Sep 24, 2013

Above Us, Only Sky

Uranus (/ˈjʊərənəs/ or /jʊˈreɪnəs/; Ancient Greek Οὐρανός, Ouranos meaning "sky" or "heaven") was the primal Greek god personifying the sky. In Ancient Greek literature, Uranus or Father Sky was the son and husband of Gaia, Mother Earth.
We had a great wind storm here in PT a few days ago. It wasn't as bad as the media feared, but it was still pretty exciting. I had a bit of an epiphany, considering the ocean of atmosphere that surrounds the earth... how air, wind, sky and God are so intertwined in religious myth.
Pneuma (πνεῦμα) is an ancient Greek word for "breath," and in a religious context for "spirit" or "soul."
I saw a sailboat named Spirit today, and if ever there was a vessel powered by pneuma, that would be it. I thought how perhaps... the wind really IS a spirit, and perhaps the entire, roiling clouding mass of sky is alive, and even sentient, in its own way...

Now, the curious thing about the myth of Uranus is that he was castrated by his son, Cronus (Saturn) who became the God of time, and mortality. But this castration also resulted in the birth of Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, from pink foam.
From the genitals in the sea came forth Aphrodite. The learned Alexandrian poet Callimachus[13] reported that the bloodied sickle had been buried in the earth at Zancle in Sicily...

This brings us to the current America's Cup. The cup is the Grail (Gaia) and it is raced in Uranus (wind) powered vessels, with all kinds of arbitrary time and wind strength limits, and well, the whole idea of a race depends on time, or Cronus, as the arbiter. It's almost as if Time is afraid of Wind... refuses to play if he comes on too strong.

Gull wing doors
The curious thing about the current America's Cup is that the score is tied, 8-8. And well, we all know that you have to break 88 mph to conquer time. That's a hurricane. And maybe that's why I get a hard on every time the wind really blows. Aphrodite is the daughter of the power of love, after all.

Sep 18, 2013

Gas Attack

Gassed, 1918, John Singer Sargent

Lauren Loren Coleman reports that a legendary ghostly figure in a gas mask - "Switzerland's answer to the Loch Ness Monster", has finally been photographed.

Dressed in a military uniform with a gas mask covering his face, the figure, known as 'Le Loyon', is said to have been haunting the woods for the past decade. He apparently walks the same route every day.
However, there was no evidence of his existence until local news website Le Matin published the first known photograph of the mystery man last month, and now police are trying to track him down. But is it for real?
"I came across him near the marches," an unnamed amateur photographer who tracked him down told Le Matin. "I approached him up to a dozen metres away.
"He had a military cape, boots and an army gas mark - an antique type, I think. He measured more than 1.9m. He stared at me then turned his back on me and left in silence."

Curious timing: the materialization of a ghostly figure in a gas mask, and the gassing of innocents in Syria. Almost as if this unknown soldier was revived from the Western Front by a modern atrocity.
Another local resident, Marianne Descloux of Maules, said she also saw him: "It was a rainy Sunday. He had on a cap, a dark cloak and gas mask. What goes on in his head? I don't know. It was unpleasant. I hope I never run into him again."

You hope in vain, my dear Marianne.

As the bicameral mind is joined together once again, we will see legendary figures, or subconscious archetypes, come "back to life" as it were. The Gods will speak to us once more, the Visions will manifest, Great Deeds will once again be witnessed on earth.

This lonely soldier, let us guess what goes on in his head. It's anger. He fought in the "War to end all wars". And he was resting comfortably, secure that his deeds and sacrifice had made the world safe for democracy, or whoever. And yet, he's been rudely awakened a century later, and he sees the state of the world.

Perhaps Le Loyon is the Patron Saint of gas attack victims. He does not forget, or forgive. When Obama drew a symbolic "red line" against chemical weapons and then cynically violated it, the avenging ghosts from our subconscious may well have bridged the gap. The Menin Gate is now open.

Expect more of this. The chickens are coming home to roost.

"Monsters Jim! Monsters from the Id!"

Sep 10, 2013

Healing the Curse of the Black Pearl

The Schooner Adventuress
Argh! Me Maties!!! Having just returned from the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival, it's talk like a pirate day here at Gosporn. Today is also the tenth of September, the day before 9-11.

There are two pillars at the gate of the Temple of Solomon, there are two masts in a schooner. "Never forgive" is the voice from the pillar of Severity. It is implacable in its resolve, unending in its desire for justice. We have heard only this voice for the past 12 long years. I laid awake all last night, thinking about these cursed twin pillars - Severity and Mercy. I was thinking about a healing ritual.

In part, I was inspired by the pirates at the PT Wooden Boat Festival, who kept entraining me with odd syncs. When I was on parking detail, a woman asked me for special parking, as she was attached to the yacht Blackbeard.

When I was on dock detail, a girl came up to ask me where I might find the yacht Blackbeard, she had a box of wine glasses to be delivered. Eventually, I even heard a girl mention Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, to her parents as I walked by.

The Curse of the Black Pearl is a Masonic healing ritual, disguised as a pirate movie. The only thing that can placate the pillar of Severity is the pillar of Mercy. So a scapegoat must be created, either real or imaginary (preferably both), and who willingly goes, like a lamb, to the slaughter. This is the very heart and core of the Jesus ritual - saved from judgement by the blood of the mercy lamb.

This is the 12th anniversary of the destruction of the Third Temple of Solomon. I wonder... will the temple be restored on the same day it was destroyed? Will the curse be forgiven? Will there be a resumption of sacrificial worship?

Only Captain Jack Sparrow knows fer sure. Arghhhhhh....

Sep 4, 2013

Fuck Yeah!

Long time readers of Gosporn already know that Jeff Fairhall told me (in a mushroom trance) that FUCK was the name of the Creator. To the Greeks he was Eros, but to us, the most powerful verbal affirmation of creative energy is... a forbidden four letter word.

This summer is another America's Cup summer, or as I like to say, Grail Racing. This year the race is in San Francisco, and it's been a debacle from the get go, so I won't go into all that now. Why I'm posting this is because of two curious syncs:

1. Woodenboat magazine is featuring a San Francisco schooner named EROS.

2. This footage of young men racing on San Francisco bay for the Youth America's Cup who yell "Fuck Yeah!" after nailing the start. (1:55).

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