martians died of the common cold. Any humans died of Martians."

While personally a fan of H. G. Wells' fiction, I note that he was a supporter of eugenics:
In 1904 he discussed a survey paper by Francis Galton, co-founder of eugenics, saying "I believe ... It is in the sterilisation of failure, and not in the selection of successes for breeding, that the possibility of an improvement of the human stock lies"
In my ongoing conspiracy novel, The elite, secure in their belief in the superiority of their genetics, develop a sort of eugenics weapon, that is capable of achieving a "sterilisation of failure", to put it nicely. They've already tested it on certain undesirable classes, but they can't very well deploy it planet-wide without suspicion, so they invent a handy scapegoat - an alien invasion.

"We had no choice".

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I just wonder what it would be like to be reincarnated in an animal whose species had been so reduced in numbers than it was in danger of extinction. What would be its feelings toward the human species whose population explosion had denied it somewhere to exist... I must confess that I am tempted to ask for reincarnation as a particularly deadly virus. ~Prince Philip

"Out of our regard for them (i.e. two Indian chiefs) we gave them two blankets and a handkerchief out of the smallpox hospital. I hope it will have the desired effect."~Smallpox Immunization of the Amerindian


May 9, 2012

The Homecoming

Super moon last, I was chatting with my friend Joe, who is currently in Boise but soon going back home to Utah. He's going back to be with the Latter Day Saints. Not literally, but perhaps figuratively. Same day, I get some spam email from "Utahhomes".

I've long thought of gays as the true latter day saints, I'm not alone. At least we share one trait with the boys from Utah - a disdain for monogamy.


It's weird but I just don't think we're from here. John Waters was relating his memory of seeing The Wizard of Oz for the first time and he said he was the only kid in the theater who was NOT tapping his heels together three times! And he's right, Oz is our home, and Kansas is some horrible, drab place where we've somehow, accidentally(?), been born, and we can't wait to get the hell out as soon as possible.

Obama officially declared "War on Marriage" today:
"I have to tell you that over the course of several years as I have talked to friends and family and neighbors when I think about members of my own staff who are in incredibly committed monogamous relationships, same-sex relationships, who are raising kids together, when I think about those soldiers or airmen or marines or sailors who are out there fighting on my behalf and yet feel constrained, even now that Don't Ask Don't Tell is gone, because they are not able to commit themselves in a marriage, at a certain point I’ve just concluded that for me personally it is important for me to go ahead and affirm that I think same sex couples should be able to get married,” ~Barrack Obama
So faggots are cool in Kansas as long as we're helping to raise the next generation of soldiers, or we enlist as soldiers "on my behalf", thus keeping Kansas safe for "democracy", or if we would please just stop fucking like rabbits.



Sigh... is it any wonder I want out? I just want to go back home. Sometimes I wonder if the "antichrist" is simply the mayor of Kansas, trying to make us all feel "at home".


I have a concept for a short story about an event that is popularly called "The Rapture". I was thinking of Oz as not being some incredibly distant place, but rather, another dimension that co-exists in our 3D space. It's very real and very close, but we can't see it, not in our normal "Kansas" mind set.

I was imagining that as these two dimensions, Kansas and Oz, move closer and closer, that there would become a time/place co-ordinate when it would be possible to leap from one to the other. These two dimensions, being equal and opposite polarities, would create a sort of magnetic field between them as they approached, and this would enable a sort of transference, or "bridge" if you will, between realms.

"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candle stick."

Imagine if you could jump to Oz - you'd instantly vanish in Kansas, and suddenly appear in another dimension! Those in Kansas would wonder, and perhaps say that you'd been raptured, or abducted by tornado. You'd arrive in Oz, but at the same time, if you were quick, you'd see that a great many residents of Oz were lined up to take the trip back to Kansas. And honestly, you might be relieved that they were leaving.


In my short story, this "leap" would naturally occur while asleep, when the gateway between these dimensions is already thin.
But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him. ~Matthew 24:23-2



May 3, 2012

Synco de Mayo and the Suicide Kings


Some black magik afoot, this week after Beltane and May Day - AKA the sacrifice of the harvest king. Nothing like last year, with the highly public ritual murder of Osama Bin Laden/royal wedding, this feels darker and more subtle.

We've studied ritual sacrifice at gosporn, from the Aztecs and Egyptians to the Jews and Jesus. Jesus, being the "lamb of God", the one upon whom we somberly lay all our egoic sins and slay every Easter so that we may be born again. The subconscious needs blood, must be fresh.

Osama Bin Laden (the scapegoat of 911) becoming Obama Sin Laden, a passion play that must have been written by the devil himself, or maybe some Freemasons. The real perps behind 911? Doesn't matter, we bagged our goat.

But thing is, we didn't. That's why it was "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead".



Miami Dolphins, NFL mourn loss of Junior Seau
There’s a movement afoot in some NFL circles to stop everything on May 5, at precisely 5:55 p.m., and for 55 seconds honor the memory of the man who wore No. 55 for the San Diego Chargers, Miami Dolphins and New England Patriots.
Seau died Wednesday of an apparent gunshot wound to the chest. San Diego police are investigating the death as a suicide. Seau, a veteran of 20 NFL seasons and performer in 12 Pro Bowls, was 43 years old.


Neo-Nazi Kills 5
On Wednesday, May 2, 2012, a neo-Nazi militia leader killed four people and himself in Gilbert, Maricopa County, Arizona. (In 1912, many Mormons who had fled the Mormon colonies in Mexico due to the actions of the forces of Pancho Villa settled in Gilbert. Villa's skull was stolen from his grave in 1926, according to some accounts and denials, by members of Skull and Bones.)
Perhaps I'm being overly sensitive, because Oliver the terrier received a gift of a no. 55 sheep, back in 2008. It was promptly disemboweled. Counting sheep is the classic gateway to the dreaming mind -- counting our sins.


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