The Sirens of Titan

A sync review of Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan on 222.

Kurt Vonnegut is one of my sci-fi prophets who’s influence on sync is the equal of P. K. Dick and Paul of Tarsus. The personal reason is because of a dream of Varen’s several years ago:

He was visited by a translucent jellyfish creature who first told him to “Be not afraid”, and then went on to disclose some things about his future, and closed with …”but for now, you are still in Dresden”.

“Sill in Dresden”. That line lead to finding Slaughterhouse Five, and after that I wondered if Var wasn’t contacted by a Tralfamadorian. I was reading "Sirens" during the anniversary of the Slaughter of Dresden on 2/19.

Since then I’ve read Cat’s Cradle and now The Sirens of Titan. If you haven’t read it then I highly recommend it, but you won’t understand much of this post unless you have, and it’s all spoilers from here on down, FYI.

The essential plot is a faked Martian invasion of Earth in order to create a new world religion based upon God the Utterly Indifferent. Opportunities for Vonnegut’s singular brand of humor/pathos abound.

The Pope of this new religion is Winston Niles Rumfoord who was a wealthy Newport aristocrat who was “infundibulated” and turned into a wave energy thought form spanning from Sol to Betelgeuse, who had perfect foreknowledge of events. He’s the one who engineered the Martian invasion. The plot is oddly similar to Alan Moore’s The Watchmen, with Dr. Manhattan as the man who can see his entire future and past in perfect detail. That book also featured a faked attack in order to bring about a global shift in human consciousness - or “new religion”.

On Mars, everyone is a mind controlled soldier with an antennae that causes pain whenever you think something not inline with the “message”. Heavily propagandized, in other words. “UNK”, the mind-wiped former earthling and current Martian soldier, gives himself a secret scroll of “what really happened”. In a way, Kurt Vonnegut is one of those scrolls: The KV Version.

I found out about mind control soon after 9/11, and how difficult it was to find people in meat space who would talk about 9/11 in a way that wasn’t spoon-fed from the media. We are all good soldiers. On Mars, there is a class of citizen who are not mind wiped and who do not have pain antennae installed and who control the other soldiers. They control things via a hidden control box in their pants pocket, and they are a secret class, few of the soldiers know who they are, or that they even exist, though they all take various low-level positions in the army.

The one we meet is named Boaz.

Boaz is one of two columns in the Masonic Temple of Solomon. Boaz is the column of the sun, severity and justice, which also resonates Mars. The other column is Yachin: the moon, mercy, and loving kindness. If Mars is Boaz, then Venus is Yachin. It is also true that the Freemasons are often accused of being a secret influence behind the scenes, much as described by Kurt Vonnegut above.

On Mars though, even the “Masons” don’t know who’s behind it all. They don’t know that Rumfoord is running the whole show. The only place from Sol to Betelgeuse on the entire spiral of the Infundibulated Man’s possible existences, where he is materialized permanently, is a moon of the planet Saturn: Titan. Saturn, Cronus, Chronos, the God of Time. Rumfoord is Satan. His great black dog is named Kazak, a palindrome. The palindrome reminds me of Janus: A Roman god who represented time, because he could see into the past with one face and into the future with the other.

Janus is often depicted looking both forwards and backwards in time. Also, dog = god, a clever Saturnian pun. Remember that pun, we’ll return to it later.

The Tralfamodorians control humanity as a sort of messaging system to others who can read the symbolic language. The meaning of Stonehenge is “Replacement part being rushed with all possible speed”. The Great Wall of China means “Be patient. We haven’t forgotten about you”. The Moscow Kremlin meant “You will be on your way before you know it.”

So in effect, all of human civilization, culture, religion and monuments large enough to be seen from space, are the result of Tralfamodorian meddling, up to and including even Saturn himself and his secret societies like the Masons. And all of this to get a spare part to a marooned Tralfamodorian on Titan. Apparently mythic messages travel considerably faster than the speed of light.

The conceit of the book is that while absolutely every character in the book is intricately manipulated and controlled, sometimes openly but often secretly, Rumfoord’s new religion is based upon the concept that God is completely indifferent to human concerns, and therefor everything that happens is a random accident. This understanding brings about a new “Golden Age”. "Nothing above us, only sky."

Ironically, I happened to watch Mr. Peabody and Sherman last night, which was about a dog wearing a red bow tie who had a time traveling device named The Way Back Machine, which was a red ball made of hexagon tiles. He’s a master of time. By the end of the film, in a scene eerily similar to the Je Suis Charlie” meme in Paris, everyone is chanting “I’m a dog too!”, or in Illuminati palindrome speak: I’m a god, too!” Kazak returns.

Sync back to Sirens of Titan, Rumfoord’s wavelength spanned from Sol to Betelgeuse. Betelgeuse is the red star on the left shoulder of Orion, the Hunter, which forms a prominent bow tie in the heavens.

As luck would have it, Beetlejuice star Michael Keaton is up for an Academy Award tonight, all dressed up like a blue bird/angel.

A Blue Bird of Titan

In Sirens of Titan, Chrono is the product of an arranged rape/marriage by Rumfoord, and if we take all this Satanic shit as far as it will go, that would make him the “Son" of Satan, or the Antichrist, Rosemary's Baby. Chronos joins the “blue birds of Titan”, and wears a costume made of blue feathers.

I just don’t know what to say… except Fuck You Tralfamodorians!

For Your Eyes Only

I have some recent “secret message” or sub rosa syncs, that I called “for your eyes only”, which eventually led me to watch the old 1981 James Bond chestnut, starring Roger Moore as 007 and Carole Bouquet as Melina Havelock - the crossbow wielding, Artemis/Diana resonating goddess of the hunt.

Roger Moore was Simon Templar in 'The Saint', so to me, his role as James Bond was simply a continuation of the Masonic secret agent meme. This is also why another Moore, graphic novelist Alan Moore, always places prominent Masonic emblems upon everything 'top secret'. Spooks and Freemasonry just go together.

The plot hinges upon the loss of the ‘Automatic Targeting Attack Communicator’ (ATAC), the system used by the Ministry of Defence to communicate with and co-ordinate the Royal Navy's fleet of Polaris submarines.

The communicator hides aboard a British fishing boat named St. Georges, complete with Templar Cross, until it is hit by a mine, and lost to the briny deep. We note that a ‘Knights Templar’ is physically handcuffed to ATAC at all times as a protective measure.

To translate, ATAC represents the Holy Grail, or Hiram’s Key (the password), possibly found by the ‘Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon’ while camping in the stables of ‘Solomon’s Temple’ during the first crusade (to be taken as allegory).

42 is LOST

In a rather remarkable reveal, the Grail is represented as a computer terminal, with 6 large numbers at the top. It is a communications device for the VALIS computer (as St. Dick described it) or simply the subconscious ID (as Jung would say).

Roger Moore’s antagonists are Milos Columbo (the dove) and Aristotle Kristatos, I imagine this to be yet another take on the Templars vs. Catholic theme. Recall that the Templars were forcibly disbanded and driven underground by the Catholic Church on Oct. 13, 1307, with the murder of their Grand Master Jacques de Molay. 1013 has become a very Templar resonating series of numbers. ATAC can be read as 1-100-1-3 in Gematria.

Kristatos is revealed to be a secret opium smuggler, we recall that religion is called “the opiate of the masses”. He is played by Julian Glover, who would go on to appear opposite previous Bond Sean Connery in ‘Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade’, as Nazi sympathiser Walter Donovan.

Much battling over the Grail ensues, most of it within an ancient Catholic monastery, which James must penetrate. I guess the Catholics stole it back. In the end, Bond steals it back again, but in order to prevent it falling into the hands of the “Orthodox” Russians, throws it off a cliff, where it is smashed to pieces.

“That’s Detente Comrade. You don’t have it, I don’t have it.”

Truly, Hiram’s Key has been lost.

The Creature Hyding in Plain Sight

Who are you?

This Christmas is the 100 year anniversary of the creation of the Federal Reserve Bank on Jekyll Island. Some say it was the the final collapse of the USA into central banker servitude, I guess the results speak for themselves.

The creature of Dr. Jekyll

Today we hired a chimney sweep to clean out our Intrepid II stove flue, his name was John Justis, and he charged an even $100 (December Special), preferably cash. He said he was a carpenter by trade, and "if we ever need anything built or destroyed" to call him. I thought to myself:

"Like our economic system? Justice would destroy it".

Do you really mean it?

Anyway, it made me sync on the Jekyll aspect of the deal, because the other side of Dr. Jekyll is Mr. Hyde:

Justice!

In Alan Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Dr. Jekyll is a weak homosexual Presbyterian Minister ashamed of his own sexuality. Mr. Hyde is a great, powerful, hairy beast who accepts and even takes pride in his primal sexuality. He reminds me of Sasquatch/Big Foot - a representation of the Id.

In LOEG, btw, It is Mr. Hyde what actually saves the planet, not Dr. Jekyll.

Hitler Was a Vegetarian

There are lot's of interesting little quotes about Hitler that may or may not be true, but the one that Alan Moore keeps repeating in the Watchmen is:

"Hitler was vegetarian"

Which makes Ahnold's recent slur on vegetarianism an interesting thing, since he was called the "Austrian Oak" by his American promoter, Joe Weider. In his time, he generally cornered the market on the pop culture Aryan Superman. Like Hitler, Ahnold is Austrian, and the oak leaves are a classic Germanic symbol that Hitler used to decorate his most heroic soldiers.

I so appreciate this post at halfpasthuman:

why i should be the vegetarian who gets to hit arnold schwarzenegger....and how i would go about it.

Arnold is one of our modern Aryan facades - a media fabricated model that is useful from time to time to drag out of retirement to promote this or that agenda. Apparently vegetarianism is now considered a threat, or maybe it's all a plan to promote soylent green.

I suppose I should consider vegetarianism with an open mind, and care not what Hitler or Arnold thinks about it. But the thing is, I do care. I care for the earth and for the people who live on her, and for the plants, and for the animals. I myself, would like to hit Arnold, but I'm afraid I don't yet have the wisdom of clif high, and would not pull my punches. Plus, I'd probably lose.

Trident Test Drive

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. ~John 14:2

In my father's hotel there are many suites ~Paris Hilton

At the end of Black Dossier, book number three in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen saga, Alan Moore gives us a glimpse into The Blazing World:

"You know, I'm sure I used to DREAM about this place when I was a little girl."

"I know what you mean. I think I caught a glimpse of the Blazing World in a VISION once, during my opium years."

Moore cleverly uses the trope of printing this part of the two dimensional book in "3D", and requiring the characters to wear 3D glasses, as a metaphor for entering 4D space from our 3D world. Much like Victor Fleming used the change from sepia toned B&W to Technicolor when Dorothy enters Oz.

The Blazing World is the 4th dimension, and that extra dimension is time. We experience time like a two dimensional creature would experience the third dimension, that is, in a very limited way. Our five senses don't include a time sense that would allow us to experience time as naturally and as simply as we experience 3D space, but... I think we're growing that organ.

The other aspect of the Blazing World that is equally fascinating is that it holds all the archetypes from all the stories. It's the monomyth, our collective subconscious, the Id, Oz, Hades, Heaven, Hell, the Book of Life, The Never Ending Story, the Worst Movie Ever Made, the place with a thousand names. We've been calling Kubrick's Black Monolith the monomyth, which happens to resemble a black book, or a black hotel:

I've already booked a room.

Alan Moore (who is probably the reincarnation of Merlin Ambrosius) ends League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Century 1910 with a fascinating vignette, going all the way back to the dawn of human consciousness. In 'Bio of Thebes, Abyssinia, 1236 B.C: Love amongst the Troglodytes', he posits that the apes from 2001: A Space Odyssey bathed in a pool "filled with a blueness that was neither fire nor water", which made them immortal. (Sasquatch, anyone?)

I'm reading between the lines here, but I suspect that when the monomyth hits the ground, it makes a crater in 3D reality, which eventually fills with water. This water is infused with monomythic, 4D stuff, which imparts it's "essence" to anyone who bathes in it, which to us - the 3D entrapped - appears to be eternal life. This is the legend of the Fountain of Youth.

Bio also bathed in the 4D pool, he/she has lived on down through the ages. He changed his name to Roland in the Middle Ages, and after that he became Orlando. Orlando is in Florida, the very place where Ponce de Leon searched for the Fountain of Youth. And of course, Orlando also hosts the Magic Kingdom. Orlando Bloom (Florida means "flowery land") played an immortal elf, and Tony Orlando, he wrote a horrible song that inspired a zillion yellow ribbons.

Since Alan Moore is obsessed with trident symbolism, I began to think of the trident as a force from the fourth dimension, since it has three prongs, one for each of our three dimensions - a dimension that is trying to break through. I figure if the Trident is 4 sale, why not give it a test drive?

I've also been thinking about tattoo's lately, and the Levitical prohibition against it, along with eating shellfish and laying with men, and I figure since I'm already doing all of the above except the tattoo, what the hell. Must be some powerful shit. So I got out my black magic marker and drew a clumsy trident tattoo on my arm, that was on Wednesday. Also, Marky Mark got the mark of the trident in Tim Burton's Planet of the Apes.

"Why the arm?" you ask. Because the first man on the moon, the first man through door 237, was Neil Armstrong. He's Horus, the Moonchild. "The Eagle has landed". I wait all next day for some cool sign from the 4th dimension, but no such luck, until...

In the Black Dossier (which is yet another metaphor for the black monomyth) Mina drops something:

"Oh, that's a nuisance. Something's tucked inside have fallen out."

"Never mind. Probably nothing important."

Until I started to write about it and I picked up the Black Dossier to scan it, and this folded up piece of paper falls out. (paper folding, origami, is another metaphor for 4D space)

It's a receipt from an artist's supply store in Seattle from 6/29/11. By a certain Tim Schacht, who lives in Ohio. FYI, it's the Ohio class submarine that carries the trident ballistic missiles.

Next day, we see that Facebook has been taken down by Anonymous, who is resonating Odysseus, or Nobody, Nemo. I wrote this on May 25:

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

Trident For Sale, Make Offer - Update

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last week, Var and I came across this Maserati for sale, "make offer", on the side of the road as if it was an old Datsun pick up. Maserati, by virtue of choosing the trident for their logo, has always been a powerful sync generator for me. The Trident is the weapon of Poseidon, Hades, Shiva, and... Captain Nemo.

This trident belongs not to the devil, however, but one who is sometimes mistaken for him: Shiva, the Divine Bowman. Its spinning arms are the three cities of Tripura- in the words of author Heinrich Zimmer, 'the amalgamated demon-citadel of the world', wrought from iron, silver and gold on the three great planes of earth, sky and heaven. Three great cities in constant rotation; so designed to cheat the prophecy that they- and the Empire they nourish- must one day fall prey to a single bolt from Shiva's bow; a feat that can be accomplished only when the moon floats into a certain rare orbit, and all three rotating cities are conjunct.
~Ben Fairhall

Made me think that the Nautilus was looking for a new captain, or something. For Sale, the Underworld. Make offer. Curiously, we had a fire aboard a nuclear sub in Portsmouth this week.

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

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

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

"You know, Ishmael, she's as bad as her old man.

Ha ha!, I'll tell you what, Jack... she's worse.

Ain't it bleedin' wonderful?"

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

Nemo is latin for "nobody" first used by Odysseus in his battle against the giant cyclopes Polyphemus: "much spoken of", or "famous".

When Polyphemus asks for Odysseus' name, promising him a guest-gift if he answers, Odysseus tells him "μή τις," literally "nobody." (which, when combined, as in speech also meant "cunning" - "μήτις," and is thus, a play on words.)

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

Nobody / Nemo / Anonymous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Mind Bomb

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

Tripod - Kevin O'Neill

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

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

The thing that is interesting is that Orson Welles (curiously echoing the name of the original author) achieved a very similar affect with his infamous 1938 radio broadcast of The War of the Worlds:

"The first two thirds of the 60-minute broadcast were presented as a series of simulated "news bulletins", which suggested to many listeners that an actual alien invasion by Martians was currently in progress. Compounding the issue was the fact that the Mercury Theatre on the Air was a "sustaining show" (it ran without commercial breaks), adding to the program's realism.
In the days following the adaptation, however, there was widespread outrage and panic by certain listeners who had believed the events described in the program were real."

So really, another mind bomb. In The Watchmen, the bomb is terribly destructive, millions die. The only thing fake about it was the media's attribution to an alien attack, when in truth the destruction was entirely home grown.

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

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

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

While personally a fan of H. G. Wells' fiction, I note that he was a supporter of eugenics:

In 1904 he discussed a survey paper by Francis Galton, co-founder of eugenics, saying "I believe ... It is in the sterilisation of failure, and not in the selection of successes for breeding, that the possibility of an improvement of the human stock lies"

In my ongoing conspiracy novel, The elite, secure in their belief in the superiority of their genetics, develop a sort of eugenics weapon, that is capable of achieving a "sterilisation of failure", to put it nicely. They've already tested it on certain undesirable classes, but they can't very well deploy it planet-wide without suspicion, so they invent a handy scapegoat - an alien invasion.

"We had no choice".

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

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