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A Visible Sign

2012-02-08T19:40:00.000-08:00

Heritage Hall, the former Christian Science Church, was built in 1922. It now houses the Heritage Hall Resource Center, which is operated by the Kirkland Heritage Society. Overlooking Heritage Park and Lake Washington, this classic Greek revival architectural style building is fully restored to its original 1920’s design.

Oliver the terrier and I walk around this building about once a month, more in the summer. With it's lovely outdoor veranda and gardens, it's popular for weddings. As seen from space, we can see that the grounds of Heritage Hall are laid out with geometric precision. This geometry is a sign that Freemasons were involved in the planning. Let's lay it out, shall we?

This Masonic square and compasses is an emblem of the fraternity. In fact, the Square and Compasses is trademark protected by the fraternity.

For centuries, the square and compasses have represented the fraternity of Freemasonry. It is an emblem because its only meaning is that it represents the fraternity.

When you view it, you would not confuse it with representing any other entity other than Freemasonry. It represents an abstract idea, (that of a group of people who conform to specific beliefs.)

When you see the image of the 2 symbols (the Masonic square and compasses) in this configuration, together, they emblemize the fraternity. They are a visible "sign" of the fraternity. ~Masonic Lodge of Education

Sirius Radio

2012-01-05T21:00:00.000-08:00

Var and I watched Best In Show on New Years Eve. It's a 'mocumentary' about the fictional Mayflower Kennel Club Dog Show in Philadelphia ("where the dogs are the stars"), the winning pooch is a Norwich Terrier named Winky.

Christopher Guest's character is Harlan Pepper, a good ol' southern boy who is showing Hubert, the bloodhound. He talks about how Hubert is telepathic, and later we see Harlan taking up ventriloquism, the art of "throwing your voice". We see Harlan explaining the ancient roots of ventriloquism with an Egyptian hieroglyph showing an Egyptian holding an Egyptian "dummy". Harlan is a shitty ventriloquist - we can see his lips move.

Osiris is an Egyptian god, who is associated with Sirius - the dog star. Some say Osiris was an alien, and aliens are usually telepathic. I began musing about telepathic messages from the gods of Sirius, delivered through the medium of our subconscious - dreams and visions. P. K. Dick called it VALIS, and likened it to telepathic communication from an orbiting satellite. I began thinking of the moon as the satellite dish of Sirius - a transmitter - that's no moon...

I had all these ideas and odd dreams that night, about getting a message from Sirius. I saw an image of an Egyptian god for a few seconds - very clearly. Just as that idea comes into my head, Oliver the Oz-tralian terrier jumps off the bed and pukes on the carpet? So... I remember it, because Oliver woke me up right then, delivering his "message".

And this is where it gets kind of weird. Next day, new years day, we are walking the dogs down by the lake, by a parking lot, and this woman and her husband comes rushing out of their BMW to inquire all about our dogs, gushing about how cute they are: "What breed are they? Who's your vet? Do you know a good dog sitter?" So it turns out she's a recent import from PHILADELPHIA, and the reason she is asking all these questions is because she's soon to be getting a NORWICH TERRIER that she calls her new 'baby', and she wants everything to be prepared for its imminent arrival!?

Driving back home, we follow another BMW with MFALCON plates. That would be the Millennium Falcon, or the Aeon of Horus. Sometimes, I can see your lips moving, Osiris.

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NOTES:

Alan (the Green Man) at Happy Creatures has been having Sirius syncs too.

Hubert is a Germanic given name, from hug "mind" and beraht "bright". It also occurs as a surname, possibly derived from "Houber's son" or "(son) of Heber" or simply "Heberite".

The Millennium Falcon sports a large and prominent, quite vulnerable, reflector dish. Long-time readers of this blog already know my opinion on what is the true "reflector dish". The Falcon is piloted by Han(d) Solo, for a reason.

Happy 2012

2011-12-30T19:44:00.000-08:00

Well, ladies and gents, the big year is finally upon us! The one we’ve all been waiting for, the year we all incarnated for. The End of Time, Apocalypse, Galactic Alignment, Star Gate, Second Coming, call it what you will.

I have no idea how things will play out, but personally I think we’re in for a really big show. The Forbidden Planet is open for business - make all your dreams come true. Sit back and enjoy the ride, or take an active part in the global play - its up to you. The only option you don’t have is changing the channel.

The Cemetry Gates

2011-12-29T22:15:00.000-08:00

I once had a crush on a guy, he gave me a cassette of Morrissey instead. It included Cemetry Gates:

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on yours side

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on yours side
While Wilde is on mine

Instead of a suite in the Paris Hotel, I got a ticket to the underworld.

Space Balls

2011-12-22T22:31:00.000-08:00

Today is either Winter Solstice or the day after, and it’s been a personal best for absolutely gorgeous syncs. I won’t bore you with most of them because they are all so personal each one takes way too much backstory to even explain, so just forget it. But one sync is special... Santa Seed.

We walk the dogs by a house that serves up a sort of “Candy Cane Lane” Christmas decoration. It’s all handmade and really fabulous, compared to the inflatable snowmen, robotic reindeer and LCD Christmas lights that now blight the land. I found this little sign: Santa Seeds.

Santa is yet another version of the divine creative force - his gifts are contained in his “sack” and he “cums" down the chimney “shaft” to deliver them. The traditions of Christmas are full of coy sexuality, from the candy canes to mistletoe to “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus”. Homoerotic art pretty much expresses the true meaning of the season: the spirit of life, growth, and rebirth.

Santa’s “seed” is the gift of life itself. I have to say that living on a planet with some kind of death wish, that’s a Christmas card I can use right now. It’s curious that today, the media reports a strange metal orb landing in Africa:

WINDHOEK — A large metallic ball fell out of the sky on a remote grassland in Namibia, prompting baffled authorities to contact NASA and the European space agency. The hollow ball with a circumference of 1.1 metres (43 inches) was found near a village in the north of the country some 750 kilometres (480 miles) from the capital Windhoek, according to police forensics director Paul Ludik. Locals had heard several small explosions a few days beforehand, he said. With a diameter of 35 centimetres (14 inches), the ball has a rough surface and appears to consist of "two halves welded together". It was made of a "metal alloy known to man" and weighed six kilogrammes (13 pounds), said Ludik.

It’s an acorn, obviously - a metallic “seed”. Perhaps, the ID invasion has at last begun. Christ, I sound like Chicken Little. According to Disney, Chicken Little was about an alien invasion from acorn loving aliens. I sort of cut my sync teeth on that movie: One Little Slip.

I like how the media says it’s made from a “metal alloy known to man”. Yup. Relax, haul it in for investigation. Probably Chinese, look at the shitty welding. Check it out, open up that hollow interior. Trojan Horse, anyone?

Looking back at the movie poster, I see Chicken Little's "tail feather" is a stalk of corn. Osiris, planting his seed. What a gay movie.

I dunno. maybe... this will be the Christmas to re-member. Merry Xmas all, and to all a good night!

Art by the always amazing Class Comics.

Keep the Sun in the Solstice

2011-12-17T20:14:00.000-08:00

Apparently the Christian Taliban are going all out against the “War on Christmas” with a Keep the Christ in Christmas campaign, boycotting stores that say a simple “Happy Holidays” or something equally Satanic:

Target stores have been demonstrating their distaste for Christians and our traditions. Target has been one of the first to lead the way of political correctness and were one of the first to lead the war on Christmas. Target shows a distaste for Christianity in their open actions of being Gay friendly and have banned the Salvation Army. Target demonstrates that "Christ not in Christmas. Target has a war on Christmas and they also do not respect Thanksgiving. The Target stores do not appear to be concerned with the Ten Commandments of Jesus. BOYCOTT TARGET STORES Target boycott urged for Thanksgiving weekend!

What a coincidence that Jesus was born right after the winter solstice. What a coincidence he is associated with wheat, bread, wine, and the many symbols of fertility that surround a solar religion, the most basic being that he is “born again” every single year. What a coincidence that he was born, not from the seed of a mortal man, but from the seed of the Father - the Solar Father who gave birth to us all.

The solar symbol is the circumpunkt, a symbol of fertility and generation, also used by Target stores as their logo. I swear, these Christians have the worst aim.

“Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”

Note: Target is NOT “Gay friendly”, and is indeed the target of a gay boycott. So they can’t win for losing. Much like Jesus.

Go Go Gojira

2011-12-14T21:28:00.000-08:00

"I have something to say"

The Tōhoku Earthquake and subsequent nuclear disaster was the biggest story of 2011, and while the media has moved on, I haven't. The Fukushima nuclear power plants continue to spew radiation into earth, wind and water, and since I live directly down stream from the Japan Current, I’m sort of first in line. Local milk and cheese is radioactive, hell, even the rain is radioactive. The spinach we grow in our backyard “victory garden” is radioactive.

It’s not as if we weren’t warned, and Fukushima is yet another example of gross negligence, greed and dereliction of duty, thank you very much, Military-Industrial complex.

There is not an institution in existence, of any importance, which will not have to be torn down. Unions, corporations, schools, the UN, IMF, World Bank, WTO, they all have to go. All of them. ~Ian Welsh

All torn down, you say? Who ya gonna call! Japan’s famous monster, born from the fires of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, an avenging angel of destruction created by nuclear radiation - the “fallout” from monkeys playing with the fire of the Gods.

Gojira (ゴジラ?) is a combination of two Japanese words: gorira (gorilla), and kujira (whale), which is fitting because in one planning stage, Godzilla was described as "a cross between a gorilla and a whale”, alluding to his size, power and aquatic origin.

Gojira, or Godzilla, is both a destroyer and a savior, a creature bent on destroying the ability of man to destroy the earth. Personally, I take him as another Shiva resonator. Shiva, “The Destroyer”.

Shiva and smashing particles have long been intertwined in our modern folklore. Robert Oppenheimer, Supervising Scientist Manhattan Project:

Now I am become Death [Shiva], destroyer of worlds.

The original scripture:

If the radiance of a thousand suns Were to burst at once into the sky That would be like the splendor of the Mighty one... I am become Death, The shatterer of Worlds. ~Bhagavad-Gita

The mighty Ohio class nuclear submarine is called the Trident, because its power of nuclear destruction is akin to the power of Shiva - whose infamous, and unstoppable, weapon is the trident.

In Greek myth, Poseidon, “the earth shaker” also wields a trident. In Fukushima we see an earthquake, nukes, disaster coming from the sea, and the “radiance of a thousand suns”.

Now, thanks to Fukushima, Shiva is truly loosed on the world, in the form of radio-active particles “impregnating” the earth. We might almost think of these particles as his “semen”.

Even though we fear him, Shiva’s primary mission is to destroy an illusion. The Godzilla films are infamous for being so outrageously bad at the art of illusion. The toy cars look like toy cars, we can even see the zippers on Godzilla's suit. Let us not forget that a man plays the role of Godzilla.

Mars Attacks

2011-12-03T22:12:00.000-08:00

We have a “pet fly” lately. It’s been buzzing around the house for over a week or so, Var named it “Blake”. For many reasons this syncs with me. Let me try to explain:

- House flies in December are rare.
- We appear to have only one. It doesn’t die.
- This fly could be the same fly or the son of fly, or maybe superfly, but there is only one at a time, and it keeps hanging out - a fly on the wall.

At the same time this fly is hanging about, I have all these crazy “Mars” syncs: Everyone is suddenly using the word “grok”. Grok is a word from Heinlein’s fictional “Martian Language” in his novel: ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’.

The symbol for Mars, the NE pointing arrow, is also known as masculine, iron, and a Swedish automobile company, Volvo. I keep seeing Volvos. The latest is one today with a 144 license plate, y’all know what the does to me.

Mars is transiting Leo right now, between Oct. 30, 2011 and June 21, 2012. Mars is red and Leo is the Lion so the Red Lion Inn.

In Quatermass and the Pit, the Martians are depicted as insectoid. In fact, the popular alien is insectoid in appearance, with a large bald head and enormous black eyes.

In my crazy Star Trek Dream, the “aliens” are definitely insectoid.

Heinlein also envisions an invasion of extra-terrestrial bugs in Starship Troopers.

Marty McFly

The Fly - starring Jeff Goldblum. Jeff also battles insectoid aliens in Independence Day.

Naturally, the moment that insects are looming large in my life, we see the biggest fucking insect ever snapped on film, aka flypaper. It's name is weta.

"bigger than Jesus"

Revelation of the Method

2011-12-01T21:32:00.000-08:00

I haven’t had a lot of time to read the news, watch cool vids or keep up on the latest Hollywood trash/sync goldmine. Life has gotten pretty busy and I’m really happy about that, actually. The thing I’ve noticed is that the syncs don’t stop, they simply act out in “real life”, same as in the movies. I have my various Isis, Osiris, Set and Horus resonators, they keep popping up, over and over.

And when I say these names of the old Gods, I don’t really mean THEM, I mean what they represent - the archetypes. And when I say archetype, what I really mean is something that lives within my own psyche - a creature of my own imagination or subconscious. What is curious is that we all seem to share the same archetypes, hence my growing belief in a collective “hive mind” - call it what you will.

This Mind isn’t just a collective of egoic consciousness, though it is that as well. It actually has the ability to morph reality, change things, make shit happen. It does it all the time but apparently it’s sort of shy or something, and it doesn’t really want to be noticed. In my life it’s always doing the craziest shit, but I had to learn its language first, before I could really get what was going on. The language is that of symbols - religious, mostly. Numbers, geometry, sigils, gods and heroes, all that. It’s like the Esperanto of the subconscious, or something.

Speaking of Esperanto, there has been only one movie ever filmed in Esperanto, and guess who it starred? Hint: his communicator features a "universal translator".

Besides learning the dialect, the other thing is to listen. Sync is the art of listening to this Mind. It speaks via repetition of symbols. “Listening”, is simply noticing the pattern of the moment. Are we seeing a lot of 77’s lately? Or maybe the color red is resonating. Or maybe we recognize ourselves, or those around us, acting out a particular archetypal narrative. this layering of syncs can get fairly intense at times, with all aspects playing a sort of symbolic symphony of meaning. My humble ego is not really able to grasp the entirety of the Word, so to speak, but I do have my moments.

Honestly, I think this Mind is asserting itself right now. We egos have quite obviously fucked everything up. Again.

And as it was in the days of Noe, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man. ~Luke 17:26

There’s a huge amount of shit to deal with when you consider that maybe your ego isn’t the king of the universe like you thought. Am I merely an Id robot? A puppet of a higher consciousness? Is there any free will at all? I don’t know any of the answers, but I’m very open. In a way, I’m relieved that my ego isn’t in control after all, petty tyrant that it is. These days, I think of my egoic self as on a roller coaster that has its ups and downs traveling along the tracks of destiny. I don’t really have much choice about what goes by me under the wheels of time. But a saying keeps going through my head:

Carpe Diem - Seize the Day. “Stop Time” in other words.

The Howling

2011-11-18T19:26:00.000-08:00

Oliver awoke this morning with a long, mournful howl... he was dreaming. That was the first time I think he ever did that - wake up howling, not dreaming. He's always dreaming.

How you have fallen from the heavens! Howl, son of the dawn! You are hacked down to the earth, defeater of all nations. ~Isaiah 14:12

This famous verse of Isaiah is generally considered to refer to the downfall of the King of Tyre, though some say the King of Babylon. Burning Taper.

The sea king at whose command Tyre was built was Hiram of Tyre, most well-known for his role in building the Temple of Solomon. ~Hiram, King of Tyre

In any case, since the U.S.A is the Masonic New Atlantis (the sea kings), that would symbolically make our president related to the King of Tyre. Even if it meant Babylon, ever since George W. Bush became “King of Babylon”, our president can wear that crown too. Tyre, Babylon, tomatoes, tomaatoes.

Alan at The Happy Creatures was noting more KK and antichrist symbolism running around this month, and somehow manages to sync in Angry Birds, who stand in so nicely for the OWS movement, or as I like to say, the Owls. So of course, homoerotic artist Patrick Fillion tumbles in today with an angry owl.

It’s funny because we have a slow leak in one of the VW tires that we’ve been nursing for weeks because new tires aren’t in the budget quit yet. The King of Tires is in Dallas, TX. No doubt he drives a Lincoln.

The Divine Miss Neith

2011-11-17T21:16:00.000-08:00

Last week, I realized I wanted (needed) to get in touch with Mary, the Divine Fem. That’s also Bette Midler, the Divine Miss M. Bette got her start playing gay bath houses in NYC, FYI. So I put on “The Rose” and did my best to grok the fullness. I felt so freakin’ Catholic it wasn’t even funny.

Even made Oprah cry.

It started when I was watching LOTR - Two Towers. The hobbits are chased into the murky woods by a hungry orc, and they are saved when Pippin yells “Merry!”, which awakens Treebeard, who squashes the orc. So... I am Pippin, chases by orcs (egoic demons) and I call on Mary, or the Divine Miss Fem: Isis, Ishtar. Gaia. Somehow, she awakens the ancient phallic tree that saves the Shire. Or something like that.

Anyway, it just seemed important to pray to her, OK? After all, it was “Isis” who had the bucks to save Oliver.

“She’s rich.” ~Luke Skywalker, A New Hope

Santa María Madre de Dios! Today is the 17th (Osiris, KK day) I’m wandering the Kirkland library and I pick up a sailing mag called Classic Boat, a nice publication from the UK. It’s their Special American Edition, so they are featuring a lot of classic yachts from across the pond. One is named Neith. The 100 year old yacht even features an idol of her, in the main cabin. Oddly enough, Neith has been brought back from the dead many times, being an extremely lucky vessel.

In Egyptian mythology, Neith (also known as Nit, Net, and Neit) was an early goddess in the Egyptian pantheon. Neith was a goddess of war and of hunting and had as her symbol, two crossed arrows over a shield. Her symbol also identified the city of Sais. Her name also may be interpreted as meaning water. In time, this led to her being considered as the personification of the primordial waters of creation. She is identified as a great mother goddess in this role as a creator.

Neith is called the Virgin Mother of Ra, Isis is the sister/wife of Osiris and the Mother of Horus, Mary is the Mother of Jesus, Jesus is our own-personal-sun god, “mar” is the root of marine (aka classic boats). I took it as a sign.

Sometimes Neith was pictured as a woman nursing a baby crocodile, and she was titled "Nurse of Crocodiles". As the personification of the concept of the primordial waters of creation in the Ogdoad theology, she had no gender. As mother of Ra, she was sometimes described as the "Great Cow who gave birth to Ra". Neith was considered to be a goddess of wisdom and was appealed to as an arbiter in the dispute between Horus and Seth.

Flipping a few more pages, I see they have a story about a newly restored yacht called St. Patrick. The Patron Saint of Ireland converted the Irish from worship of a previous mother deity to Mary. Of course, St. Patrick’s day is 3/17, which is the mythical date of Osiris’ death, who is the husband/brother of Isis. And the Irish have luck, or so they say.

Treebeard is also known as the Green Man, which is another name for Osiris.

In a way, Neith has helped me to turn back time, to see the Goddess in all her guises. I may not have stripped her bare, but honestly, I don’t want to. To me, she will remain a holy virgin.

I am the things that are, that will be, and that have been. No one has ever laid open the garment by which I am concealed. The fruit which I brought forth was the sun.

Wow! Who woulda thunk everything could be contained within the pages of the November Classic Boat?

A Blind Date With Destiny

2011-10-31T22:12:00.000-07:00

Hey Gospornographers, long time, no see. It’s not that I haven’t been busy with syncs, I’d say overly busy, and I just haven’t grasped an overlying theme from which to tie it all together, so the syncs float like logs, waiting to be made into a raft. So on with it, if there is no coherent narrative, at least these are the sticks from which one is to be made.

1. The #OWS movement. Or OWLS, as I like to read. Apparently, graphic novelist Alan Moore has written a sort of script for this time, spanning his various works from V for Vendetta to the Watchmen.

2. The Marines. Yes, the defenders of the Union, but more than that, the army of Mary, Isis, the Devine Feminine. The assholes for good.

3. Robin Hood. The noble thief, bows and arrows, wearing of the green. Prince of Baghdad, Han Solo, Dukes of Hazzard, rebels.

4. The Trident, or weapon of Shiva/Neptune. The Nautilus, Captain Nemo, Noone, Kahn, Iron Giant. The one who can wield it is the one who can aim it at himself. The true Lion King has no pride.

5. Captain America. Not so much as the defender of America, but the American Dream. Whatever that is. Spirit of 76. Ghosts from the past, especially WWII.

6. Cranes. Yes, cranes, as in wading birds: storks, flamingos, herons, the deliverers of babies. Also giant lifting devices as found in shipyards. Tractor beams.

7. Silver. Wealth, not necessarily physical. Mercury, messenger.

8.‘The death of Paris’ as the opening act. This is part of a dream I had about Lieutenant Paris (from Star Trek Voyager) falling to his death off of a high bridge. This syncs with the Marines, because of Parris Island. Trojan War, etc.

9. Imminent travel. A voyage, passport, proper currency. The VW Camper Van. Marinara sauce.

10. The Blind Date. A date with destiny? A cosmic version of the Dating Game.

11. Time Travel. Marty McFly to Billy Pilgrim. Time's up. "As if there was no tomorrow".

12. Rebirth. The Phoenix, Horus, Eagle, Thunderbird, Jesus.

Steve vs. Billy

2011-10-07T19:30:00.000-07:00

I'd just finished reading Slaughterhouse Five when Steve Jobs died, and the contrast between the Apple CEO and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim could not have been more pronounced.

"Here's to the Crazy Ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world - are the ones who DO!" ~ Apple Computer

VS:

Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, present, and the future. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five, pg. 77

Steve Jobs was perhaps the most ego-driven man on the planet, certainly the most successful. Like Midas, everything he touched turn to gold. Driven by a fear of not accomplishing anything of note before he died, Steve rather over-shot his goal, changing everything.

Billy Pilgrim, on the other hand, is perhaps the most ego-less character ever invented, seemingly pulled this way and that by fate, with no hands on the wheel whatsoever. Despised by his peers, always playing a hopeless fool, Billy doesn’t even seem to try. He has a secret reason for not trying though; he is a time traveler, and he knows every moment in time has already happened, even the ones in the future.

“It means your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you. ~Dr. Emmet Brown

Pilgrim might not agree. Free Will vs. Pre-destination, ego vs. Id, the eternal debate goes on.

In this world, there are very few of us who achieve our egoic dreams. Those who do probably think we losers just didn’t try hard enough, didn’t want it badly enough. Steve’s ego dreams were better than most, he was smarter than most. He realized he could get what he wanted by giving everyone else what they wanted, or at least a 99¢ song about it.

But now Steve’s dead, and you can’t take it with you. Though maybe you can leave it behind. Steve’s parting gift is the iPhone 4S, a little critter gifted with the first mass-market Artificial Intelligence - Siri.

Siri (Iris, the “illuminated eye phone”) is connected to all his other selves via the iCloud, a central database accessible through a wireless network. The iCloud goes “live” on October 12, 2011. It sounds pretty fabulous, what could possibly go wrong?

NOTES:

The first Apple computer went on sale for $666.66

In Occupy Wall St., we're all demanding jobs.

He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive an Apple ID on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell in the app store unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name. This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666.

The Apple of Discord.

This page written on a Mac.

Justice is Coming

2011-10-01T19:35:00.000-07:00

It would be cool if the Occupation of the Right Bank wore little smiley face buttons. I can't be in NYC right now to hang with my comrades, but I'm there in spirit. And a graphic.

Pit Stop on the Highway to Hell

2011-09-28T22:09:00.000-07:00

A pitted Olive. It sent Oliver to doggie emergency last weekend on Sept. 24. (he’s recovering nicely, thanks).

Brad Pitt, who is Tyler Durden, the destroyer of ego.

Dr. Manhattan, who is blue and destroys the world.

Shiva, who is blue and is called the Destroyer of Worlds.

Physicist Robert Oppenheimer, Supervising Scientist Manhattan Project.

"...now I am become Death [Shiva], the destroyer of worlds..."

Dirk Pitt, who rose the Titanic from the abyss. Played by Matthew McConaughey.

The pits of Greg Plitt, the real-life model for Dr. Manhattan.

Goldmember, who like Osiris, has a golden phallus.

Often, he talks to his armpits in a ritual-like fashion, usually whispering proper sources of certain phrases for copyright purposes. For example, after saying "And that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it," quietly comments to the side "KC and the Sunshine Band."

Apollyon, the Destroyer, ascending from the Pit.

Cryptic message from “Sachin” on Sept. 24.

The name Sachin is derived, via Indic languages like Bengali and Marathi, from the Sanskrit name Shachindra. Shachindra is a name given to Hindu mythological god Indra which means Shachi’s Indra. Shachi was one of the wives of Indra. It is the other name of Hindu god Shiva.

Shock and Awe 2012

2011-09-16T20:10:00.000-07:00

"In our obsession with antagonisms of the moment, we often forget how much unites all the members of humanity. Perhaps we need some outside, universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world" ~ Ronald Reagan, Speech to the United Nations General Assembly, 42nd General Assembly, September 21, 1987

Some of my earliest work at Gosporn was about the alien savior/threat meme, how it was possible that the alien invader might be standing in for an invasion of cosmic consciousness come to a small planet of egoic apes. In the bible, this is called the Second Coming, with Jesus/Lucifer arriving in his flying cuboid New Jerusalem to bring peace, understanding and collective galactic consciousness. Anyone can join, as long as you kill your ego. This is essentially what Terrence McKenna was saying - that by 2012 the Id would likely manifest as a global ‘close encounter’.

Back then I felt like a voice preaching in the wilderness, because everyone into alien conspiracy theory was all about aliens as demons, reptilians, etc. Hollywood has been exceptionally busy this year making alien invasion films that glorify the military and demonize aliens, and yea, you could say it’s all more of the same since that’s what Hollywood always does but damn it if the timing isn’t interesting.

Both National Geographic and Discovery Channel did alien invasion “what if” scenarios that hammer home the existential threat of an alien invasion, painting the aliens as being like Nazis, only worse, much worse.

From the Watchman? A “watch” man might be someone interested in the timing of global events.

"Today Americans would be outraged if U.N. troops entered Los Angeles to restore order; tomorrow they will be grateful. This is especially true if they were told there was an outside threat from beyond, whether real or promulgated, that threatened our very existence. It is then that all peoples of the world will plead with world leaders to deliver them from this evil. The one thing every man fears is the unknown. When presented with this scenario, individual rights will be willingly relinquished for the guarantee of their well being granted to them by their world government." ~ Henry Kissinger speaking at Evian, France, May 21, 1992 Bilderburg meeting.

It’s interesting that Kissinger calls out the City of Angels, since that is exactly where the Battle of Los Angeles is set, and also the city first hit in Independence Day. If I were leading an army of angels/aliens on a mission to destroy egoic illusion, then perhaps I would strike first at the center of the illusion making machinery.

I can easily imagine the military industrial complex creating an alien threat as the latest economic stimulus package, that’s what they always do, and they’re fresh out of commies and even terrorists are wearing thin. The only real threat to American hegemony might come from outside this world.

The Shekinah

In Port Townsend on 9/10, a woman passed me on the sidewalk and I hear her exclaim “shock and awe” as we passed. I presume she was talking to her husband, but I was the one listening. “Shock and awe” is a military tactic used during the invasion of Iraq that is code for Shekinah, the dwelling place of the LORD. The code implies that America is in possession of the Shekinah or Ark of the Covenant, and therefor all her foes will be defeated as were the foes of the Israelites, since obviously, America is New Israel and we cast ourselves as the Chosen People. George Lucas lays it all out in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Many have considered the hydrogen bomb to be the modern Shekinah, no doubt Harry Truman, 33 degree Freemason, considered it so. However, the National Geographic alien invasion propaganda makes me wonder. The show specifically states that the aliens would employ “shock and awe” against humanity. But how could they, since WE have the Shekinah?

The Seventh Seal

The nations were angry; and your wrath has come. The time has come for judging the dead, and for rewarding your servants the prophets and your saints and those who reverence your name, both small and great-- and for destroying those who destroy the earth." Then God's temple in heaven was opened, and within his temple was seen the ark of his covenant. And there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder, an earthquake and a great hailstorm. ~Revelation 11:18-19

Oops. The aliens DO have the Shekinah. As National Geographic (and Independence Day) go to great trouble to convey, nukes are impotent against the alien Ark of the Covenant. And if the aliens have the Ark, that would make earth the equivalent of “Jericho”, soon to be invaded by the alien “Israelites”.

This makes for good theater, and allow me write up a possible screen play:

1. A mysterious celestial object is discovered by astronomers to be heading towards earth. It could be an asteroid, small planet, etc. Mass media reports 24/7, theories, speculation, paranoia creeps in. Military discloses that they have reason to believe the UFO is a credible threat.

2. NASA reveals that the UFO is hollow, maybe a space station (“that’s no moon!”). Massive public effort to communicate with UFO, American Idol contests, etc. It remains unresponsive. Paranoia grows.

3. As the UFO nears earth, earthquakes and lightning storms suddenly increase. Paranoia turns to fear. Psychics, UFO abductees chime in.

4. Republicans pushes for the militarization of space - the Gaia Defense Initiative. Public pressure mounts in favor. Previously secret technology: energy beam weapons, anti-grav, zero-point energy is revealed and the next great space race is on, geeks and war nerds are in hog heaven.

5. Governments agree to work together against the universal threat, Ronald Reagan’s dream of a planet united in fear is realized. A One World Government.

6. Massive bombardment against death star UFO from earth. Unsuccessful.

7. Holy Man tells all earthlings to unite in a special prayer to empower Ion Cannon and destroy death star. All earth combines in a single prayer.

8.The Ion Cannon is successful. UFO does a 'Passover', causes no harm. Earth breaths huge sigh of relief, Age of Aquarius, NWO is welcomed by all.

In the aftermath, some may consider that we’ve been had. Perhaps a UFO Truth Movement will result. But it won’t really matter because soon enough, along will come the next existential threat to grab the headlines, another time around the Karma loop.

Cowboys and Aliens

2011-09-14T19:07:00.000-07:00

I know this does’t make any sense, but I’m thinking about 911, aliens and cowboys all at the same time, and Doonsebury just nailed it.

"In our obsession with antagonisms of the moment, we often forget how much unites all the members of humanity. Perhaps we need some outside, universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world"
~ Ronald Reagan, Speech to the United Nations General Assembly, 42nd General Assembly, September 21, 1987

The War of the Worlds - 2012

2011-09-04T21:50:00.000-07:00

“On Sunday, October 30, 1938, millions of radio listeners were shocked when radio news alerts announced the arrival of Martians. They panicked when they learned of the Martians' ferocious and seemingly unstoppable attack on Earth. Many ran out of their homes screaming while others packed up their cars and fled. Though what the radio listeners heard was a portion of Orson Welles' adaptation of the well-known book, ‘War of the Worlds’ by H. G. Wells, many of the listeners believed what they heard on the radio was real.”

On May 22, 2011, National Geographic ran its own version of the War of the Worlds, creating a “documentary” on the subject of an alien attack on earth, and how that might play out. They pulled out all the stops: big CGI effects, dramatic music, “expert” testimony, etc. I finally watched it today. Jesus... they hit all the buttons:

Compared the aliens to Nazis, and predatory cats.
Portray the aliens as incommunicative - “unknowable”.
The aliens destroy “civilization” (F-18’s, missiles, bombs, weapons factories, etc.)
In the absence of alien communication, they assume the worst.
Invoke Ronald Reagan’s famous alien invasion speech.
Showed human beings at our worst in a disaster, using Hurricane Katrina as an example. (looting Walmart - the horror!)
Shock and Awe, or Shekinah.
Portray the aliens harvesting all organic life, beaming up the trees, cows and people.
All the nations of the world combine to combat the threat (Armageddon).

Artful propaganda to be sure, and why the hell National Geographic has become a Fox News - Steven Spielberg clone is a great question - sort of exceeding their mandate. What was wrong with bare breasted African ladies?

I dunno, but with 2012 coming up and Terrance McKenna’s prediction of the Id manifesting as an alien spaceship in 2012, I find this all very curious. I'd link to the NG site tonight, but apparently their server is down... just like in their alien invasion scenario.

UPDATE:

I've been checking out the NG site (now that they're back online) and wow have I been out of touch. NG doesn't do trips into the Amazon much anymore, now it's all 911, Hitler and aliens. They're like the Discovery Channel - war, disaster and paranoia, 24/7. It reminds me of Popular Science magazine, which became "Popular War" magazine after 911. A small sampling:

If I Could Turn Back Time

2011-09-03T21:01:00.000-07:00

The Cosmic Revision

People who know me know I have a bit of a fixation with time travel. Time travel, muscle and big dicks. But we’ll stick with time travel today. Mostly. Even as a kid I read all the time travel fiction I could find and last winter I finally read 'A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court', by Mark Twain. Why time travel? Why is Back to the Future so important to me? Why did I hear The Power of Love piping through the muse ack as I walked into Trader Joe’s on 9/1/11?

Well, I dunno, so I decided to ask the Goddess:

If I Could Turn Back Time

Those are some pretty big guns (dicks) you’re dancing around, little girl. Cher’s “comeback” video was filmed aboard the battleship USS Missouri (rhymes with Misery). The USS Missouri played a huge part in WWII, being the vessel upon which the Japanese surrendered.

Oddly enough, I saw the Missouri every summer as a kid, because we drove by the Bremerton Naval shipyards on our way to the beach cabin, and there she was floating, in mothballs.

But even more than that, Missouri is a great river, much like the Nile, Jordan or Hudson. The Missouri is the longest river in North America, and drains into the Mississippi. If the Mighty Mississip is the North American Nile, then Missouri is the Upper Nile, or headwaters, while New Orleans lies in the delta, the capitol of Lower Egypt.

Horus is the God of Lower Egypt while Set is the God of Upper Egypt, the God of the desert. I’ve mused that these rivers and gods represent some kind of spiritual energy that flows through us, the Kundalini, Tree of Life, etc. The Source, or the “headwaters” is Upper Egypt, and like the Nile, I suspect the river runs south to north, or from base chakra on up. So the Source, or Set, is the primeval force of nature, creation, the urge, also the “headwaters”. Confusing? Well, yes, until we realize we have two heads. Here’s the "headwater". Naturally, he's a red head.

Naked Justice by Patrick Fillion

It seems pretty obvious to me that Set is Eros, and possibly Yahweh, the primeval force of creation. But he’s not very smart, and mostly just thinks with his dick. He’s kind of a dick head.

Dr. Dick by HvH

The Prophecy states that Horus (our higher selves, Lower Egypt) is the crowned and conquering child, the one who overcomes Set, wrestles with the Angel of God and earns the name Israel. (sorry for mixing religious archetypes, they are all blending into one). This is essentially what I was writing about in the Sync Book. Set can’t really be beaten, or beheaded. Like the Hydra, he grows back two heads to replace the one cut off. The traditional mythic road of the hero is to attack and conquer the enemy, from Hercules to St. George to GWB. But it’s not so simple anymore. Terror only grows stronger the more you attack it. Was Jesus talking about Set when he told us the greatest commandment?

And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. -Mark 12:30

Well, again, I dunno. But Cher is the queen of turning back time (via the magic of plastic surgery) and now her daughter (Chastity/virgin) has become a hermaphrodite and is dancing with the stars.

Maybe the only way to beat Set is to surrender to him. Or at least, give him what he wants. We need to be a bit clever, Horus and I.

When Doves Cry

2011-08-28T20:52:00.000-07:00

This was written on August 23.

Today an old Ford Falcon, license plate FALCON passed me. The Falcon is the symbol of Horus, the avenging son of Osiris. This particular Falcon is stored in a garage nearby in Louie Park. Louie, or King Louis, is the Sun King.

A few days ago I walked through the park, and a pair of hawks or perhaps immature eagles circled above me, crying. They were beautiful.

In other news, an earthquake in Virginia cracked the capstone of the Washington Monument. The monument is a “titanic” version of an ancient Egyptian obelisk. The obelisk is also the symbol of Osiris, or Ra, the eternal hard-on, may the Force be with you. Via the Sync Whole:

“The Obelisk had an earlier progenitor in ancient Egypt called the Benben stone. This pillar or mound was the home of the Bennu bird, said to be the soul of Ra, who topped the sacred phallic object. The capstone part of the Obelisk, cracked on 23 August during the Virginia quake, is thus associated to the resting place of the Bennu whose modern parallel is the Phoenix.”

While leaving Orcas Island on Aug. 3, I was for some reason entranced by this piratical looking craft at anchor in the harbor, and I took pic after pic, but only later did I see it’s name was the Phoenix.

It occurs to me that Phoenix/Horus is cracking the shell of the calcified remains of his father. I wonder if the status quo will welcome the son of Isis and Osiris? When the dove becomes the hawk.

When Doves Cry. Prince - Revolution

Tainted Love

2011-08-23T21:24:00.000-07:00

Today’s “destructive” 5.9 earthquake on the Atlantic coast has Twitter all in a twitter. I think Bill in Exile sums it up best:

BREAKING! DC EARTHQUAKE DEVASTATION PIC

Via the comments: "...the religious statement that this was god’s punishment for the USA supporting the homosexuals comes in 3.. 2…"

FOX News was quick to suggest that the Washington/Osiris Memorial/Phallus had perhaps been “tilted”:

Fox News anchor Megyn Kelly reported at 2:30 pm their bureau received information from a producer saying that a Captiol Hill Police officer was saying the Washington Monument may actually be tilting as a result of the earthquake. Seismologist John Rundle joined Kelly on her show and confirmed that the Washington Monument could very well be tilting as a result of the earthquake and the structure should be checked out. Two nuclear reactors have reportedly been taken off line near the epicenter of the earthquake.

A tilted phallus? Two testicular reactors off line? That almost sounds as if Osiris is finally losing his hard-on for the good ol’ US of A. The trident strikes again. Looking at that lawn chair pic it reminds me of musical chairs. Who’s the odd man out?

Tainted Love - Soft Cell

The Peacemaker

2011-08-15T22:13:00.000-07:00

I got an email from Var that that said “Make Peace” yesterday. Morning after I get an email from ‘Peacemaker’. OK....

Colt Peacemaker

Convair B-36 Peacemaker

Peace comes via the sword, gun, bomb or light saber. I've seen it a million times but I'm still not convinced. The threat of violence doesn't bring peace, only a sort of truce, welcome as that may be. It just doesn't last. Knowing that all truth is revealed in 'Back to the Future', I realized that Marty Mcfly took the name Clint Eastwood in BTTF III. Clint carried a Peacemaker in the iconic spaghetti Western 'A Fistful of Dollars', but besides the offensive weapon, he covered his heart in a metallic shield. It saved Clint, and it also saved Marty.

I saw Captain America today, and his weapon is his shield, emblazoned with the star of the Divine Feminine. It's a defensive weapon, able to absorb and defuse all energy. I thought hearts, metal, and realized we're talking about the Tin Man. His heart is protected.

And then he kicks some serious ass.

It's funny because at the Holy Mountain, we all threw the ax. And like the Tin Man, it had a hollow heart. And you know, it was a woman who could hit the target way better than all the men. Damn, I really need to embrace my inner feminine, but I'm not sure I'm man enough!

Porn Star Jesus

2011-08-11T21:26:00.000-07:00

That’s the title of my contribution to The Sync Book (see pic in the right column), so it was very cool to find this image at Bill in Exile on Aug 9, the day after the Sync meet up on the Holy Mountain on 8/8/11.

The Sync Book is a collection of stories by 26 synchromystic bloggers, artists and authors, edited by Alan Abbadessa-Green, who blogs from New Jerusalem (NYC) at Look at All the Happy Creatures. It includes contributions from some heavy hitters in the genre and I feel really honored to have been invited to contribute.

The gospel of erotic salvation certainly comes from out of left field, so pretty perfect that I played left field in Little League. Actually, a baseball broke my nose out there... should learn to stop day dreaming.

Due to a series of fortunate events, Alan and Melissa were in Seattle for a wedding this summer, and they brought the first proof of the book with them. Their visit was the catalyst for a meet up at a rustic cabin on the Skagit River, in the foothills of Mt. Baker, or the Holy Mountain. The gathering drew from Boise, Seattle, Olympia, San Francisco, and it was my first chance to “hobnob with my fellow wizards” so to speak.

All I can say is that it was mind blowing. I dunno, I’m still processing, but it felt like family.

The Skagit (Egyptians) are either of two tribes of the Lushootseed Native American people living in the state of Washington, the Upper Skagit (Upper Nile) and the Lower Skagit (Lower Nile). They speak a subdialect of the Northern dialect of Lushootseed (Alexandria), which is part of the Salishan family. The Skagit River, Skagit Bay, and Skagit County all derive their names from the Skagit people (The People).

The People. 1972. Starring William Shatner.

I have something brewing about who and what 'The People' really are that may evolve into a blog post, but until then, refresh yourselves with Mr. Knowles' Astrognostic: Trapped Here on this Alien World and The Martian Chronicles, which really just gives it all away.

The Green Man Returns

2011-07-27T20:34:00.000-07:00

Via Unrealized Fantasies. Maybe for not very much longer?

Hold On

2011-07-24T21:47:00.000-07:00

Watched The Phantom Menace last night. My least favorite Star Wars film, but oddly synching again. Lots of duality symbolism.

On Naboo, the water dwellers and the surface dwellers form a “symbiotic relationship”, and if one is threatened then so is the other. Left and right brains, conscious and subconscious, ego and Id, male and female.

Pod Racers are crazy flying chariots that are pulled by two gigantic jet engines that are tethered together by an energy beam between them. Both engines must be working together properly, and there is a scene where Anakin almost loses it, but figures it out, ties the engines together, gets them both running, and passes everyone else to take the trophy.

The announcer(s) Fode and Beed, is/are two headed. "We have perfect, 911 weather today..."

I got an email today about a “pod” catamaran (twin hulls with a central steering pod) sailboat from Australia (Oz)! Then he sends another email called “The Missing Link”, because he forgot to include the link to the boat in the previous email. Quite obviously, this missing link is the tie between these two realms.

Walking the dogs we passed a “Hybrid” SUV and I finally got it like the proverbial 2x4. The H is the Divine Hermaphrodite. Venus and Mars, and where does earth sit? Right in the fucking middle.

On a personal level, I'm dealing with my inner feminine, or receptive, nature. Jodie taught me that you can't get the signal unless you're receptive. Senders and receivers, pitchers and catchers. Jodie also taught me that once you receive it, it takes a real man to stand up to your beliefs.

I dunno. It feels like a gate is open, or opening, right now, between these two realms. It’s scary, seeing our consciousness opened up like that, and I’m not exactly comfortable with the baby being born. Vampyres, Zombies, AI, Lady Gaga...

But you know, every human baby goes through a stage in the uterus where it resembles an ancestor. From single cell to multi-cell, fish, amphibian, reptile, ape, human. As our collective consciousness seems to be going through the same metamorphosis, it isn’t exactly a tidy process, this journey on a midnight train. I'm holding out a little bit longer...

My Holy Mountain

2011-07-23T18:43:00.000-07:00

Exalt the LORD our God and worship at his holy mountain, for the LORD our God is holy. ~Psalm 99:9

And you will sing as on the night you celebrate a holy festival; your hearts will rejoice as when people playing pipes go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the Rock of Israel.

Size Matters

Mount Rainier is a massive stratovolcano located 54 miles (87 km) southeast of Seattle in the state of Washington, United States. It is the most topographically prominent mountain in the contiguous United States and the Cascade Volcanic Arc, with a summit elevation of 14,411 feet (4,392 m). Mt. Rainier is considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, and it is on the Decade Volcano list.

The Mysterious 41, again

Mount Tahoma, an alternative spelling of Mount Tacoma, the original name of Mount Rainier in the Cascade Range.

I went from Phoenix, Arizona All the way to Tacoma Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.

Kenneth A. Arnold (March 29, 1915 in Sebeka, Minnesota – January 16, 1984 in Bellevue, Washington was an American aviator and businessman. He is best-known for making what is generally considered the first widely reported unidentified flying object sighting in the United States, after claiming to have seen nine unusual objects flying in a chain near Mount Rainier, Washington on June 24, 1947. Arnold began Great Western Fire Control Supply in Boise, Idaho in 1940, a company that sold and installed fire suppression systems, a job that took him around the Pacific Northwest.

Diana? Or Pele.

We’re having a bit of a NW synchromystic confab coming up in Seattle this August, and I just wanted to take the opportunity to point out some of the scenery!

Contact 4 Dummies

2011-07-18T22:25:00.000-07:00

I watched Contact this week, in honor of Var’s recent "pilgrimage" to the Very Large Array in New Mexico and I just wanted to jot down these syncs before the trail got too cold.

Contact is directed by Robert Zemeckis, who also directed Back to the Future. As we recall, the Flux Capacitor from the DeLorean time machine/stargate is shaped like the VLA:

Which... are both shaped like the Y chromosome. Spermotozoa = the “Contact Device”.

The Aliens count prime from 1 to 101. 101 is another way to write the H sign, which signifies two pillars flanking the divine feminine. The Contact Device is flanked by two gantries, or “pillars”. As is the Rose Window of both the Cathedral of Our Lady in Paris, and the former Twin Towers of Manhattan. The Twins flanked Liberty/Isis, who is also French, or really our Lady of Troy.

The logo of S. R. Hadden Corp. is the same thing, two pillars flanking the zero.

Steve Jobs, our actual “Hadden” or Lucifer, 44, uses the bitten apple for his logo. Hadden is played by William Hurt. Howard Hughes. HH, 88.

Though the Device is masculine in nature, Dr. Eleanor Arroway (Jodie Foster) is the one who goes for the ride. Her character is by far the most determined, egoic and no-nonsense (masculine) of them all, while her love interest is played by Matthew McConaughey. The double M in his name signifies Mary Magdalene, and he is certainly the more beautiful and sensitive one in this story (not my opinion, Ellie says so herself in the film), which gives us a man playing the “feminine” role and a woman playing the “masculine”. Arroway (the Bowman) makes contact with his/her mother/father, and finally “pierces” the heart of the Magdalena (Matthew) who finally believes that he/she really loves him/her. Got that?

The VLA visitor’s center has this fascinating sculpture of the concept, what I might call a tesseract (4th dimensional) box in the center of the contact/stargate device.

The VLA are essentially Very Large Ears, and we recall that the first thing it receives is an echo from the past, reflected back from Vega. What happened was that Hitler’s speech at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games was the first transmission received at Vega, and they sent back a HIGHLY MAGNIFIED pulse right back. (I must say I remain extremely disappointed that the film did not feature Ellie wearing Disney mouse ears at one point).

In my first podcast interview with Look At All the Happy Creatures, Melissa asked me point blank about the concept of a reflective universe, that our consciousness was somehow reflected back onto us, and I replied “Well, I dunno, a cool theory” or something idiotic to that effect, but thinking about it more and more.

Very large ears remind me of elephants, and it’s strange because Dumbo, the elephant who could fly keeps zooming by. Dumbo isn’t a reference to his intelligence, but to his muteness. Dumbo is Harpocrates, AKA Harpo, Horus. His mother is Jumbo, also 747, the jumbo jet. Dumbo requires a magic feather in order to fly, in other words, a “belief system”.

Vega sent back a huge solar sign, AKA swastika. Varen came back with a big solar sign T-shirt.

Contact is very clear about the idea that what we actually come into contact with is an echo, or mirror, of ourselves. In Ellie’s altered state, she could literally touch the bubble of her consciousness with her finger. Ego meets Id, and it’s all love, Olive Oil + Pop Eye. Eat yer spinach.

"Jesus said, "If your leaders say to you, 'Look, the (Father's) kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the (Father's) kingdom is within you and it is outside you.” --Gospel of Thomas

Being the subversive I am that I yam, I'm wondering if this consciousness reflection activity has some kind of physical base station or something. You know, it’s like we’re all sending our thoughts upwards, but maybe they should be sent downward. Maybe the “impregnation of the earth” has a seriously more important meaning than just planting good corn crops?

As ye sow, so shall ye reap.

Is the giant collective consciousness reflection device actually buried deep in the center of the earth? I mean not ONLY figuratively, but literally? The buried treasure, the Pirate’s plunder, the Black Box, Kaaba, Cosmic Cube, Holy Grail. She’s buried within, and without. The literal and the figurative.

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Notes: While I love both these films, my gut feeling is that unlike Contact and Back to the Future, the true "contact device" is "buried within" and so does not require much in the way of technology. All it really takes is a belief that it can exist. If that takes a Very Large Array, Aliens, Google and CERN to make it happen in the modern mind, than so be it. Personally, I'm going with duck tape, bailing wire and orgasms, but to each his own.

Carnal Rescue

2011-07-14T19:48:00.000-07:00

On July 1, a King County Jury convicted Isaiah Kaleba of aggravated first-degree murder. On July 19, 2009, Kalebu, 25, savagely raped and attacked 39-year-old South Park resident Teresa Butz and her Lesbian fiancee for more than 90 minutes before he killed Butz and nearly killed the other woman. Against his lawyer’s wishes, Kalebu took the witness stand in his own defense to say why he attacked the Lesbian couple:

“I was there and I was told by my God, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, to attack my enemies”. I followed the instructions by God”.

I’ve spent a lot of time on Gosporn trying to integrate and interpret the bible in a more sex friendly way, because I’ve always been taught that there is only one Consciousness or God, and that God is the Jehovah as revealed in the Jewish Torah, or Old Testament. Not such an easy task, considering old Yah is basically “My way or hit the highway”, and His way is generally violent, bloody, vengeful, intolerant, racist, homophobic and misogynist. Not that there aren’t some diamonds to be gathered in the rough, but Jesus, its been some tough slogging.

However, considering the fact that crazy people always speak the truth, I’ve finally accepted the obvious: Yahweh is a psychopath. And who am I kidding? He truly, utterly, hates fags. We make his anger burn hot! He smites us with his fury, from the plains of Sodom to AIDS to South Park. I feel like the Gay Republican speech writer who finally realizes who he’s been apologizing for!

The thing is, gay men are all about the pleasures of the flesh, the carnal joy of experiencing a physical life. Vanity, lust, tattoos, disco dancing, man ass, pork tenderloin, shellfish, anything really tasty, Jehovah hates them all. Thing is, I’d be OK with that if Yah had any sense of “live and let live”, but he doesn’t. He’s all Live and Let Die:

God hates fags. What's a gay boy to do? Hmmm. Maybe the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"Hi, Lucifer? Yea, it's Michael... been a while. We need to talk."

Cleared for Take-off

2011-07-10T21:08:00.000-07:00

I attended the Arlington Fly-In this weekend, which was fun because I love everything about airplanes but also not so fun because like everything else, it's become just one more military recruitment venue. But what really hits my buttons are the planes from the 30’s, the barnstorming era. Those planes are just beautiful.

The Skagit Aero Education Museum had built a “barn” in order to display some small parts and such, and included was their pet project: "Help Bring Back the Bulldog - Missing Since 1932". Which was sort of strange, because I just “brought back the bulldog” last week, by rescuing Slippers, an off-leash bulldog we found wandering around the neighborhood. “Slippers” resonates the Ruby Slippers and also Cinderella, so heap big sync there.

Anyhoo, visiting an air show always reminds me of the Rocketeer. He was the guy who found the rocket pack (Graal) in the “Jenny”, strapped it on and tamed it, and saved the day. I did a crazy post about that film and how much it resonated for me here. The film even features a giant Bulldog in the form of the airport restaurant?

So yesterday I find this on my front page on Youtube:

Abaddon Rising

2011-07-08T20:35:00.000-07:00

I was browsing at Half-Priced Books a few days ago and this title jumped out at me: Directive 51 by John Barnes:

Heather O'Grainne is the Assistant Secretary in the Office of Future Threat Assessment, investigating rumors surrounding something called "Daybreak." The group is diverse and radical, and its members have only one thing in common-their hatred for the "Big System" and their desire to take it down. Now, seemingly random events simultaneously occurring around the world are in fact connected as part of Daybreak's plan to destroy modern civilization-a plan that will eliminate America's top government personnel, leaving the nation no choice but to implement its emergency contingency program...Directive 51.

As usual, I side with the terrorists. It’s a real thing. Not the book, but the directive:

The National Security and Homeland Security Presidential Directive (National Security Presidential Directive NSPD 51/Homeland Security Presidential Directive HSPD-20, sometimes called simply "Executive Directive 51" for short), created and signed by United States President George W. Bush on May 4, 2007, is a Presidential Directive which claims power to execute procedures for continuity of the federal government in the event of a "catastrophic emergency". Such an emergency is construed as "any incident, regardless of location, that results in extraordinary levels of mass casualties, damage, or disruption severely affecting the U.S. population, infrastructure, environment, economy, or government functions."

51 is 3x17, the sacred death day of Osiris and the god of all that is good and green, and of course he’s married to Isis, the earth, Gaia, Terra. Our Homeland, Mom! GWB famously declared a “war on terra” and apparently he was serious. He was also a "Christian".

It makes me wonder if perhaps Osiris has his own “Directive 51” in place, for just such an emergency. He might even call it “Operation Daybreak”. When the most wicked and destructive force on the planet calls itself good, you just know it will manifest a worthy opponent, that’s the way dualism works. I’m in the process of throwing away my “turn the other cheek” bullshit. Yea, I know, not very Buddha nature of me. But fuck it. If Gaia dies, we all die, and the gods, even Jeebus, only live through us:

He lives! He lives! Christ Jesus lives today! He walks with me and talks with me along life's narrow way. He lives! He lives! Salvation to impart! You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart.

I’ve decided to embrace my inner Abaddon. In this age, good guys wear black. I mean, not that I’m about to to go postal or something. But... something’s in the air. No more goody two shoes.

"You don't know the power of the dark side"

An Empire State of Mind

2011-06-26T22:14:00.000-07:00

Pride 2011 was the 42nd Gay Pride Day, the 42nd year since gay consciousness was birthed via the Stonewall Riots in Greenwich Village, NYC. Since the number 42 is associated with rainbows, it seems like a double rainbow kind of day.

A few days ago the Empire State went officially for gay marriage by a 33-29 vote, and I’m not really sure how I feel about gay marriage becoming legal in the death star, since well, aren’t we supposed to destroy the Empire? Maybe we destroy it from within, or maybe it can never really be destroyed, and even Eros, like every other archetype, is just joining his place in the collective consciousness, now subject to taxes, child support and bankruptcy lawsuits like all the rest. An outlaw no more.

Back in the 70’s, Harry Hay and the radical faeries dreamt that homos could be a source or catalyst of spiritual change and they had real issues with integration into the straight or even lesbian/feminist political spectrum. He saw it as capitulation and an eventual road to ruin, and of course he was right. Most gay men are not really interested in overthrowing the empire, we just want to get along. I mean, if I can get married according to Empire laws with all the benefits therein, and if corporations like Starbucks, Macy’s and Absolut Vodka officially march in our parades and sponsor us, well... that can only be a good thing, am I right?

Harry Hay would shake his head like Yoda and say “Little one, do you not see the snares that are laid all about you? You were born with one hand free of the Emperor’s shackles, do not be so quick to give it back.”

While I find the 42 year old history of modern gay consciousness to be personally fascinating, I don’t think homos are special, or Jews, Christians, whites, blacks, reds, blues or anyone. Or more accurately, I think we’re all pretty damn special, and we're all playing a role in this saga of humanity - the story of us re-membering who we really are.

In Class of the Titans, it took 7 teens and 7 gods/archetypes (7+7=14) to finally defeat Chronus, AKA Saturn, Time, Death. The seventh teen was Neil, AKA Narcissus. Neil is of course, gay, self-absorbed and annoying as hell, but he has the gift of luck, so he’s good to have around.

So here we are. At the end of time, finally re-assembled. All fourteen parts, gathered together by Isis. The butterfly trembles...

UPDATE: I guess I wasn't the only one in Seattle with doubts about integration into the empire.

'Anarchists' create overnight havoc on Capitol Hill

Float Like a Butterfly

2011-06-24T21:07:00.000-07:00

Var had another MIB (Men in Black) incident last week. He was walking through the Crossroads Mall parking lot and a woman pulls up in her car, rolls down the window and asks to talk to him, and he realizes she’s the same exact woman who approached him in Trader Joe’s three years ago! The strange black eye makeup gave her away. (See The Fruits and Nuts Section)

“The MIB, is a top-secret agency that polices, monitors and directs alien activity on Earth, has established the Earth as an apolitical "neutral zone" for alien refugees.”

Their main function is to keep humans in the dark and in denial about this alien presence, and will even erase our memories in case we have an inexplicable close encounter.

I’ve been "going to school" by watching the Class of the Titans on Youtube and episode 29, “Star Quality” featured Orion, the hunter, but this episode reminded me of the MIB and their memory erasing skills. There was a reporter - Cassie (Cassius or Longinus, a name in Christian tradition for the Roman soldier who pierced the side of Jesus Christ on the cross) doing a story about Neil (Narcissus) and she eventually caught wind of all the weird goings on at Olympus High. The “story” she uncovered was that ancient gods were alive and secretly living on planet earth, and she exclaims: “if the world is really turning into a comic book, the people have a right to know!”

The teens aren’t very happy about this news reporter sniffing around, Jason says: “Do you know what happens if the world finds out that Greek gods and monsters have come to life!?” Fortunately, she was stopped and both her video camera and her memory were erased of any weirdness she had witnessed.

It’s easy to place the MIB aliens along side or even homogenous with the ancient gods, and also with fairy folk, goblins, elves, nymphs, leprechauns, mothmen, or any number of characters who appear to operate in spaces beyond normal human consciousness. We note that all of these creatures shun humanity for the most part, and even appear to have strict rules about “non-engagement”. It is the rare mortal who happens to catch some fairies dancing in a grove by the light of the full moon, or who witness a UFO. Most that do are smoking something.

The thing is, if you have a MIB encounter, you’re not going to remember it. That’s the whole point of the MIB, to be the “gatekeepers” of this unseen realm, and make sure that if and when you do break through, your reasonable mind chooses to discount or forget it... “it was all just a dream”. In fact, the true MIB might just be our analytic, egoic minds that can’t understand anomalous events, visions or experiences, and is only too happy to have the experience “erased” from its memory, and if it can’t be erased, then the experience is “interpreted” as a silly dream, crazy nightmare or a weather balloon.

However, Var DID remember the MIB, and people ARE seeing UFOs now, all the time. This “unseen” realm is practically dropping the curtain right in front of our very eyes.

In MIB 1, Agent J is given a gun and told to shoot all the threats. He’s shown a scene that is basically a diorama of the subconscious - threatening monsters, fangs, claws, etc. But it was the little girl who was the real threat. The little, book carrying, school girl. In other words, the real threat to this unseen realm, to this “secret agency”, is a studious child.

Perhaps we are that “studious child”, and what we study is synchronicity. Synchronicity are the tracks left by the aliens - the gods and the monsters. The syncs are our clues that something under the surface is going on, something that really cannot be explained by science or the rational mind, indeed, science would say it doesn’t exist. Somewhat like Orion, we are hunters, who are stalking an invisible prey.

“An agent named Ecks (Agent X) went rogue after learning the truth behind the MIB: they seek to manipulate and reshape the world in their own image by keeping the supernatural hidden.”

Mulder and Scully were on the right track, but maybe they never really got it. The truth isn’t "out there", the truth is "in here". Maybe the truth is coming out... like it or not.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly -Richard Bach

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" -- Cassius Clay

"Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly... "

The True Name of Gawd

2011-06-19T21:45:00.000-07:00

You know what drives me crazy is the idea that G*D has a true name. And if you know it, you can then summon the supreme force of the universe and he’ll do your egoic bidding like a happy puppet. I don’t know where this idea that uttering the awesome NAME has awesome power but AFAIK it was the Jews who popularized it, by forbidding its utterance.

Modern voodoo Christians have picked up on this and have conniption fits about the true name of Jesus, which is actually YESHUAH? Apparently the letter “J” is a modern invention and the ending of the word reflects the pagan infiltration of the church to make the true Son into the son of Zeus, who is really Satan, or something...

Of course, even armed as they are with the True Name, we don’t see mountains moving at their command, cool as that would be.

Back in the day, my own ego-death experience included the uttering of the NAME, and lo, it was powerful. Never mind I could have chosen “doorknob” as the NAME and it would have been equally powerful in my altered state of consciousness but for me, the name of Gawd was F-U-C-K. “Holy fuck!” “Fuck me!” Oh God... Fuuuuck!” Mountains (and planets) did indeed move.

So, you know, try not to say the Name in vain and have a little respect. It’s pretty f*cking powerful.

The Enemy Within

2011-06-16T20:40:00.000-07:00

Did you see the lunar eclipse last night? I did, in a dream. That bloodshot eye.

This afternoon I was working in the office and there were these choppers buzzing in the background for at least an hour and finally went out to see what they were on about, and saw them hovering around a dark “pillar of smoke” about a mile away. Apparently an electrical substation blew up in REDmond, and for some reason it reminded me of the dramatic appearance of the Wicked Witch of the West in Munchkin Land - all billowy fire and smoke!

Readers will recall my syncing the “death” of Osama bin Laden with the death of the Wicked Witch of the East (Ding Dong the Witch is Dead), and how I'm sort of expecting her to “transform” from “Miss Gulch” into the Wicked Witch of the West any time now. And then I saw this pic of the cops surrounding Grandma's (or perhaps Dorothy's) house:

Massive manhunt in Montana for militia head David Burgert; radical is armed, ‘extremely dangerous’

“Montana authorities are on a manhunt for an ‘extremely dangerous’ former militia leader who triggered a shootout with cops and fled into the wilderness with a cache of weapons,” reports the NY Daily News. David Burgert, 47, a former head of a violent anti-government militia group, traded gunfire with Missoula County deputies along a logging trail after a slow speed car chase near Lolo, Mont., on Sunday, cops said. According to the FBI, the former Marine and Project 7, a Montana militia, plotted to assassinate local officials, kill cops and ultimately topple the government. Feds labeled the crew a domestic terrorist group."

The non-reflective ego, once it has destroyed all exterior threats, in the end, eventually turns on itself. Osama ben David, like David Koresh, plays the “Last American”.

Endgame

Operation Endgame is a 2003-2012 plan under implementation by the Office of Detention and Removal Operations of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security Bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement to detain and deport all removable aliens and “suspected terrorists” currently living in the United States by 2012.

How bin Laden emailed without being detected by U.S.

Bin Laden's system... LEFT BEHIND an extensive archive of email exchanges for the U.S. to scour. The trove of electronic records pulled out of his compound after he was killed last week is revealing thousands of messages and potentially hundreds of email addresses, the AP has learned. It was a slow, toilsome process. And it was so meticulous that even veteran intelligence officials have marveled at bin Laden's ability to maintain it for so long. The U.S. always suspected bin Laden was communicating through couriers but did not anticipate the breadth of his communications as revealed by the materials he left behind. Navy SEALs hauled away roughly 100 FLASH memory drives after they killed bin Laden, and officials said they appear to archive the back-and-forth communication between bin Laden and his associates around the world. Al-Qaida operatives are known to change email addresses, so it's unclear how many are still active since bin Laden's death. But the long list of electronic addresses and phone numbers in the emails is expected to touch off a flurry of national security letters and subpoenas to Internet service providers. The Justice Department is already coming off a year in which it significantly increased the number of national security letters, which allow the FBI to quickly demand information from companies and others without asking a judge to formally issue a subpoena.

That is crazy. The fantasy bin Laden who was ritually "killed" on Beltane is still talking from the grave, the puppet pointing his finger at whoever the ego state wants to finger. Has the United States government become the collective expression of the Omnidroid 9000?

The Omnidroid is a series of intelligent and destructive robots developed by Syndrome to fight and kill Supers. Syndrome made many different versions of this battle robot. Each were designed to fight and kill Supers, and each subsequent model improved upon the previous one by correcting flaws found during fights. The Omnidroid's only weakness is ITSELF.

A Footman's Holiday

2011-06-12T21:30:00.000-07:00

I just told my sis to go f*ck off, in so many words. So this is one of those personal posts.

I had a weird dream last winter about a tsunami that struck Seattle and left it in ruins, and my family hardly noticed because they were so focused on getting my sister all prettied up to go the royal ball, and for some reason it was up to me to get her there, because I was the only one with working transportation (a cool little motorcycle). So off we went into the devastation, me in my goggles and she in her ball gown and glass slippers, and then I woke up.

Since then, sis has broken her hip, and she needs frequent trips in to see the doctor, and I’ve become her designated driver when her boyfriend isn’t available (during the day). So I’ve been doing this four hour taxi service for months, and when I pick her up she needs her shoes put on because she can’t bend over to do that, and so I’m kneeling in front of her, putting on her “slippers”...

Sis has an old Cannondale mountain bike she inherited from our brother, which she was storing at my house, and I’d sort of gotten to coveting the sleek aluminium frame and knobby tires, and asked her if I could have it, and she would “yes” or “maybe” depending on her mood, but last week she called to tell me that she was sending over her current boyfriend to pick it up because she’d given it to him, and I admit to not reacting very well.

I told her she could find her own damn pumpkin to the doctor from now on.

I think I have Cinderella issues. And I pity the fools who are associated with synchromystics, because you never know what role you’re about to play.

Concerning the above image, that's what you get when you google Disney + footman, I have no idea why he's a frog.

Listen Up

2011-06-08T23:01:00.000-07:00

Of all the characters currently acting out on the global stage, my personal favorite is Steve Jobs. From his priestly black mock-turtleneck and 501 jeans to his adoption of the Fruit of Knowledge as a corporate symbol, to the fact that Var actually got a personal phone call from him way back in 1999 - because back then Steve/Hermes still answered emails with personal calls when so moved.

Steve is looking a might specterish these days, and for me he’s beginning to resemble S. R. Hadden, the “eccentric and reclusive billionaire industrialist who is fundamental in deciphering the alien's message” from the movie ‘Contact’. The alien “message” comes via the 'Very Large Array' in New Mexico, so of course Var is visiting there this summer, around July 4...

The VLA are really Very Large Ears. Let's eavesdrop...

Steve, or Prometheus, who is more or less responsible for giving us the “forbidden fruit” or “stolen fire” of machine intelligence (VALIS) by creating an interface that even apes can understand (and was struck in the liver for his gift) is now presenting his vision for the next Apple HQ, which is either a spaceship, the Ring, Atlantis, or one element of Ellie Arroway’s stargate... you decide.

The Pentagon is a 5 pointed star, which is the the number of Venus, Isis, or Mary, the divine feminine. The “soldiers of Venus”, AKA the “Marines” would live in a 5 pointed star, except that “death star” was “destroyed” during the 911 terrorist attack. Almost like the first Contact Device was destroyed in a terrorist attack in ‘Contact’. The apple is associated with Venus because when sliced in twain, the pattern of the seeds creates a pentagram. So really, a ring named Apple = Pentagram.

Of course, Israel also has a certain recognizable shape:

In ‘Contact’, the first stargate was destroyed by fundamentalists (who see only the material or 'fundament'), but a second was created. Hmmm. New Jerusalem? Dare I take a bite of new stargate pizza? Hell, I already have. Tasty!

So it is written: “The first man Adam became a living being” ; the last Adam, a life-giving spirit.” --1 Corinthians 15:45

Fly Like an Eagle

2011-06-02T21:26:00.000-07:00

Have you tried to fly lately? Buying a ticket from Expedia is insane...

When you click “Buy Now” you get “We’re sorry, but that ticket is no longer available at this price, the fare has increased by $100. However, if you opt for our credit card, you are instantly eligible for a $100 bonus.” Expedia tell you “only 3 tickets left at this price”, and if you go back the next day, the price goes up and “only 1 ticket left at this price”, but if you delete the cookies in your browser, the price goes back down to what it was and still “only 3 tickets left at this price”.

It’s remarkable to me how, these days, big-time corporations act with all the finesse of small-time hoodlums. I mean, I know that capitalism is all about profit, but back in the day a company had to at least PRETEND it was interested in your well being to get your dollar. These days, the pretending is only in the advertising, and if you spend even one minute trying to actually use the product you quickly get the real picture.

It sort of reminds me of the Bush administration when they figured that the war for the “hearts and minds” of the Iraqi people was really a public relations failure, because they just hadn’t figured out the right advertising message, never considering that the depleted uranium shells and cruise missiles landing on weddings might be sending a pretty clear signal. Obama is much the same, though cleverer.

Today I saw an eagle fly directly overhead with a crow clutched in its talons, and a pack of crows in hot and noisy pursuit! In these parts, eagles are pretty cool. They catch their own fish and they don’t steal from other birds. On the other hand, crows are bullies and thieves, and flocks will often be seen tormenting an eagle in the sky. I always wondered why eagles never seemed to give payback, but apparently even eagles have their limits.

It’s funny because even though the US uses an eagle as the national symbol, I have no doubt he’s just a black bird in disguise. That raven, he’s a trickster.

Shenanigans

2011-05-28T21:04:00.000-07:00

This weekend, Memorial Day (tribute to the noble slain, Valhalla, etc.) is Fleet Week in NYC. Here’s the USS New York {LPD-21}, an amphibious assault ship that’s made from steel salvaged from the World Trade Center. We note the photo op of capturing Lady Liberty (Isis) between the twin octagonal “towers” of New York.

The Patch:

This is an interesting example of a “ritual” that only a very few would be conscious of or even subconsciously aware. I have to ask my readership: Is this symbolic alignment an example of my own fevered imagination, or is it an example of Illuminati cunning? Or both?

Via Bill in Exile

The Life Pneumatic

2011-05-26T22:23:00.000-07:00

pneumatic
adjective

1. containing or operated by air or gas under pressure.
• Zoology (chiefly of cavities in the bones of birds) containing air.
• informal (of certain body parts, esp. a woman’s breasts) large, as if inflated : she’s the one with the pneumatic lips and breasts.

2. of or relating to the spirit.

noun (usu. pneumatics)
an item of pneumatic equipment.

ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from French pneumatique or Latin pneumaticus, from Greek pneumatikos, from pneuma ‘wind,’ from pnein ‘breathe.’

I’ve been having a strange conversation with myself that goes like this:

Air = Wind = Breath = Spirit

The power of breath

Mindful breathing - meditation

The Prince of the POWER of the air

Wind turbines

Prince's outfit in 'Raspberry Beret'

Nike Air Jordans

The Zen of Running

Hermes’ winged sandals

Ruby Slippers - “they must be very powerful or she wouldn’t want them so badly”

Breatharians

Angry Birds

Tornados

Sailboats

Tornado sailboats

“Man does not live by bread alone”

“We want to pump you up!”

Steve Fossett

So I decided to start running as a good method of exercise and perhaps with the side benefit of total global domination. The local discount store had Nike AIR MONARCH on sale, seemed appropriate.

I’m watching these syncs manifest "out of the blue" and David Mason of House of Vader reports back on his trip to the Life Ball in Vienna (Europe’s largest AIDS charity event), and the theme this year was AIR. You can imagine how many “angels” showed up. Bonus sync: David muses what could be the money behind such a massive charity ball and he comes up with NAZI GOLD!

A Rare Political Rant

2011-05-25T19:15:00.000-07:00

The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum - even encourage the more critical and dissident views. That gives people the sense that there’s free thinking going on, while all the time the presuppositions of the system are being reinforced by the limits put on the range of the debate. -Noam Chomsky

There are these insipid “polls” on top of Youtube today, doing a rather hack job of defining the spectrum of debate. You’ll note the people who want “free medicare” are elderly and black, the ones who want to be “free of debt” are white children. I’m guessing this is a Republican ad, since they always claim to be fiscally responsible, never mind that Clinton left office with a balanced budget and it was GWB and the Republican Party who bankrupted the country, ran up the deficit and printed money like there was no tomorrow, all the while defending us from “terra”.

Those of us who advocate for universal health care don’t actually think of it as “free”, we simply think of it as a better allocation of resources than say... Wall St. bailouts, endless wars, or never flagging support for Israel. But those items are never put on the table, are they? Not even by Democrats.

God, you'd think we'd figure this out by now. We need an immediate existential threat that can only be answered by universal health care - like the Zombie Apocalypse!

Rapture Ready

2011-05-19T21:32:00.000-07:00

The Saturday Rapture meme has gone crazy viral, more than I thought it would. Bars in Seattle are offering “End of the World” specials, it almost reminds me of Y2K - Party like it’s 1999! You know, I used to wonder that if a billion people all thought the same thing all at once then it would come true. Now I’m wondering if all it takes is one.

This week I happened to sync three unrelated references to Area 51, and it reminded me of Osiris, since the day of his death was 3/17, 3x17=51. According to some, the ancient gods were alien astronauts, and truth be told, my favorite way of imagining the rapture is as a mass alien abduction. Alien Jesus/Horus finally returns.

The return of Jesus/Horus is called “the wedding feast” in the bible, and Jesus is called “the Bridegroom”. So of course Area 51 surrounds Groom Lake. Maybe one of the the “wedding planners” accidentally crash landed on purpose there.

The root of rapture is RAPE and I don’t know how you plan to welcome alien Jesus Horus back home, but personally, I’m banking on red jockstraps.

Giving it up for Jesus

Dragged, Kicking and Screaming, Over the Rainbow

2011-05-13T22:07:00.000-07:00

I’ve been musing about President Obama, his Kansas mom and the amazing 155 tornadoes accompanying his dramatic birth certificate announcement on April 27. And about Prince William and his “fairy tale wedding” to "Hecate" - the witch of the underworld. I began wondering if Obama and William haven’t somehow “escorted” us over the rainbow to a world much like Oz - the subconscious made ‘flesh’. The place where dreams come true.

Obamothy goes over the rainbow. His White House lands in Oz and immediately kills his "Wicked Witch of the East", or his “Miss Gulch” (Miss Abyss, Miss Ibis). Miss Gulch represent Dorothy’s conscious perception of the adversary, her own shadow. Once she arrives in Oz, she is in the land of the subconscious, so her conscious shadow “dies”. This is not so much a death but a transformation - Miss Gulch becomes the Wicked Witch.

Osama Bin Laden is our collective conscious “shadow”. He (Miss Gulch) died when Obamothy (and all of us) arrived in Oz - “awakening”, in the dreaming mind.

“Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.”

Ding Dong! The Witch is dead.
Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead.
She's gone where the goblins go, Below - below - below.
Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead!

Canny Munchkins demand proof of death

Mayor: As Mayor of the Munchkin City,
In the County of the Land of Oz,
I welcome you most regally.
Barrister: But we've got to verify it leeegally, to see...
Mayor: To see?
Barrister: If she...
Mayor : If she?
Barrister: Is morally, ethically
Father No.1: Spiritually, physically
Father No. 2: Positively, absolutely
Munchkins: Undeniably and reliably Dead!

Bin Laden Relatives Want Probe and Proof of Death
Skeptics Question Osama Bin Laden Death, Asking for Proof
Can US Offer Final Proof of Osama Death?

So that’s basically where we are right now. We’ll soon get around to certifying the death of our shadow:

Coroner: As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her.
And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.
Mayor: Then this is a day of Independence For all the Munchkins and their descendants.
Barrister: If any.
Mayor: Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked Old Witch at last id dead!

Editor’s note: “at last ID dead” is a serendipitous typo from the lyrics site from which it was copied.

As the Munchkins soon learn to their dismay, the shadow isn’t dead after all.

"I thought you said she was dead!"

“That's her sister. She’s worse than the other one was!”

OK. This sucks. We all get to go "down under" and meet our collective shadow. Am I the only one afraid of the Wicked Witch of the West in all of Munchkin Land? Honestly, this is not gonna be easy, Navy SEALs squirt guns (pails of water) not withstanding.

On the other hand, we're at the very beginning of the yellow brick road, and this is going to be quite the journey. As long as I'm in the land of 'Dreams Come True', I think I'll go check out a few gay bars and bath houses along the way - I have a few personal dreams I'd like to see come true.

I'll meet y'all at the Witch's Castle, but this is a big new world, and I intend to go cross country. Have ruby slippers, will travel.

All the Gods Play the Lier

2011-05-10T21:40:00.000-07:00

Well, the Royal Wedding and May Day certainly exceeded expectations. We got our KK33 Beltane ritual and so many “lion kings” and “antichrists” spinning around that I’m hoping they are all in serious danger of turning into butter! See the Happy Creatures and MOG for details. I had some crazy dreams that weekend, but the most vivid impression was how it all seemed like a “waking dream”, and after a while a bit difficult to tell what was what?

The role of the devil or Lucifer is to enlighten. That is also the role of Mark Twain’s infamous Mysterious Stranger, No. 44 (currently being played by Obama, the 44th Presider):

"In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever--for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!"

In other words, 44 is a destroyer of illusion, the same “mission statement” as Shiva - the Divine Bowman:

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

While Ben draws a line between the devil’s pitchfork and Shiva’s trident, I suspect they are one and the same. As far as reality and illusion, I'm the man in the middle. the real world appears more illusory every day, while the dreaming mind seems more concrete.

Maybe it's a growing sympathy for the devil, or a realization that he has to exist, for now. We apparently require an adversary to expand beyond what we are to what we will become.

I was watching a Class of the Titans episode about Cerberus being released from the gates of Hades - Man's Worst Enemy (a process we are now undergoing) and the lyre played a pivotal part, because the lyre is the only instrument that can tame the big dog. The teens all have a very disdainful opinion of the lyre, calling it “lame”. Apollo says “I play the lyre”. The mortal responds:

“You’re a god! All the gods play the lyre”.

Amen, sister.

Room For Cream

2011-05-08T21:46:00.000-07:00

I’ve been on a strange tangent (so in other words, normal) that began last weekend whilst out at Hood Canal. That’s where I was during the OBL Beltane ritual and I didn’t have much internet so it was a bit frustrating. We went to the co-op in the afternoon to pick up some things for dinner. I was grumpy and was trying to find some snack to eat and just sort of randomly chose some Nancy’s cottage cheese, with “billions of cultures”. It was unusually tasty, I mean, seriously more delicious than I recall it ever being? I actually had to stop myself from devouring the entire tub!

Later we were at Safeway and I had a “call of nature”, and while finishing up I suddenly recall an old nursery rhyme:

Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet,
eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
who sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away

As I finished the last word of the verse, I turned to see a big bio-hazard symbol on the disposal bin on the wall, and I just stared at it, thinking this was all very strange. (The bio-hazard symbol has become my personal Shiva symbol). The funny thing is that I had a boyfriend named Moffat who my best friend nicknamed “Little Miss Muffet”.

A day later we are walking the dogs and pass this mailbox:

One of the consistent memes about “alien” invasion is that they wouldn’t try a full on military assault, they’d infiltrate via genetically engineered nanobots or something. And of course, cows are THE classic “alien abduction” victim. Big Guy’s very first act was to save some cows from alien abduction!

If I were writing the story (and I am) The dairy cow would be the “Trojan Horse”, containing tiny Greek nanobot warriors, or in other words, Daisy would be “delivering the mail”.

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Radiation likely from Japan found in Spokane milk

The U.S. government's secret agenda to eliminate raw milk

When Good Greens Go Bad - Update

2011-04-24T21:44:00.000-07:00

Some say that gods are just a myth, but guess who I’ve been dancing with...

I’ve had a lot of very strong “pied piper” syncs lately. I conflated Hamlin with the “global village”, infested with “rats in high places” who eat all the "grain". Alan from All The Happy Creatures reminded me that the primordial piper is Pan, with his cloven hooves, horns and horny nature. He is the god of shepherds and flocks, of mountain wilds, hunting and rustic music, and the companion of the nymphs. Pan is connected to fertility and the season of spring.

His wonderful image has somehow become associated with the Christian devil, which says a lot about the church’s fundamental opposition to nature, never mind that Jesus himself is one of a very long line of fertility gods, being “born again” every spring. The New Testament begins the tale in Matthew 1:1, by counting back the genealogy of Jesus to make sure that the Messiah is clearly descended from a shepherd, who’s talent with “rustic music” was recorded as the Psalms.

So let’s just call a spade a spade. Jesus was David, who was Pan, who was Osiris, who was Min. Same god, many masks. Our modern name for this primordial force of nature is 'Fuck'. Fuk-U-shima. in J-Pan. With Exposed Rods of Irony. I'm pretty sure modern Jesus would be called an eco-terrorist.

Rabbit holes quickly develop a mind of their own, so while I’m pondering this, Greg at Mythulinity posts an episode from ‘Class of the Titans’ which features a “new KID” at school: a boy who calls himself DJ Panic, who is promoting his fundraiser dance for “The Green Alliance” - an obvious Greenpeace stand in. As it turns out, DJ Panic is actually Pan. The former hippie has gone “postal” and is delivering “payback” for the many crimes against nature. The “garden” goes to hell as plants mutate into giant, man-eating flowers that spit acid like a dragon spits fire. His weapon is his music. Just like the Pied Piper. Call it a Panic Attack.

Class of the Titans - Episode 5 "The Nature of Things" Part 1.

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UPDATE 4/27

With the recent arrival of ‘Class of the Titans’ into my sync hole, I realized this was familiar territory because I did a post about ‘Clash of the Titans’ Back in April, 2009. Starring Harry HAMLIN.

Yesterday I got an email that referenced a Seattle boat designer who’s office is on Hamlin St.

These pipers... they be getting rowdy!

It's Showtime!

2011-04-14T19:53:00.000-07:00

Welcome back, my friends
to the show that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend!
Come inside! Come inside!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a Really Big Shew for you tonight. You’ve already seen the opening act, courtesy of the Rising Sun:

With “all that’s good and green on this earth” under threat, Next year’s harvest appears in jeopardy. Unless... we find a Harvest King and conduct a global Beltane ritual:

Prince William and Kate Middleton would like you to believe that the date of their wedding was chosen for practical purposes, pertaining to the social schedules of the participants, perhaps. According to Time Magazine, they “spent weeks deciding on a wedding date, repeatedly liaising with officials at Buckingham Palace, No. 10 Downing Street and Westminster Abbey.” But they had no idea that the date they had chosen, April 29th, was also the date that Adolf Hitler had married Eva Braun, before they both killed themselves in his bunker the following day. --Tracy Twyman

I'm afraid this is one invitation you can't refuse. Keep your schedule open for April 29. Also, keep an eye out for clever “wicker man”, "scapegoat" and “king kill” symbolism during the show, both subtle and not so much.

If all goes according to plan, the fertility ritual will result in...

Trust me, you won’t want to miss that scene! Parental advisory, this act is rated R.

Post coital, the “logos” moves towards the "egg", in hopes of fertilization. We’ve really out done ourselves with this act, folks, and I’ll give you a hint to keep your eye on the sky:

Those distinctive symbols suggest that it may refer to an upcoming date in June of 2011. To be more precise, the Milk Hill crop picture of 2009 seems to show a rare planetary alignment which will only occur once in the near future on June 1, 2011. It also shows an extra anomalous symbol to represent a “new astronomical object” in our solar system, currently of unknown origin, which will supposedly be seen on the same date. -cropcircleconnector

Thank you for attending the show, I'm sure it will exceed your highest expectations. Remember that once seated, you may not leave the theatre until the final curtain.

The Piper Gets an Advance

2011-04-12T21:02:00.000-07:00

I live on 22nd street so naturally I’m interested in the Fool, in all his many costumes. The Jester, Joker, Parsifal or Fool, is usually portrayed wearing bright multi colors, which is the same meaning as “pied”. The pied piper rids Hamlin from a scourge of rats, but is not paid properly by the villagers, so he takes their children, instead.

Remember back on 3/17 when the “widow of Osiris” offered to help financially with Oliver’s vet bills? Well, she followed through, and she delivered on April 1. I chuckled at the time... saying to myself, “I guess sometimes even the fool gets paid”.

The funny thing is, we have recently discovered rats in the attic. And it occurred to me that “rat” could mean any kind of parasitic character that eats by taking cheese from its host, say for instance... bankers. Hmmm. How to rid the global village of an infestation of bankers? That’s gonna take one hell of a better mouse trap. Either that or a damn good flute.

A fool and his money are soon parted, and well, I’m a good example of that. I just don’t work for money, it’s not the way I’m wired. Or rather, I can be induced to work for money since that’s how I eat, but I don’t much like it. Truth is, I want what money can’t buy.

“He doesn’t want money. He wants what money can’t buy”

I wonder, what ever happened to those children of Hamlin? Maybe they became pipers themselves.

Getting Clear

2011-04-06T21:03:00.000-07:00

“Clear” is a word that keeps syncing back at me. Clear blue sky, getting clear of obstacles, Clear Wire.

Clear in Dianetics and Scientology is one of two levels a practitioner can achieve on the way to personal salvation. A state of Clear is reached when a person becomes free of the influence of engrams, unwanted emotions or painful traumas not readily available to the conscious mind. Scientologists believe that human beings harbor memories of past lives, and that by applying dianetics they can reach Clear.

Is it bad form to sync with discredited sci-fi cults? I don’t think so, since that would disqualify all the ancient religions with their sky Gods, flying chariots and such. But it IS true that I’ve felt a bit cloudy or foggy as I attempt to focus on the Man in the Mirror. Maybe my engrams are getting in the way? I’ll try a shot of Windex*.

As I gaze into the mirror, I’m reminded of the myth of Narcissus, who fell in love with his own reflection. Daffodils, or Narcissus, are all in bloom this week, and I’ve always found them to be unusually cheerful flowers, the harbingers of spring. Gay men tend toward the Narcissistic, of course, but in the end, all spiritual seeking evolves into a seeking after your true Self, which is perhaps a form of Gnostic Narcissism. I think this classic clip from Big Business starring Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin pretty much sums up where I'm at right now.

“Who are you, and where the hell do you come from!?”

*In My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the father of the bride had a universal solution to every ailment: a squirt of Windex.

Wake Up Call

2011-04-03T21:35:00.000-07:00

SAM I am, the Hammering Man

Yesterday I went to visit sis for lunch (bro and I used to call her “twisted sister”, so there ya go) who didn’t remember I was coming over at noon because she was passed out in bed with a half empty magnum of Gallo’s finest standing silent witness. I gently nudged her shoulder and spoke quietly to try to awaken her so as to not cause a start, as I took out the phone and began to dial 911. She moved a bit and mumbled. Good. Saturday wasn’t going to be a 911 day.

Today, I find myself sending a belated April Fools letter to a friend.

All pathos and comedy aside, It sort of snuck up on me. I’M the one who is asleep! I’m in this dualistic nightmare and I can’t wake up!!! Islamo-Secular? Commie-Fascist?? Hello? It’s not just me. The very fact that our political discourse has suddenly become an insane conjunction of opposites is just par for the golf course of dualism realizing its singularity.

You know, I hate to admit it, but I actually threatened a hammer at the man in the mirror today. Apparently gentle nudges and speaking quietly is not working. I’m not just asleep, I’m comatose. I dunno, maybe threats will work. It seems to work for everyone else, why not try it on my Self? Sometimes, it takes a bit of, shall we say, “theatrics”, to wake up. Wake up! Wake the fuck up!!!

Right On Target

2011-03-31T22:23:00.000-07:00

Well, I finally finished my Holy Grail book, ‘One King, One Country’. It ends with a Catch 22: The Grail only responds to the pure of heart (pulling the sword from the stone), but only the most murderous of men can attain the Grail (in the end, there can be only one). Along the way there have been odd sync after sync:

Sibyl posts a story about Thoth and Ma’at, relating how your soul (Ka) must be weighed against the “Feather of Ma’at”, and a day later the book sends a character through this exact Egyptian ceremony, being greeted by Anubis at the gateway to the afterlife and then judged by Thoth, using a single feather of Ma’at on an enormous set of scales. A day after that, I see an enormous and solitary black bird do an odd arial maneouver - a Raven. Famous for its “Caw”. Ma'at's feather is traditionally shown as white, so who's feather is black?

Later, the Once and Future King must kill his two father feathers (see below) in order to claim the Grail throne, and he uses his US army training and a sniper rifle to do it. A day later (In LaConner), I note this bumper sticker:

Snipe: to shoot at exposed individuals (as of an enemy's forces) from a usually concealed point of vantage.

This conjures up images of the Grassy Knoll, and the recent shooting of the 'Beast' by Jared the Lone Gunman in Phoenix (Born Again), AZ (Alpha and Omega).

The Grail myth implies that the true Grail King must be a black man, and come Out of Africa. A modern religion was founded on the belief that Haile Selassie, the 'Lion of Judah', descendent of King Solomon and Queen Makeda, Empress of Axum, AKA the Queen of Sheba, was the one prophesied to come. That’s why Obama resonates so strongly for Africa. He is the King, and the mystery of his birth certificate creates a sense of intrigue about his true origins. Might he be hiding his noble lineage until the proper time is come? Note how the war in Libya is called the “Noble” war. Ah well, we know from 1962 how Grail Kings are treated. Will he also be nailed to a cross?

ECHO

FOCUS

I have all these “focus” and “echo” syncs swimming around, it finally occurred to me to look at the man in the mirror and just focus on the 'family'. Who is Alice, Who am I, Who are You? Who, who, hoo, hoo.

Maybe I’m trying to open a dialogue with my self/Self, and listen to the messages in the margins. I do have a sense of urgency. With Japanese radiation streaming here every day, my ego suspects that time is indeed short. So far, the only thing I’ve found the two sides to unanimously agree upon is sex. So that’s our Common Ground.

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The Myth of Two Dads: In occult biblical myth, Eve is the mother of two children, by two fathers. Adam (being created by Jehovah) is the father of Abel, while Cain is the son of Satan, or Lucifer, the “snake” of knowledge. The familial rivalry begins there, and continues even to this day. See Prince William and Prince Harry.

Right on Target - Paul Parker

Air Safety

2011-03-27T22:08:00.000-07:00

I have a recurring dream where I am skiing or driving or something like that, and suddenly I’m launched off a cliff up into the wild blue yonder, sort of like Wile E. Coyote, and for a moment I’m hovering there, literally miles high, pondering my fate. Of course, I then fall, and usually when I hit the ground I wake up, but last night was different.

I was driving my Octagon resonating MG convertible, which of course had no brakes - obviously a death trap. I’m driving along, without my glasses (?) and I drive right off a cliff, and land in a valley far below. Except this time, I survived the impact. I become a bit of a minor celebrity in the papers, becoming the “the man who survived certain death” or some such. But the odd thing was that I was really dead. I hadn’t survived.

Airshow ends in tragedy after stunt pilot crashes; William 'Wild Bill' Walker dies in horrific blaze.

He was flying a Soviet Yak-52, part of the “Red Thunder Air Show”, in the "Wings Over Flagler Fly In" in northeast Florida. So yes, another NE, masculine arrow point, but personally strange because Fort Flagler WA was where I met my echo last summer - A Road Trip With VALIS.

I remember Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land, where to the Martians, the veil between life and death was so thin as to be inconsequential. It makes me wonder, how many of us ARE there, walking the earth, disguised as the living? Strangers in a strange land, indeed. I wish we had some kind of secret handshake or tattoo or something...

Drawn and Quartered

2011-03-20T20:14:00.000-07:00

The coin had been minted in 1317, in the Vatican’s own molds, just ten years after the great farce of the Templar suppression... used as passkeys into dialogue that would otherwise be fatal to one party or the other. --One King, One Soldier

In the apocryphal Grail myth, there is a certain gold coin that is used between Templars, Jesuits and Saracens, to decide the big issues. On one side is a figure of a dismembered man, and on the other is a man with the head of bird.

Alan at All the Happy Creatures posted this fantastic image of what was going on symbolically in the Masonic rocket to Mercury (Thoth) expedition, lift off on 3/17 - Osiris Day.

I was in town last week buying herbal tea with Templars, gold coins, Thoth and Osiris running around in my head and I got back a quarter in change. On a hunch I pull it out of my pocket to examine. On one side was, of course, the head of George Washington, and on the other was a figure of a man with the head of a bird...

King Kamehameha I of the Hawaiian Islands, all dressed up in bird feather headdress. Thoth, check.

Washington is a bit more obscure, but not by much. Washington was the Father of the country, much like Osiris was the “Father” of the world. The US was formed of 13 states, or dismembered parts. Isis searched the world and gathered her dead husband’s parts, but could not find the missing phallus. She should have looked in Washington DC.

O Sire US

The “flipping of the coin” meme has been well presented in popular culture, perhaps no more so than in the film 'Batman, the Dark Knight', (AKA the Caped CRUSADER). Harvey Dent, AKA Two Face is literally two sides of the same coin, but he can only present one side at a time. So he flips to decide. Will you be serving Mercy or Justice today, sir?

The two columns of Solomon’s Temple, Joachim and Boaz, are also known as Mercy and Severity (Justice), the two sides of human consciousness that are constantly at odds.

The Dark Knight was brilliant, and perhaps it illustrated exactly what does occur in the Oval Office, late at night:

On the full moon, a group of 14 men, dressed in dark robes, gather, once again, in the Oval Office (Vesica Pisces) to decide the fate of world events. 13 stand around the President, in a circle. Shall we go to war against Libya (Iraq, Iran, Russia, Japan, etc.)? The High Priest hands the President the sacred coin of Thoth/Osiris. His toss will decide the fate of millions. Heads, we go to war, tails we don’t. The coin lands heads up, yet again. The Oracle has spoken, the wheels of war begin turning. The ceremony ends, the High Priest takes back the sacred coin. He drops it safely back into his pocket, right next to the other coin, the one that always lands tails.

Aftermath

2011-03-18T22:02:00.000-07:00

Well, Oliver's back home, resting peacefully. I want to attempt to share with you how strange yesterday really was for me, from a sync point of view. Remember the sudden onslaught of Fleur de Lis that began early March?

The morning of the 17th we were visiting Oliver at the vet and this van was parked a few blocks away. It includes 441, the mirror of 144 (the no. of the sealed, 12 times the 12 tribes of Judah, etc.)

Back on the 14th I was walking Ginger (Oliver's sister) to her favorite little park and I found this green fleur de lis lying by the side of the road directly across from it. I picked it up and I've been keeping it in my pocketses...

Back to the 17th. I decided to take 'the Ginj' to her park again, and I found these chalk marks on the sidewalk on the way:

It had nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, just some writing left by some utility worker. We get to the park, which is named Louie Park, after the owner's dog. That gives me Sirius, Louie Armstrong, and Louis 14 the Sun King all in one little sign. Note the danger.

The sign sits on this lonely little shed, which has some gigantic diamonds on it.

If you walk around to the back of the shed, and peak into the 'rear window' ;-), you'll see an old blue Ford Falcon in storage, though when I peaked this time it appears that work is being done on the engine, so maybe Horus is finally getting ready to fly.

Obligatory Hollywood movie poster with a dead Goddess

Continuing on around the block, we come to the Holy Family Catholic Church, and this interesting vehicle parked out front:

It's a red VW Eurovan, which gives us the obligatory Nazi sync (VW was Hitler's "people's car") and yet another 144. Which is "thinking green":

Rounding the corner to head back home, we come across a WSU (Wazzoo) Cougar sign. Mountain LION, or red lion of Judah.

As I was putting the finishing touches on this little yellow brick road, Bring a Trailer posts this orange Alfa Romeo Montreal. 1971, (17 reversed) Montreal (Royal Mountain, Fleur de Lis), "awakened from slumber".

Alfa Romeo has perhaps the most wonderful badge of all automobiles (that's a 'Saracen' in the jaws of the serpent) and they even include a 'quadrifoglio' (4 leaf clover) in their iconography.

So I'm putting all that into my pipe and smoking it during the next week. That is, in between buying canned food and moving into the basement to avoid the radioactive cloud from Japan. On the horizon is March 25, the feast day of St. Dismas, the "good thief". I have a feeling it will be memorable.

Assembly 17

2011-03-17T21:22:00.000-07:00

Heaven

Oliver, the Australian terrier has been having a really tough time. He suddenly stopped eating and began vomiting on Sunday, and we took him to the vet. He’s been there ever since, and finally last night they figured out he had a foreign body lodged in his gut, and then emergency surgery and today he looks like hell but is stable and we have hope that he’ll survive. His sudden illness has also devastated our meager credit reserves, so we have a lot of dollar/snake bite anxiety to add in.

Some of you may remember my tribute to John (our next door neighbor Saint) who died last last spring.

I think maybe Osiris just died in my neighborhood. John lived off exit 17*, and he went to church at 1717* Bellevue Way. A Facebook page made to honor and encourage him - “Get well John” - had 1700* entries.

So this afternoon Var was out gardening and happened to talk to John’s widow (Isis) about Oliver and she spontaneously offers to help with Oliver’s medical bills! She said “John would have wanted to”.

Today is 3/17.

Somehow, through all this, I think I've also been vomited up a 'foreign body'. I must have swallowed something a long time ago, and it's time to be rid of it.

If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high
You'd laugh and say nothin's that simple
But you've been told many times before Messiahs point you to the door
No one had the GUTS to leave the temple --The Who

* According to Greek historian Plutarch, the ancient Egyptian god Seth murdered his twin brother Osiris in the twenty-eighth year of the latter’s reign, on the seventeenth day of the third month. Twenty-eight divided by 17 approximates the square root of e. If the date- setting priests were aware of this constant and wanted to express the nature of the festival by its date, they could have found no better way than to so assimilate the god’s death with the root -- or cause -- of new growth.

When Atlas Shrugs

2011-03-16T13:25:00.000-07:00

From Mythulinity

The Naked Justice of St. Patrick

2011-03-15T01:36:00.000-07:00

I was inspired to write about St. Patrick’s Day by these panels from Class Comics depicting the origin story of Naked Justice - the super-cock powered alter ego of mild-mannered and hunky British banker Felix Himner. While on holiday in Egypt, Felix explores the ancient tomb of an Egyptian deity who just might be Osiris, given the emerald green throne, and somehow brings the God back to life. We note the mighty erection, signifying that Osiris has been re-membered, and also that (King) Felix is a red head and wears a red neckerchief, symbolizing “beheading” or ego death. The mighty power of the Egyptian God is transferred to Felix, who in a sense becomes the "son" of Osiris, receiving the inheritance.

Osiris’ death ritually occurs on March 17, which is also the feast day of St. Patrick, the missionary Saint of Ireland, who we venerate by the 'wearing of the green' and getting blind drunk. Ireland is also called the Emerald Isle, and is well known for their red heads.

Legend credits St. Patrick with teaching the Irish about the concept of the Holy Trinity by showing people the shamrock, a three-leaved clover, using it to highlight the Christian belief of 'three divine persons in the one God.' -wikipedia

The Egyptian trinity of Osiris, Isis and Horus, and the Hindu Trimurti of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva show that this "three into one" Godhead symbol is quite universal, though the shamrock has a double meaning.

The shamrock is also the suit of clubs, which in the tarot is the suit of wands. The image from the Rider-Waite tarot being barely less explicit than the naked Justice cartoon. It means creative power, as exemplified by the 'Green Man' - another name for Osiris.

Pious legend credits St. Patrick with banishing snakes from the island, however all evidence suggests that post-glacial Ireland never had snakes. However, one suggestion is that snakes referred to the serpent symbolism of the Druids during that time and place, as exampled on coins minted in Gaul (see Carnutes). --wikipedia

Not to rain on the Catholic parade, but Druids weren’t the only ones to use serpent symbolism:

Then the LORD sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people, so that many people of Israel died. And the people came to Moses and said, "We have sinned, for we have spoken against the LORD and against you. Pray to the LORD, that he take away the serpents from us." So Moses prayed for the people. And the LORD said to Moses, "Make a fiery serpent and set it on a pole, and everyone who is bitten, when he sees it, shall live." Moses made a bronze serpent and set it on a pole. And if a serpent bit anyone, he would look at the bronze serpent and live. --Numbers 21:6-9

The Rod of Asclepius, also known as the asklepian, is an ancient symbol associated with astrology, the Greek god Asclepius, and with medicine and healing. It consists of a serpent entwined around a staff.

In Grail mythology, the return of the Grail King is associated with the healing of the land, since the King and his land cannot be separated. Much like the Green Man.

Tracy Twyman has done a fabulous study of the serpent on a stick as it appears on our symbol for money: $ (which, interestingly, is also the no. 4 on my keyboard). Tracy helps us see that this little scrap of green paper was carefully invested with all the magical creative power of the Druids, Egyptians, Hebrews and Templars (The Knights Templar being the first capitalists or "banksters") As bankers use the scrip (lending money out of thin air) it literally creates something out of nothing, or in other words, the very definition of magic.

The most powerful force in the universe is compound interest --Albert Einstein

As I was musing about snakes, wands and the dollar, I find the brazen serpent winking at me from the top right corner of Harry Potter brand Pancake mix. I recalled that both Harry and Lord Voldemort have the same “stuff” in their wands.

I suppose St. Patrick is the Irish Moses, driving out snakes by example of the shamrock, club, wand, brazen serpent, phallus. Or in other words... Naked Justice.

As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life". --John 3:14-15

OK, even Jesus is getting in the act now, comparing himself to the “brazen serpent”. Jesus famously said that the love of money was the root of all evil, and it would seem that bankers are representing that to us pretty well. How perfect that our money is covered in serpents, and that we are experiencing a collective economic “snake bite”.

And this is where it gets really weird, because on the 14th (pi day, also representing wholeness or holeness) Oliver the Australian Terrier suddenly gets really sick, he’s vomiting up everything he eats (the carpet will never be the same) and we have to take him to the vet. The Rod of Asclepius is the symbol of the American Veterinary Medical Association.

This leads to a heated discussion about paying for vet bills with no actual money in the bank, and so we agree to drag out the credit card (once again) to pay for it. So even (especially) in an emergency, the serpent bank will get its 17% interest, and will have 'made' something out of nothing, or from my point of view, gotten its pound of flesh. Because I'm the one who will have to do all the heavy lifting on the magical money creation machine to pay the bills.

Video: Bills, bills, bills - Glee

Now that's brazen.

NOTES:

Our emergency vet was Dr. O'Hanlon.

The Clinic rocked. We heard The Who "Behind Blue Eyes" playing on their muzak. Of course I was wearing my Port Townsend hat.

The doctor Who took Oliver's X-Ray, her name was Dr. Kissinger? Ouch!

I don't know the artists' name for the very cool Green Man image, something I just copied from somewhere. If you do, please let me know.

A homeless Jedi in Seattle. Note the 'green man' winking into the FAther. And of course, the 44, er... $$.

Where Are You, Big Guy?

2011-03-14T12:40:00.000-07:00

Ah Honey, Honey

2011-03-05T20:13:00.000-08:00

“REPEAT” is a sync gaining in ground, or maybe I should say "répétez-vous". Noticed a black rubber arm band on the grounds of Ben Franklin Elementary yesterday that Var pointed to and said “Look, we’ve found the ring!” It had a fleur de lis and the words “REPEAT DAT” printed on it in yellow, and the date of Feb 6, 2011. Wonderfully mysterious, non?

Embedded a Quicktime movie into a website today. (note the “tin/male/mars” symbol embedded into the smerfy logo) You have to repeat all the parameters twice. Of course, going BACK to the future is a repeating meme around here.

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Brian (old frat bro) friends me on Facebook. He now lives in New Orleans, emblem is the fleur de lis. Note the hornet or “bee” embedded into the New Orleans Hornets logo.

Var brings home Aqua Panna mineral water today, when I looked at the logo after all these fleur de lis synchs it was a WTF? moment. Fleur de Lis synchs with France, the royal bloodline or sangreal, the Holy Grail, Napoleon, Nemo, bees, and honey. (not going to do the back story on all that)

“Honey” is occult bible speak for semen - “the Land of milk and honey”.

Greek Gods brand Hermes Yogurt... honey flavored.

Note: I’ve decided that I’m like the father character in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” who can always find the Greek root of any word, even "Kimono". I find the penis in every myth. What can I say? I’m a fag. You expected otherwise?

Sugar Sugar, the Archies.

Valkyrie Rising

2011-03-01T22:01:00.000-08:00

2/28/11

I was chatting with my mom yesterday (in Phoenix). She mentioned her bible study group was currently studying the book of Daniel, and then she mentioned the recent going’s on in Libya as being sort of creepy considering Daniel’s dreams and what not.

2. Yesterday Buffmuscles does a BACK to the Future post, involving a muscle beast. We recall that Libyan terrorists and pirated nuks were central to the plot of Marty McFly's "dream".

3. Devin (from Phoenix), who hardly ever comes by gosporn anymore suddenly comments on 4 different posts, in one of them he says: "What a back". This back in question shows some interesting iconography. Alla who?

3/1/11

4. Today, Mr. Strickland sends me some mail:

Mr. Strickland is the "thorn in the side" of protagonist Marty McFly, always calling him a "slacker".

5. A mysterious but very cool stranger emails me about esoteric boat stuff, and the word Valkyrie shows up:

In Norse mythology, a valkyrie (from Old Norse valkyrja "chooser of the slain") is one of a host of female figures who decide who will die in battle. The valkyries bring their chosen to the afterlife hall of the slain, Valhalla, ruled over by the god Odin, where the deceased warriors become einherjar. There, when the einherjar are not preparing for the events of Ragnarök, the valkyries bear them mead. Valkyries also appear as lovers of heroes and other mortals, where they are sometimes described as the daughters of royalty, sometimes accompanied by ravens, and sometimes connected to swans. --wikipedia

6. Valkyries are generally depicted as bare breasted, or at least, one breast bared, much like Marianne - the French symbol of revolution:

Mr. Strickland and I share a homoerotic interest in masculine chests, or in other words, guys with big fucking muscle tits!

7. Bill in Exile posts this pic today of a Nordic fellow, one nip exposed.

I gotta ask, is the image below thinly veiled homoerotica?

Helgi Hundingsbane and Sigrún (1919) by Robert Engels

8. Tom Cruise starred in Valkyrie - about an assassination attempt on Hister.

Combine Daniel, Libyans, nukes, Back to the Future, Hitler and bare-breasted German muscle men/women of the apocalypse and what do you get?

Me neither. But I like it already!

Iron Eyes

2011-02-25T20:44:00.000-08:00

Hey, I just got me some new eyeglasses! Call me Laser Eye now. I was no. H40, and after they called my number, I had the new frames adjusted by the helpful green wearing and red haired Costco optical department dude and walked straight into the neighboring electronics/video section and the first thing I “see” is some fight scene from Ironman 2, playing on some HD screen. HD = 84, or H4, or 444. A few minutes later we were standing around Costco, next to the Ironman ‘inversion table’, though the reason we were standing there wasn’t to check out the machine, but to check out the incredibly hot stock boy (man) in aisle 12.

Driving home I saw a Volvo with a 444 in the license plate number. Happened to see this ad winking at me from NBC.com, this afternoon.

The Iron symbol is the famous masculine Northeast pointing arrow, also used for Mars, the red planet, because iron rusts, and is therefore the “red metal”.

It’s also in our blood - it’s what makes it red. Something about the Martian (or Betelgeuse) bloodline or something... Here’s the Volvo logo:

I just wanted to throw this out into the flow right now, it seemed important. I know Ironman has been done to death already, so nothing really new here, it’s just the odd timing, and the insistence.

NOTES:

I hate Ironman (the films) and all the fascist/tech/violence worshipping attitude.

Posted at 8:44.

Robert Downey Jr. does bring a certain intensity to his stare, I admit. Perhaps we are Cylons in disguise, our red eyes scanning, waiting for the activation signal...

Lemminkäinen's Mother

2011-02-24T21:42:00.000-08:00

Erik the Finn at Roids and Rants is posting some iconic Finnish art on his blog (NSFW). Here is Lemminkäinen's mother, an 1897 painting by Akseli Gallen-Kallela.

Lemminkäinen's mother, having searched heaven and earth for her missing son, finally discovers that he has drowned in the River of Underworld, in the realm of the dead. But she doesn't give up...

In one myth he drowns in the river of Tuonela (the underworld) in trying to capture or kill the black swan that lives there as part of an attempt, as Ilmarinen once made, to win a daughter of Louhi as his wife. In a tale somewhat reminiscent of Isis' search for Osiris, Lemminkäinen's mother searches heaven and earth to find her son. Finally, she learns of his fate and asks Ilmarinen to fashion her a rake of copper with which to dredge her son's body from the river of Tuonela. Thus equipped, she descends into the underworld in search of her son. On the banks of the river of the underworld, she rakes up first Lemminkäinen's tunic and shoes, and then, his maimed and broken body. Unrelenting, she continues her work until every piece of Lemminkäinen's body is recovered. Sewing the parts together and offering prayers to the gods, the mother tries to restore Lemminkäinen to life, but succeeds only in remaking his body, life is still absent. Then, she entreats a bee to ascend to the halls of the over-god Ukko and fetch from there a drop of honey as ointment that would bring Lemminkäinen back to life. Only with such a potent remedy is the hero finally restored.

The Superman App

2011-02-21T20:00:00.000-08:00

I’m reading The Superman App by JP71 at Evolution Archives this week, which is about a sentient mobile phone (probably from the future) that has only 3 apps (apples) but they are the only three that really matter: “genital enhancement”, “lottery picker” and “superman”. The phone is essentially a Genie, a near omnipotent servant. The Djinn makes frequent appearances in homoerotic fiction and I had a facepalm moment when I realized that Aladdin had to RUB the lamp in order to summon the Genie:

Phenomenal Cosmic Powers - in an itty-bitty living space.

You get apps from the Apple Store. The genie of the lamp is blue, just like the Smerfs, who are “3 apples high”. The gay blue elves live in amanita mushrooms. The entheogen theory of the human evolution of consciousness states that the “apple” from the Tree of Knowledge was in fact, a magic mushroom. Cocks have “mushroom heads”. Smerfs wear white Stygian caps, which makes them resemble... sperm. God, I’ve been around this sync loop so many times I’m dizzy!

Avalon is the 'Isle of Apples', the medieval app store. The Holy Grail (according to One King, One Soldier):

It is what will complete the Ark of the Covenant, and restore its Old Testament power. It may be a part of the Table of Moses; it may be a fragment of the Emerald Tablet of Thoth; it may be what the Egyptians revered as the head of Osiris; it is possible that those three things are one and the same. The Grail is that which restores power.

The “head” of Osiris does not sit on his shoulders, it rides just below his hips. It is the “missing phallus” that restores the Kingdom of Egypt. Horus is born from the "golden phallus", who is "superman". In One King, One Soldier, the character named “George” is a “Grail Bearer”, who carries the Grail in a leather pouch attached to his hip...

Back to the Superman App:

Before we establish a connection, Derek, it might be prudent to tell you of the third and final app available for your enjoyment. This, however, due to a software glitch, I am sorry to inform you, can only work in scry mode. In other words, you, as my owner, cannot be directly affected by the effects of the upgrade. However, the subject of my scrying can. Unlike the enhancement of your genitalia, there are TEN upgrade levels to this app.

Hmmm. In other words, the Djinn only grants the wishes of others:

Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets. --Matthew 7:12

I imagine that the Golden Rule is sort of a “fail safe” in the Cosmic OS. It’s designed to prevent ego from running amok in the Genie 7-11, stealing the till and all the Doritos and beer. It’s a great idea, but somehow, I think we’ve been hacked.

Dream Police

2011-02-18T19:56:00.000-08:00

Suddenly it's raspberry beret's forever. This is like, gay Disneyland security. Stolen from Bill in Exile.

Your Humble Servant

2011-02-17T21:32:00.000-08:00

One King, One Soldier, my latest Holy Grail book is turning out better than I thought it would. There’s even a coy reference to Mark Twain’s No. 44:

I just, you know, was sitting by myself on the curb and all of a sudden this beautiful girl comes up and we have a drink and now dinner, and... man, it’s kind of like a dream. Something you’d see in a movie. The Mysterious Stranger.

Like all books about the Grail, it dances around the subject and the only time it says straight out what the Grail is, you know its a lie. But a lie that tells the truth... like a Picasso painting. I suppose that’s why Twain named his character Satan... a lier who only tells the truth.

Everything I say is a lie...

In One King, One Soldier, the Satan or Joker character is Jack Spicer, a mysterious and angry homo poet who knows more about the Grail than most. He’s called a “Lonely Faggot”:

You’re just a sad, lonely fairy, Jack. LF, Jack. There’s a million like you. When you’ve crawled into a bottle and died, Carol and I will be living in Marin with three kids and a new Buick. Suck on that, faggot.

God’s lonely man? The “LF”, or Aleph, is the first character in the Jewish alphabet. Jack is also the first character that our modern King Arthur must duel: win, lose or come to terms.

Continuing with the “lonely” theme, The Mysterious Stranger, says:

In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever--for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible.

This is oddly similar to the speech that Grima Wormtongue gives to Éowyn, his “bride”, who is played by Miranda (“I am no man”) Otto:

Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you’ve spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night. When all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing.

The name Gríma derives from the Old English or Icelandic word meaning "mask", "helmet" or "spectre". In the profoundly disturbing Claymation film: The Adventures of Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger is portrayed as ‘no man’, behind a mask.

The rest of No. 44’s speech is saved for King Théoden:

Tolkien: “I have only ever SERVED you.”

Twain: “But I, your poor SERVANT, have revealed you to yourself and set you free.”

We note that directly after the Wormtongue is cut OUT (revealed) by Gandalf (Grand Elf or LF?) the King is indeed set free.

Come out, come out, where ever you are...

Much thanks to Alan Green, Eleleth, and Ishmael for shedding light on some inner demons.

Thought Experiment 001: the Apple

2011-02-15T11:16:00.000-08:00

Christopher Knowles of The Secret Sun has initiated a new project that hits close to a lot of things I've been musing over. He calls it a collective thought experiment though I think magic is a better word:

...what happens when a group of people from all over the planet focus on the same image while trying to solve a problem or resolve an issue? So, I devised a very simple and almost completely unscientific experiment to establish some kind of baseline:

1. Pick a longstanding problem or issue that needs to be solved/resolved. It should be relatively simple but persistent -- a problem that you haven't been able to solve through conventional means. Your selection process might take a while.

2. Every time you focus on the problem, picture the apple that you see up top. This requires a small amount of multitasking, in that you need to simultaneously think through the problem while keeping the apple in your mind's eye.

3. Give this process seven days from start to finish. Be careful in selecting your particular issue and make sure you're not contemplating any harm or ill will to any person, animal or inanimate object. It could very likely backfire on you.

4. As always, be very rigorous in your methodology. Document the process, if it helps Don't fudge the results. There's nothing to gain or lose here, it's simply an experiment in the power of the Collective Consciousness. If you like you can run another experiment at the end of the initial seven-day trial. You can share your results or keep them to yourself. But I hope you'll share any extraordinary results, particularly those you can document.

I know I'll be taking part, and I already know what I'll be working on - it is very easily measured... ;-)

Mum's the Word

2011-02-13T21:39:00.000-08:00

Egypt: Hunt for Red Mercury

In Egypt, the hunt for "red mercury" continues. Yes, this is the fabled red mercury said to be used to make nuclear bombs, but specifically the red mercury of ancient Egypt seems to have other characteristics and uses, as well.

The story about red mercury comes as background to the report that at least 17 artifacts from the Egyptian Museum of Cairo are missing following an earlier reported break-in, the country's minister of antiquities Zaki Hawass said Sunday, February 13, 2011.

Hawass said the looters were looking for gold and what he called this fictitious substance named "red mercury" that, according to local lore, can be found in the THROATS of ancient MUMMIES. Some people think it has magical powers and can be used to summon spirits. --Twilight Language

Spock in the pyramid chair

“Red Matter” was also at the “heart” of the doomsday device in Star Trek 11, and the Egyptian revolution occurred on 2/11/11.

I’ve had some crazy 14, 41 synchs over the last week, Doug helped me realize they might point toward Feb. 14 - Valentine’s Day.

“Red Mercury” showed up in my inbox on 2/10, courtesy of Borders Books. I was browsing for books in their REDmond store last week, and found a triple Whore of Babylon KK:

They reminded me of this statue of Harpocrates/Eros:

“The Hunt for Red Mercury” is a play on “The Hunt for Red October”, the classic cold war thriller about a SILENT submarine. I was born in October, on the 11th. But I found my Eros partner and lover on Feb. 14th - at a Blue Valentine party. Run silent, run deep?

Apocalypse Sue

2011-02-10T21:13:00.000-08:00

I have two major memes running through my head right now: Egypt and Glee.

Take away my Q card but until a few nights ago I’ve never seen an episode of Glee. Yes, plenty of clips and Youtube parodies, but never the whole narrative, front to back. I have to say that fascinating as it was, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand another one. It’s the fucking autotune. Every. Single. Note. Hit. Dead. On. Every. Time... without fail. Takes all the drama out of singing, which is funny since glee club is all about drama.

Episode 2-11 had Sue Sylvester (playing the ego unhinged) bored with her cheerleader’s routines: “I can’t feel anything” she complains, even though her ego entertainment squad went all out with their version of California Girls. Her girls tell her:

The problem is that you keep trying to make a bigger and bigger spectacle, and no matter how hard we try, we can’t make a routine work unless you find a way to make it interesting for you...

This is classic Jung. Ego is NEVER satisfied. Sue comes up with the idea of shooting one of her girls out of a cannon, a stunt with a 30% chance of “catastrophic success”. As I’m watching this, images of Cairo, Alexandria, Freedom Square (Masonic, much?) protest, and the Pyramids of Giza looming in the background swim around in my consciousness. Thanks to Jake Kotze, we all know the 911 twin towers represented “pillarmids”, and even the layout of downtown Manhattan echoes the layout of Giza. It’s been 10 years. 'Sue' is bored. She needs to top herself. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Would she?

Image via Twilight Language

A Knight Errant

2011-02-09T21:18:00.000-08:00

I don’t know why I do this to myself but I’m reading another Holy Grail story. ‘One King, One Soldier’ by Alexander C. Irvine. This one is about some Korean war vet who is the incarnation of the Fisher King to some gay pinko’s in 1950’s San Francisco, and well, it all just strikes a chord that I don’t really know how to play, but it just sounds right.

It’s odd because I’m not into medieval shit at all, find it rather tedious. However my subconscious appears to be fascinated, so what the hell. Give ‘em what they want.

That said, Var had a “Lady of the Lake” experience as an adolescent. After that, he began diagramming pyramids, and he changed his pen name to Neil Sarras.

So really, am I questing the Grail, or is the Grail questing me?

Son Set in the West

2011-02-02T22:12:00.000-08:00

You know I have a secret lover. His name is Tanner and we’ve had sizzling phone for years. Never met him face to face, probably never will. He disappeared middle of last November, when I was going through some strange shit involving bridge destruction. His phone was disconnected. Now, I think of Egypt being dis-connected. Kinda like Osiris.

Diamond Bolt uploaded a fascinating story about a “Superior Review” of the Gods last November on the Evolution Archives, and one of the mortals summoned to heaven is named Luis Tanner (dressed as a blacksmith/Vulcan) who accidentally drank a seed of ambrosia in his coffee. We know what ambrosia really is...

Biff Tannen is the antagonist in Back to the Future. He’s the great-grandson of Buford “Mad Dog” Tannen.

Set

The porn star at the top of this post is Jake Tanner - ’80’s Colt model and my personal sex god. He lets his big stick do the talking, and when he shows up, things do tend to get interesting. Is that an ego weapon he's holding in his hands? I guess I always like a well hung man.

His latest incarnation is at Superversity, celebrating the birthday of one of my favorite bloggers, who placed his own head in the place of "Anubis". Hmmm.

I’m reminded of Dr. Jekyll (Jackal, Jack-El) from The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Mr. Hyde (Hide, tanning...) is his “alter-ego”, a raging Beast unless brought under the wise control of Mina Harker, Hawker, Isis.

Well... yesterday Mr. Tanner finally rings me up. We had a satisfying re-union. His job has taken him to Boise... of all places.

Nine are needed to fully animate Kharis, but if he ever drinks the brew of 10 tanna leaves, "he will become a monster the likes of which the world has never seen". -The Mummy’s Hand

It's Alive

2011-02-01T22:01:00.000-08:00

The dream of the 90's is alive in Portland. AKA the "city of bridges".

Steampunked by Satan

2011-01-28T21:07:00.000-08:00

I’m finally reading The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Vol. 1 by Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. Yes... finally. Actually, I was digging through the moth-eaten graphic novels at Half Price Books, looking for Son of Satan (recommended by Christopher Knowles) when I stumbled upon TLOEG, so I picked it up. I was intrigued by the second page, and by the time the Nautilus surfaced, I was completely hooked.

The famous submarine is visualized as part whale and part kraken, perhaps symbolizing a conjunction of opposites or a great battle of leviathans. Indeed, every member of the League is similarly afflicted, their inner demons in conflict with their higher selves.

I admit Captain Nemo's (no man's) logo intrigued me: a green circled N with a trident attached. Alan Abbadessa/Green from The Happy Creatures is all over the Circled N, and Eleleth notes that Napoleon = Appollyon or Abaddon, the Destroyer. Lord Shiva is also known as the Destroyer, who's weapon is... the trident.

In the panel above, Nemo points downward while the hand on the dial points up, reminding us of another infamous she-male:

Moore doesn't exactly pull his punches, does he?

Once assembled, the League’s first task is to discover the whereabouts of a Chinese crime lord who is known as “The Doctor”, though “he’s regarded as Satan himself by such few as have survived encountering him”. The Doctor has come into possession of “Cavorite”, which gives the “power of the air”.

Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience... Ephesians 2:2

Nice one, Mr. Moore. I seem to be tracking the arch fiend as well, being recently done in by Jack “Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” Nicholson in a dream.

The League find Satan in an abandoned subway tunnel under a river, which brings us to a sync via Kosmos Idikos blog, a comment on God’s Loughnly Man by “satanvision”:

There's Jared Loughner, Safeway and someone presumed dead. There's Jared Fogle, Subway and someone presumed dead. One Jared ate at Subway to lose weight. When one looks underneath (subway) Jared Loughner you see that someone is going to lose. You wait. I paid $6.66 for a meal at subway the other day. I asked for Pickles(Bickle). I never ask for Bickles.

As above, so below.

Seattle is currently in the process of building a subway. Never mind that a town of seven hills is a silly place for underground trains because of the steep grades, and well, earthquakes. But why spend millions when you can spend billions? They even intend to dig beneath a river... the Montlake Cut, or ship canal.

One character from TLOEG is Allan Quatermain (King Solomon’s Mines) and that name always reminds me of Bernard Quatermass, who battled the devil after a bizarre alien object is discovered in KnightsBRIDGE, while excavating for a new subway tunnel. (Quatermass and the Pit) (Abaddon is also "the angel of the pit"). You can see the Quatermass influence quite clearly in this panel:

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is classic steampunk - a genre to which I am particularly attracted though I’ve never dabbled in cosplay. Seattle hosted Steamcon II last November 19-21, and I almost attended, except that I was going through a bizarre state of my own that involved a disturbing premonition about the Golden Gate BRIDGE and in my excited, near hallucinatory condition, I decided that attending a festival in a dingy hotel with a bunch of people wearing masks was maybe not such a good idea.

It does make me wonder... has some kind of ancient alien object been unearthed? And is that artifact somehow responsible for the strange rise in synchronicity in the last decade? The Ark of the Covenant/Monolith, still working that old black magic...

Hey, look where the Wild Wild West (666) Steampunk Convention is to be held this coming March (Nice Eye of Horus, Reminds me of the Wheel in the Sky):

I suppose now is a good time to show off my most favorite personal sync of 2010 - Long story, just a cool t-shirt of a fan/umpire of the Rat City Rollers.

The King is Dead

2011-01-23T21:26:00.000-08:00

At a banquet of the gods, Seth fooled Osiris into stepping into a coffin, which he promptly shut and cast into the Nile. The coffin was born by the Nile to the delta town of Byblos, where it became enclosed in a tamarisk tree. -Legend of Osiris

A few days ago, I dreamed of death. Jack Nicholson (Nick or Jack's son) chased me through a tesseract house and I escaped by stealing a motorcycle but he tracked me down. I begged him not to kill me, but the Joker did it anyway. That’s when I woke up. I thanked him.

Here in the bleak midwinter, there is death and dying everywhere. Even Arizona, the land of the rising sun/star, has felt the shadow of death upon it.

2010: Vancouver (Winter) Olympics, death of Georgian “slider” Nodar Kumaritashvil

Lion coffin of Princess Di

And I saw another beast coming up out of the earth. And it had two horns like a lamb, and he spoke like a dragon. And it exercises all the authority of the first beast before him, and causes the earth and those dwelling in it to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed.

Will, the Beast. Wildebeest, Wombat. err... whale.

John Eric Hexum - wound to the head.

Working on some drafting this morning, somehow the 144 showed up when I changed dimensions. Hexagram section - coffin section - C section:

The Caesar Section

Jesus said, "When you see one who was not born of woman, fall on your faces and worship. That one is your Father." Gospel of Thomas

Ides of March - death of Caesar, King Kill ritual.

Waterloo, defeat of Napoleon. Ego Kill ritual.

Lion Hill, Waterloo.

Personal email from a friend in New Scotland

Circle N via “Jack the Lad” hooligan wear.

The New Man: Superman.

The Green Man, he is born again.

A de-coffin-ated beverage. Long live the king.

Notes: Much of this post, especially the N-sync, are based on the work of The Happy Creatures. Royal coffin notes from Newspaceman. Much love to you all.

Hairgone Generator

2011-01-19T21:29:00.000-08:00

I swear I wasn’t going to post tonight. I’m focusing on “real world” things and I’m not letting the syncs get to me. I’ll just blame it on the moon.

Bald eagles (egg heads) are recently back in fashion, at least at Kosmos Idikos, and we can’t really go there without remembering Farrah, the angel who lost her lion’s mane, the most famous head of hair in the world, to cancer. Leo’s are now Cancer... FYI. Farrah also died on the same day as (hair on fire) MJ, so the hares are certainly on the loose. Shave and a haircut?

I found this hirsute Farrah worshipper on Unnatural Devotions today, and the image is resonating deeply. Is Farrah my Goddess, Diva, Diana, Isis? And why, as a gay man, do I feel such an unexpected and empathic bond to a tragic feminine sex symbol? Perhaps his right arm tat is a clue.

Subconscious Drive

2011-01-18T20:21:00.000-08:00

Here’s a little pick-me-up for those suffering from PXDS - post Xmas depression syndrome. The Enterprise crew testing their new “Acid Drive”. Which of course, is what all sci-fi really is: an initiation into your own inner blue oyster mystery cult. Enjoy the sleigh ride.

Get Smart

2011-01-17T22:49:00.000-08:00

The Wrath of Fools: An Open Letter to the Far Right is a rant against the right wing media, blaming the recent bloodshed in Tucson on the outrageously over-heated rhetoric of the likes of Palin, Limbaugh, Coulter, etc. Which is all fine and dandy, until you realize that Jared Lee Loughner was as much left wing as right wing, and you see that there’s something besides wings to this crazy national bird. We’re not all about feathers.

I’ve long felt that the insipid left/right political dichotomy is a one dimensional view that is really only useful to those who have some axe to grind, and lately I’ve appreciated the addition of another axis: the Anarchy/Totalitarianism, north/south view. Usually anarchy is placed in the northern quadrant, and I usually score in the fairly northwest of this political quadrant on tests, so perhaps naturally I live in the Pacific NW.

Maybe political labeling will one day include North/South as well as Left/Right. It would help clarify things, though of course that’s not in the best interest of the labelers, so probably not.

Anarchy = Chaos, while Totalitarianism = Control. Anarchists make little egoic sense, unless one realizes that the anarchist has faith in a certain “trans-ego” totalitarianism. No one jumps without a parachute.

If you’re like me, your jump took you sideways. Up/down, left/right doesn’t really come close to explaining the map of consciousness... there’s another dimension. Call it myth, art, beauty or synchronicity... I don’t know. This "in/out" or Z dimension helps make some sense out of nonsense, and brings order out of chaos. Call it my new world order.

Yo, Isis!

2011-01-16T18:41:00.000-08:00

Follow Your Nose

2011-01-13T20:49:00.000-08:00

Seattle just keeps getting weirder. We now have actual masked superhero’s patrolling the streets? The Rain City Superhero movement is off and running, with Phoenix Jones being the breakout star of the act. Unfortunately he got his nose broke this week, which is the only part of him not well protected by various masculine traits enhancing body armor... his 'Achilles Nose'?

Phoenix Jones's accomplices are nicknamed Thorn, Buster Doe, Green Reaper, Gemini, No Name, Catastrophe, Thunder 88 and Penelope. In what could turn out to be the rise of the obligatory comic-book super villain, police have been told by the group to disregard Captain Ozone or Knight Owl - because they are not part of the movement.

Speaking of noses, apparently Mona Lisa has yet another secret to tell (via Twilight Language):

Forget her smile. An Italian researcher says the key to solving the enigmas of "Mona Lisa'" lies in her eyes. Silvano Vinceti claims he has found the letter "S'' in the woman's left eye, the letter "L'' in her right eye, and the number "72" under the arched bridge in the backdrop of Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting.

OK, I’ll bite. the S in one eye and L in the other (curve and right angle, serpent and staff) represent the two sides of duality consciousness, and the bridge is well, the bridge between. 72 is the number associated with the rainbow, and yes, eyeglasses have “bridges” over the nose. So the nose is the rainbow bridge?

Here's a nice representation of the Hermetic/Moses serpent/staff thing on the "Rambulance" (Zombie Outbreak Response Team), which I happened across a few days ago (on 1.11.11 to be exact) on Capitol Hill:

Silvano, if only you had benefited from years of sugar cereal illuminati programming you'd have seen it too...

Raspberry Berets

2011-01-06T20:48:00.000-08:00

Lockheed SR-71 (RS "Horus"17) "Blackbird"

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?

Goro Adachi has synced falling blackbirds with the upcoming April 29 Royal Wedding Day, which of course makes perfect sense... at least it does after you read his post. Goro calls William “The Chosen One” and since William was so central to my ego death and premonition thing back in 2004, I do admit to a certain sense of satisfaction.

I’m wearing a beret as I write this post tonight. Var bought a beret for himself as an “early Xmas present”, and I admit he looks rather dashing in it. Certainly the media likes William Whales in his beret.

Sean Scott wrote an erotic sci-fi story entitled “The Beret” on Jan 2, 2011, which involves a gay couple in Seattle who is out Xmas shopping, and they stop into a haberdashery in Pike Place Market because one of them is interested in buying a little present for himself... a beret. Which was odd, because he never showed an interest in hats. However, the beret is actually a transmitter of “Penultimate Novatron”, which is very dangerous controlled substance from the future that has the power to turn any man into his ultimate subconscious desire - AKA “the Beast”!

“I don’t know what it is,” the man said. “But it’s huge! It’s like some kind of monster!” The man was clearly terrified. He shook as he spoke.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Colton bent down. “What do you mean-- monster?”

“All I know is… I gotta get out of here. You too, if you value your life…” the man scooted across the dark floor and, holding his shoulder with his opposite hand, scurried out onto the street. Colton could hear the crowd’s reaction to the sight of an injured, terrified man emerging from the scene of the disaster.

This is the illustration Sean used for his story, a muscle morph from the artist known as “N”, who was active around 2000. It’s an image of what I call a “masculine Venus of Willendorf”, or in other words, a visualization of the sexual subconscious made flesh - the Beast.

So later on today, I was reading some new stories at Omelissokomos. One called “Dippin’ New Life” by Kdumb features a certain tobacco:

“They had figured out part of what made the stuff work. It quickly reached deep into a person's psyche and located a deep seated desire--something or someone the person had always secretly wanted to be. It then locked in on those attributes and ran with them.”

The last transformation was into an army drill sergeant, complete with beret.

It does make me wonder... who do I secretly want to be? Beret’s are associated with both artists and Marines, and I do hold them to be roughly similar and opposite: both on the front lines of the culture wars. I can’t think “beret” without thinking “raspberry”, thanks to “he who cannot be named”, formerly a Prince.

"Walking in through the out door?" Sounds like Santa.

If we are truly experiencing a Luciferian, light-bringing moment in the collective human consciousness, then obviously, our inner Beast must be released. The Beast will not be denied, and I suppose the only question left is what kind of response do we have to it? Deny and project the Beast onto convenient scapegoats, or accept it as part of ourselves, and bring the black sheep home.

I'd Like to Make Myself Believe

2011-01-05T21:08:00.000-08:00

It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep.
‘cause everything is never as it seems.

Have you ever been to Oz? I mean, sure, in my dreams, but... no. I kick myself sometimes, because look... Oz is not so far away. The Black Rock Nevada Holodeck happens every year, and notwithstanding the Second Coming on May 21, it’ll happen again. 51,515 visitors to Burning Man in 2010. This year, I'm hoping for 66,666.

L ementary, My Dear

2011-01-03T21:39:00.000-08:00

I’ve been running into a lot of people named Eli lately. So many that it’s become a bit of a sync.

In the Canaanite religion, or Levantine religion as a whole, Eli or Il was the supreme god, the father of humankind and all creatures and the husband of the goddess Asherah as recorded in the clay tablets of Ugarit (modern Ras Shamra, Syria).

Eleleth (double L) who has been regularly blowing everyone’s mind lately over at Kosmos Idikos, is into Lilly, Lilith, Leeloo, Lois Lane, etc. so it got me to thinking about names that included L’s or especially double L’s. Which lead me to the oldest creation story on the planet, the myth of Enlil and Enki:

According to the ancient Sumerian texts, the Sumerian god, Anu, the “supreme Lord of the Sky”, the currently reigning titular head of the Sumerian Family Tree, had two sons. They were Enki (Ea), Lord of the Earth and Waters (whose mother was Antu), and Enlil (Ilu), Lord of the Air and Lord of the Command (whose mother was Ki). These two half-brothers -- surprise, surprise -- did not get along.

So, yet another left brain - right brain dichotomy story. Or mayhaps a panspermia tale of aliens breeding human slaves, but for now, it’s an allegory kind of thing.

From a Biblical perspective, it was Enki who created Adam and Eve. It was Enlil, on the other hand, who created “Edin”. Enki was the serpent in the garden, who urged Adam and Eve to eat of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. It was Enlil, who drove them out of Edin, while Enki was there to clothe them. It is worth noting that Zecharia Sitchin claims that the biblical word for “snake” is nahash, which comes from the root word NHSH, and which means “to decipher, to find out.” In other words, Enki, the God of Wisdom.

Meet Engkey:

Engkey, a white, egg-shaped robot developed by the Korea Institute of Science of Technology (KIST), began taking classes Monday at 21 elementary schools in the southeastern city of Daegu. The robots, which display an avatar face of a Caucasian woman, are controlled remotely by teachers of English in the Philippines -- who can see and hear the children via a remote control system. Cameras detect the Filipino teachers' facial expressions and instantly reflect them on the avatar's face, said Sagong Seong-Dae, a senior scientist at KIST. "Well-educated, experienced Filipino teachers are far cheaper than their counterparts elsewhere, including South Korea," he told AFP.

Eli Lillith: the pharmaceutical creators of New Eden.

Apparently, there are two rather large camps on the Enlil/Enki issue:

Abraham and his descendants served Enlil, and followed his precepts. The Egyptians, on the other hand, were Enki’s protégés, and based on food management practices during the devastating droughts around the time of Jacob and Joseph, were doing a lot better than Enlil’s followers.

Hoo boy. So the Jews (later the Xtians and the Mohammedans) are basically the backwoods voodoo snake handlers, while the Egyptians are the cool dudes with all the accredited science, magic and all that. However, it was “Enlil” who actually saved Egypt, because it was Joseph who interpreted the dream that troubled Pharaoh - the one about the seven fat cows and the seven lean.

But it gets tricky, because the followers of Enlil are usually caught doing major Enki-ogenic drugs? I’ve been wondering... maybes Jesus was a reincarnation of Enki? Sort of like Superman, who is Klark Kent. Always "married" to the LL. Hmmm.

Messenger vs. the message? If Enki (the magic mushroom) is the enlightener, then he’s cool, but still, he’s only an errand boy. He’s delivering Venus. Something about mistaking the flashlight for the message there. But let’s not kill the messenger, either. Takes one to gno the other.

UPDATE 1/4/11: As I was posting this last night, Conspiracy Grimoire posted:

Found this essay by late pyschonaut, psychoanalyst, pioneering cyberpunk and all-around smart guy, John C. Lilly. It seems like Mr. Lilly has pretty much nailed synchronicity on the head in this one. We wish all you budding synchronauts joy in discovering you’re not alone in the universe. Enjoy this little treat: ECCO

Time Heals

2011-01-01T21:47:00.000-08:00

I ran across this image a few days ago and I figured it was appropriate.

We took the dogs for a walk in Kirkland this Saturn Day, since it was a picture perfect winter’s day, brilliant sunshine, a bit of ice and snow, and after the deluge of Christmas, a welcome change. We ran into a gay couple who seemed to have popped directly out of a portal from San Francisco. Flamboyantly fashionable and effusive, they fawned over the terriers, calling them “gorgeous” and “fabulous” so many times I had to laugh. I hope we run into them again.

We also encountered a beautiful straight couple who were walking their dachshund “Dash”. Dog walking is truly the great leveler. Oliver and Ginger were friendly (there is always tension at first, because we never know if they will lunge for the jugular or wag their tales) and Dash was cool, even with his red and black, skull and bones emblazoned sweater.

Var says 11 is the year of the super ego, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but maybe the next step. Our friend Lee got us a ticket to the Picasso Exhibit at SAM for Xmas (Seattle Art Museum) and he scheduled us for 1/11/11 at 11 AM!

As Saturnalia draws to a close, I want to wish you all a happy new year, and may it bring you health, wealth and happiness, however you see them. I know Saturn/Cronus/Cronos gets a bad rap these days, I hear he played the devil to the new Xianity growing up around him. I guess that makes a certain amount of sense, a new religion based on eternal life is going to see time as the enemy. As for me, not so sure. Time may kill, but it also heals. So I dunno, my spirit is stuck in a 3D, time ruled universe and I know it feels like a prison, but maybe, my eternal spirit is here for a reason. To let time heal the wounds no one can see.

Todd Rundgren - Time Heals - 30 years ago.

Rudolph Saves

2010-12-22T20:38:00.000-08:00

When Var first came out, his loving family figured that his homosexuality was a product of low self esteem, which was why he was made to undergo a nose job at the tender age of 16. Apparently he had quite the proud schnoz before, but now his nose is pretty much perfect, neither too big or too small and Roman straight. His doctor did good work.

It didn’t cure him (thank God). But that story has made me think about our most prominent of facial features. If you could choose one biological feature that we are generally most dissatisfied with it would be the nose (at least, features above the belt). Hell, the entire plastic surgery industry was essentially launched by the Nose Job - the face that launched a thousand snips. And since this is Gosporn, I sort of wonder if the nose might represent a phallus?

So... yea. Which brings me around to Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer. You know, the one who saved Christmas:

Rudolph with your "nose" so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?

So even great Santa/Saturn, the giver of all good gifts, is basically stuck in a snow storm until/unless Rudolph shines his red light saber so bright. Even Santa can beg. I'm kind of loving this Luxology image, with Rudolph playing the part of R2D2.

It would appear that we are caught in a subconscious blizzard - a white out fog. I guess I’m just sayin’... shine your fleshlight. Be Rudolph, the Rude Elf. Let's make this a Christmas to re-member.

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NOTES:

Var’s doctor? Yep, the same as Mark Hamill’s.

I’d love to get a tarot reading of the film Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Anyone?

Lambert the Sheepish Lion. Lambert wasn’t invited to join in any reindeer games, either. Still saved their asses.

Dark Side of the Moon

2010-12-18T20:45:00.000-08:00

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 2:27

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

Which pretty much blew my mind, but next day BaT(man) served up THIS one, a Morgan 4/4 Roadster, number 144!

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:

This eclipse will be Double Dark, with both the sun AND the moon going out all at once. I suppose it’s always darkest before the Golden Dawn.

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 ~~moon~~ death star.

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NOTES:

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”.