Jun 27, 2012

When Aliens Attack

The National Geographic is at it again, pimping the alien invasion meme head on. You'd almost think it's the sci-fi channel. Lately we have Five Good Reasons to Believe in UFOs and also a poll:

Two-Thirds of Americans Think Barack Obama Is Better Suited to Handle an Alien Invasion Than Mitt Romney

Now, there is a big difference between aliens and UFOs in my opinion, but NG wants to lump them all together into a tidy package. To me, UFOs are Unidentified Flying Objects, while aliens from outer space are identified as "aliens from outer space". It's a subtle difference but an important one. I've had UFO dreams for many years, but I've always considered them to be messengers from "inner space" - my own take on a subconscious message. Much the same as earlier generations had messages from fairies, angels or gods, the vehicle of the message can take any form. Today, it's the UFO.

What I find disturbing is this obvious attempt to manipulate our "dream time", our UFO messages.

I had a curious UFO message on 6/16/12:

I was sitting in a room, a perfectly transparent, shiny ball came down out of the ceiling, about 24" in diameter. I realized it was a "UFO" experience, it felt familiar. The ball floated over to my head, at first I put my hands up to stop it, but then realized I just needed to relax and let it do its thing. My head was enveloped by the ball, and some small lights appeared on the surface for a split second, the SONY logo, and then the head of Karl Urban appeared and began speaking:

"Hi Mike, things are about to get very difficult for you. This new technology they are developing for the Olympic games, to allow close up experience of the action... All will lose their minds".

And it made me wonder. A sudden connection to the Id is a powerful, life-changing experience, open to many interpretations. When I had mine back in 2004 I thought it was literally God. Imagine if everyone on earth had that same experience, at the same time. What would happen?

And what if... the news was suddenly full of an alien invasion. How would you interpret what you had just experienced?

I'll tell you what I'd do - I'd freak out. Imagine the chaos of billions of people on the planet suddenly and forcibly brought into Contact with their own subconscious.

We are all looking forward to the London/New Troy/Zion Olympic games with a mixture of fascination and dread, and I see that Prospero is allegedly holding court in Danny Boyle's Olympic opening ceremony. Prospero, Shakespeare's magician from The Tempest, has inspired many a sci-fi take off, none more eloquent than Forbidden Planet, where the natives tap into a massive power source but are undone in a single day by their own monsters from the Id.


NOTE: 616 is the now fashionable area code for the Beast, and I note that this post is no. 666 in my personal gosporn journal.

Jun 18, 2012

God Dam that Mad Dog

I've been thinking a lot about our strange signs in the sky, the strange rituals below. See Goro Adachi and Alan Green for more on all that. It's all about this enigmatic goddess standing in the river. She seems to be the key to the riddle.


Alan Green has been doing some excellent sync detective work at The Happy Creatures, and his latest post - Great Gig in the Sky Part 4 - blew me away because in  the 1988 X-Men Age of Apocalypse, Isis is being revealed as Apocalypse:

What makes this all the more intriguing is that the Statue of Liberty is well known to be a stand-in for Isis, but the Apocalypse character, back in a 1988 comic, revealed himself as Set, Osiris' brother and slayer!
The word "Apocalypse" means "lifting the veil" so putting Apocalypse in the place of Liberty/Isis is literally an "Isis Unveiled"! ~Alan Green
Something became very clear to me today, after pondering the death of porn star Erik Rhodes, who is resonating the Colossus of Rhodes - Helios - the inspiration for the Statue of Liberty.

Lettuce Pray
"According to Papyrus Chester-Beatty I, Set is depicted as trying to prove his dominance by seducing Horus and then having intercourse with him."
Set is Queer?
"However, Horus places his hand between his thighs and catches Set's semen, then subsequently throws it in the river, so that he may not be said to have been inseminated by Set. Horus then deliberately spreads his own semen on some lettuce, which was Set's favorite food."
Full stop. "Lettuce" is Egyptian symbolism for the phallus, due, not so much to the phallic shape, but from the milky white sap of the stalk. Set's "favorite food" IS semen. Is this story a little too gay?

He don't eat meat but he sure likes the bone.
"After Set had eaten the lettuce, they went to the gods to try to settle the argument over the rule of Egypt. The gods first listened to Set's claim of dominance over Horus, and call his semen forth, but it answered from the river, invalidating his claim. Then, the gods listened to Horus' claim of having dominated Set, and call his semen forth, and it answered from inside Set."
  • Erik was a very angry young man, and Set was extremely angry with Horus - a "mad" dog.
  • Set castrated his father, Erik chose to undertake an adult circumcision - which he said "was a mistake".
  • Set cut Osiris into 14 parts, Erik died on the 14th.
  • Set and Osiris are brothers, Erik had a twin brother.
  • Set was made to submit to Horus, who is a falcon headed god, Erik worked for Falcon Studios.
He worked hard for the money, and let's remember who's money it really is:

Set is another name for Eros, or subconscious erotic desire, among other things we'd rather not deal with. When Isis is revealed, what we see is our own true self - our naked subconscious reflected back to us. Isis is a drag queen.

It's funny how gosporn has come full circle. When I began, my personal "mission statement" was that people needed to get in touch with - and make peace with - their inner Eros, I didn't know why, but it was "important". And it was a religious thing. We need to understand the religious myth around all of this... At first I thought it was a Christian issue, and now it goes all the way back to Egypt: this religion of de Nile.

That was in 2006. Now, we see the Pope calling homosexuality "insidious and dangerous" (he should know). We also see lunatic fundamentalists demanding to put gays in concentration camps, ironically gay prison is an enduring homoerotic fantasy.

Bradley Manning (homo=man)

Set/Eros is coming back. He's the angry Erik, Isis unveiled, the pissed-off homo, the lonely gay in solitary confinement, too fucking dangerous, we'd rather forget about him than deal with him.

I know a lot of people think that the repeal of DADT and gay marriage are signs that Set is being accepted, but this is merely another clever religious attempt to control a rather uncontrollable nature. Set dies when that ring of monogamy goes on.

Thing is, Set isn't all that smart. He's a personification of a part of the brain that almost shuts down cognitive ability - erotic desire. Horus has been outsmarting him for a long time. But what Set lacks in smarts - he makes up for in persistence.

This brave new Aeon of Horus, an alchemical wedding of global proportions, the pinnacle of Olympus reached, man become god, is officially being inaugurated with the London Olympics and some kind of stargate opening ritual that we can only guess at, but there is one big problem - Set is not on the guest list.

"I distinctly remember, Addison, crossing you off my guest list. What are you doing here?"

Dead or Alive?
I'm pretty sure we can expect Set to crash the party. Remember what happened the last time they got the stargate spinning up? Gate Crashers.

Jun 14, 2012

Torch Goes Out - UPDATE

Sad news today: Porn star Erik Rhodes had died. Via his twitter account:
Erik Rhodes has left us this morning at 5.30am his family and boyfriend Riccardo are in deep pain, please respect this sad moment

My heart goes out to his loved ones. He was only 30 years old, in an exclusive contract with Falcon Studios, and if anyone lived up to his stage name, it was Erik, truly a giant of a muscle man. He was from Long Island, NY.

The Colossus of Rhodes was a statue of the Greek Titan Helios, erected in the city of Rhodes on the Greek island of Rhodes by Chares of Lindos between 292 and 280 BC. It is considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. It was constructed to celebrate Rhodes' victory over the ruler of Cyprus, Antigonus I Monophthalmus, whose son unsuccessfully besieged Rhodes in 305 BC. ~wiki
The giant stood 33m tall, lifted a torch in the air, and was crowned with the rays of the sun. Seems a bit familiar...
To you, o Sun, the people of Dorian Rhodes set up this bronze statue reaching to Olympus, when they had pacified the waves of war and crowned their city with the spoils taken from the enemy. Not only over the seas but also on land did they kindle the lovely torch of freedom and independence. For to the descendants of Herakles belongs dominion over sea and land.
UPDATE 6/21/12: Eric Rhodes obituary in the NYT.
“The gay porn audience often looks to a hulking macho fantasy, and he provided that,” said Michael Musto, the Village Voice gossip columnist who was friendly with Mr. Rhodes. “He was Thor, the Hulk and the rest of the ‘Avengers’ cast wrapped in a gay package. And the fashion connection and the fact that he had a brain elevated him from your everyday escort-slash-porn-god and gave him texture.”

Jun 12, 2012

Red Eye Roger

By Your Command

Jun 10, 2012

I Want a New Drug

I saw this sad article about the never ending charade called the 'War on Drugs' today, which really means the "war on other drug dealers than US". Looking at the opium production graph, we can see why the Taliban had to be gotten rid of - the spice must flow.

I see Afghanistan as a great plantation of poppies - the South never lost the war, it just went elsewhere and changed crops. On the 21st century plantation, quotas must be kept, and any thieving by the workers is strictly punished.

I've been watching some old Miami Vice episodes, don't ask me why. Sonny, Tubbs and Edward James Olmos are constantly battling some shadowy drug dealer named "the Columbian" who is always one step ahead of them. I think we know who the Columbian really is.

It makes me think about our species, and our long and often difficult relationship with the green side of the planet. Going back to the very beginning of our myths, plant consciousness has always been with us, and really quite central to the story.

As a plant, the best way to ensure success is to make yourself indispensable to the animals around you, for instance, like bees have become dependent on flower pollen, and vice versa. With a primate you offer a euphoric experience that also happens to create an addictive and dependent relationship with the plant. Over time, the plant creates a situation where it is grown in the finest land on the planet, watered with care, defended with guns and bullets, and life is good. At least for the plant.

It is tempting to blame the plant for all this, but it's just doing what plants do. Poppies have, at least temporarily, put themselves at the top of the food chain, in a war that is possibly a war between sentient plant species, with human beings being merely convenient workers for a higher, plant-based consciousness. I'd really rather not be involved.

I remember Jeff Fairhall saying that George "Poppy" Bush was Satan. He was like... the poppies top gardener, did what it takes. Amply rewarded, I might add. His seeds go on to rule the world of vice, just like the poppy seeds.

OK, that may just be the way things are. Plants rule, maybe they created us. They even created our minds, so we can draw trees of life as symbols of higher consciousness.

I think its interesting how Satan is joined to this tree of knowledge, sort of a good yet bad guy. I know we all have our favorite plants of enlightenment in the garden, but maybe the poppy really IS Satan?

"You shall know them by their fruits"
I guess some plants just don't play well with others. Human beings are the Dooms Day Device for all species of plant but one: the poppy. Hope you love them, the elite certainly do. It's mono culture time.

Unless... maybe there's a spoor out there who sees a good opportunity. We worker bees are bit overdone with the poppy masters. I don't care if you're a slime mold, if you can make a better deal than the poppies, I'll find a way to see you, and paint you, as beautiful. Make an offer.

I want a new drug.

Jun 8, 2012

High Explosive Dual Purpose

Given the name of this blog is Gosporn, it's been a while since I posted anything worthy of the adult content warning so if pictures of carnal knowledge make you blush, please avert your eyes now.
HEDP, that acronym ... stands for High Explosive Dual Purpose — and those are the types of 40mm grenade rounds this young Marine has strapped across his chest. ~Bill in Exile

We can see 'this young Marine' has a bunch of golden peens strapped in there - little phallic weapons - one shot each, like little bottles of vodka on the airplane, or perhaps, little trident missiles.

This idea of the penis as a 'dual purpose' weapon, it's become pretty interesting. Obviously, the one purpose is to make sperm, those tiny and yet immensely explosive and powerful vehicles of insemination.

But I suspect the weapon has another use, and that is something related to what Alan Moore calls the Blazing World. An orgasm is called "the little death": a split second ego death experience and connection to the Blazing World - AKA Source, All, Id, Divine Miss Fem, etc.

I mean, I wonder if every time I cum, maybe I'm sending an Adam bomb into another dimension? Id Coming!!!

So, imagine all of humanity sending tiny but highly explosive bombshells of ego into the subconscious, all the time. If there is ONE thing we do well, it's have a fucking orgasm. It's a sex bomb.

It's building up in the subconscious, it's been building up for a long time. But it's full to bursting now, its TIME for whatever subconscious "baby" we've made to come forth. It's the birth day.

I still feel that semen is the key, or at least, the transmitter. Imagine semen as being the Mercurial messenger between realms, between we corporeal types and the fourth dimension. A messenger that goes both ways. We send our "messages in a bottle" to the subconscious during orgasm, we receive them back during the same process, the little spermatic carriers of the divine will.

I think that is why gay men are cock suckers. And I think that is why I saw this message yesterday from the Bringer of L... or should I say, the bringer of white. The feedback loop.

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