Easter Mass and Mini Elephants

I attended Easter Mass this morning with Our Lady, the Star of the Sea, whom the Catholics call St. Mary, the Greeks called Aphrodite, the Egyptians called Isis, and the Babylonians called Ishtar. I expect the average Christian isn’t fond of the idea that all their icons are re-booted pagan gods and goddesses, but for me it is a comfort. It helps me keep faith in the archetypes, even as they change their names over the eons.

Anyway, the service itself was straight out of Star Trek: The Return of the Archons episode. A bunch of primates worshipping a computer. They even carry an ornate bible down the center aisle - the Word, you know. Let’s call it a computer chip - the “Code”.

Set in the 23rd century, the series follows the adventures of Captain James T. Kirk (William Shatner) and the crew of the Federation starship Enterprise. In this episode, the crew of the Enterprise encounters a seemingly peaceful world controlled by an unseen religious leader, but discovers that the end of social evils has removed everyone's individuality.

I’m not exactly against the idea of worshipping a computer, as long as it was, you know, God-like. Philip K. Dick called it VALIS (Vast Active Living Intelligence System), and the study of sync certainly reinforces the idea that we are all essentially sub-routines running inside a universal, holographic computer program.

This service was marred by a bad, buzzy speaker, you could barely understand the words being spoken. I took this as a sync metaphor for a lack of communication skills with the mainframe MCP. We’ve lost the code, and all we can do is blindly follow ritual, pushing the Jesus Submit button over and over again but nothing actually happens.

The reason nothing happens is not that the computer isn’t there, but that we simply don’t have the right passwords and protocols anymore. The Elders of Zion don’t just give it away. “In the name of Jesus…” is simply saying the password and expecting results, as if the Jesus was your best app ever. Maybe it really IS the best app ever, but it’s name isn’t Jesus, it’s probably a lot closer to THX 1138.

Sync is the study and re-learning of this ancient protocol, the symbolic language of VALIS. As we learn it, the world is gradually revealed to be a giant Donkey Kong simulation. (see what I did there?) And that’s the fun, because we are learning to push the right buttons on the game console.

Earthquakes

I’ve been having extremely vivid earthquake/landslide dreams over the past month. The most recent was last night, where Var and I were driving the VW somewhere, the ground began shaking, and soon every mountain range around us began crumbling, as if the entire world is going down. The dreams feel very real and very troubling, but I don’t fear them anymore. The earthquakes are the result of Poseidon banging his trident upon the ground. Poseidon is the god of the sea, or the subconscious. So quite naturally, the ‘quakes are heard first in the dreamspace holodeck of the subconscious, which then manifest and become our dimension, through a process of 3D printing.

For in him we live and move and have our being
~ Acts 17:28

Mini Elephants

What kind of reality will we create? Mini-elephants is the best we can come up with? For some reason I keep seeing miniature elephants. Stardust, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, The Mysterious Island, all feature mini-phants.

Ganesh is the elephant bringer of good luck, but you know, he rides on a mouse. Maybe because he has to obey the click.

A Proper Renaming Ceremony

Oliver left, Ginger right

I’ve lately been reading about the grave consequences of renaming a boat without seeking the proper blessings of the deities involved. The ancient mariners believed that sailing vessels actually contained souls, and were thusly treated with similar rituals and respect. And we all know that the “Christening” is a ritual that goes way back. Your name is important. It just is.

Which made me think.... (uh-oh) It occurred to me that Var and I may have committed a similar sin with Ginger, our little rescue terrier. You see, we renamed her. And in blind ignorance of the fates, we may have committed a serious error in the eyes of the Gods who look after little terriers. We never “denamed” her. So now Ginger has two names, one reflecting her prior, unhappy state of affairs, and her new one. She does seem to have a split personality, and Ginger sent Varen to the hospital a few years ago with a vicious bite on the hand. Was this perhaps the result of an Akashic bookkeeping error? Perhaps the Gods need to be kept in the loop.

So I’d like to set the record straight, and conduct a proper renaming ritual for the terrier now known as Ginger. According to John Vigor, such a ceremony should consist of five parts: an invocation, an expression of gratitude, a supplication, a rededication and a libation.

1. Invocation - for sailing vessels, the Gods involved are obviously Neptune and Aeolus, but for dogs... I’m not sure. Canis Minor is commonly represented as one of the dogs following the constellation of Orion, the hunter. Ging is definitely a hunter, and also small. So perhaps Orion? She is also a terrier, which means “going to ground”, or “earth”, so perhaps Gaia needs to be CC’d on this? I’d love to hear opinions on this.

2. Expression of Gratitude - Mostly thanks for keeping Ging safe, and also for Varen, since the hand wound was able to be cured.

3. Supplication - according to Vigor, we should have asked for the previous name to be struck and removed from the records before we renamed her. Oops! Well, maybe better late than never. We unfortunately don’t know her previous name, so that will require the Akashic record librarians to conduct a card catalogue search. How long should we allow for that?

4. Rededication - present the vessel for blessing with another name.

5. Seal the pact with a libation. With boats, this is champagne (the finest you can afford) poured over the bow. All of it, don’t take a sip. And this is where I hit on a bit of a conundrum. Because if this is an offering to Orion, then he’s going to want red meat... and we’re vegetarian.

At first, this was a bit of a problem, but I realized that I already purchase meat dog food for the dogs. And I recall the story of Cain offering a displeasing sacrifice... So I think that maybe this time, Orion will be getting red meat. After all, I don’t need to eat it. And in a funny way, I’m sacrificing something too... my vegetarian principles.

So here’s a question of etiquette: Should Ging eat the red meat, or should it be offered only to the Gods? I see that in religious tradition, the first offering is to the Divine, and then the people can chow down. So maybe the first meat goes to Orion, but then Ginger gets hers? I think she’d bite me if I didn’t give her a taste.

What? Me a practicing Witch Doctor? I got my license online.

Fanning the Flames

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A Bun in the Oven

Thanks to the overwhelming evidence (ha!) that Osiris is whole again, the next rather obvious step would be signs of Isis’ pregnancy with Horus.

Fortunately, spring is just around the corner so all the Easter, fertility symbolism of the season is right on schedule. I know the rest of country has been suffering through a brutal winter but we in the Pacific NW are having a delightful early spring.

Anyway, back to the strange death of Andrew Koenig for another clue. Andrew played “Boner” in the TV sitcom “Growing Pains”. Hmmm...

Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be earthquakes in various places, and famines. These are the beginning of birth pains. --Mark 13:8 

 Birth pains of Isis/Gaia/Mary equal growing pains of Horus? God, now I really do sound like the typical nutter! At least I’m not selling a book. Yet. I do admit the recent earthquakes in Haiti and Chile make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The 8.8 quake in Chile may have altered the spin of the earth, shortening our days by 1.26 microseconds and also shifted the axis of the Earth by about three inches - according to NASA.

How on earth a shift in human consciousness might actually shift tectonic plates leads to musings about the Cosmic Cube and the Id-fulfilling machine of the Krell from Forbidden Planet, all previously researched on Gosporn. I have no idea how such a mechanism might actually work, but it does appear as though we are living in a time when all our dreams are coming true. All of them, unfortunately.

Anyhoo, feet back on the ground (tenuously) I wonder what might be a better and more hopeful sign of successful insemination than simply global labor pains. And this synch takes me back to San Francisco, Eros, and the birth of the Hippie Movement - the 1967 Summer of Love.

The Summer of Love was a social phenomenon that occurred during the summer of 1967, when as many as 100,000 people converged on the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco, creating a cultural and political rebellion. San Francisco was the center of the hippie revolution, a melting pot of music, psychoactive drugs, sexual freedom, creative expression, and politics. The Summer of Love became a defining moment of the 1960s, as the hippie counterculture movement came into public awareness. These lifestyles included communal living; the free and communal sharing of resources, often among strangers; and free love.

Compare the above with the description of the Pentacost in the Second Chapter of Acts:

They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread (eating of mushrooms) and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. --Acts 2:42-45

It seems to me that what occurred in San Francisco in 1967 was an example of a communal “anointing” of the Holy Spirit, or “parousia”:

Parousia |pəˈroōzēə; ˌpäroōˈsēə| noun Christian Theology another term for Second Coming. ORIGIN Greek, literally ‘being present.’

The uptight church edited out most of the “free love” aspect, but the “LSD/entheogen” and the sharing of possessions remain enshrined in Christianity even today as the Sacrament of Communion and the commandment to give to the poor. Corrupt as it may be, the church still shows the bones of its former glory, if none of the living flesh.

The “apostles” of the San Francisco “Pentacost” are The Grateful Dead, who based their entire career off the psychic “aftershocks” of this event. We’ll note the “thunderbolt” of enlightenment in the iconic logo AKA the breaking of the Cosmic Egg (your brain on drugs). I would translate Grateful Dead as “grateful ego death”, a condition manifested via the “spiced wine” of the Dionysian Mysteries, and later, in the Gnostic cults at the dawn of the Christian era.

Some, however, made fun of them and said, "They have had too much wine." --Acts 2:13

It seems to me that human consciousness is “ripe” for a new experience of Pentacost. I know I am. I’m pretty burned out with all the symbols that go nowhere, the promises that never arrive. We get Obama promising “real change”, and he winds up leading the minstrel show. We get anti-war talk, but no end to war, health care reform with no actual care. We get symbolic lip service on everything, and no real action.

Anyone up for some pole shifting? I think we can do better than 3 inches. How about the Summer of Love - 2010? I'll bring the mushrooms.

NOTES:

Pentacost means "50th day". Andrew was found on the 25th, which is 5x5. Interestingly, the Grateful Dead were ranked 55th in the issue "The Greatest Artists of all Time" by Rolling Stone magazine.

April 19th, 1995 episode of "Sliders": The Sliders find themselves in a present-day San Francisco where the "Summer of Love" never ended—and Wade and Rembrandt are mistaken for extraterrestrial prophets.

The Yellow Rose Again

Sync Along With Mitch

The Yellow Rose of Texas, Mitch Miller with his Orchestra and Chorus - 1955.

This march is a Texas standard, probably the one song guaranteed to bring a tear to the eye of every red-blooded Texan. It memorialized the state’s founding myth, which according to this Youtube comment was enabled by a certain incident:

 “Little known fact: The Yellow Rose of Texas was a mullet woman, a high yeller in the raciest language of the day, who, in service to the Texas Republic, volunteered to entertain the lecherous Mexican President Santa Anna as Sam Houston’s troops closed in on San Jacinto. The General was literally caught with his pants down.” --caitlan97

Another “virtuous whore” story! I’ve looked at the archetype of the “virtuous whore” before, mostly through the Mary Magdalene mythos, but also through a very old “founding myth” - the Battle of Jericho.

Little known fact: Rahab of Jericho was a prostitute who, in service to the invading Israelites, hid Joshua and his spies in her brothel, allowing the Israelites to scheme undetected, and finally take down the walls. Jericho was a city on edge with fear of invasion by the Israelites, an army that no city-state could defeat because the LORD had blessed them. Rahab had seen the writing on the wall, and decided to aid the invaders, in exchange for leniency. She made Joshua’s spies promise to save her and her family from the coming slaughter, and the Israelites kept their word: Rahab and her kin were the only survivors of the Battle of Jericho.

Was the town of San Jacinto playing the role of "Jericho", with Sam Houston starring as “Joshua” and the Yellow Rose as "Rahab"? A fun question, especially considering the synchs surrounding Texas, the bible belt, Orion and the red star, oil reserves, deserts, and the “killing of the king” ritual from Dallas - 1963.

Who IS this glorified whore? To answer that, I first need to know who is Joshua, and what is Jericho/Jacinto, or for that matter, Jerusalem, AKA the Promised Land?

The Battle of Jericho is yet ANOTHER mythic version of the epic battle between left and right brains - Ego vs. Id. Jericho represents the citadel or ”tower“ of ego-centric awareness, and Joshua is the commander of the invading forces of Id. ”The Promised Land“ is Jericho (ego) under the banner of Id Consciousness - same city-state, but flying a different flag.

Id can only rule when it has torn down every wall and destroyed every enemy - every illusion that ego sits in the center of the Universe. Thus, Joshua/Jesus (same name actually: Yeshua) are always perceived as war-like invaders from the Id by ego. Jericho isn’t so much destroyed as transformed, a transformation brought about by a shift in consciousness - a change of view from egoic to cosmic.

Now, consider the Yellow Rose: she is a secret servant of the Id, something buried within our own egoic consciousness, like a spy in hostile territory. She collaborates, with Id, hides Him, even makes a DEAL with Him!

Could this ”whore“ be our own holy, horny, sexual nature? The ”thorn“ in our side, the ”scarlet letter“, the subconscious drive that overcomes all walls of propriety and ego-imposed morality codes? Is it not my own sexual NATURE that has defined me, and caused me to be defined? I’m a faggot. A burning bush, and sometimes even a flame thrower. I’m the rainbow flag that flutters in the wicked heart of Jericho. I’m a spy, a secret agent of the Id! I’m a yeller rose - a ”halfbreed“. It almost makes me a citizen of another country, as if I were merely traveling through this land of Nod, east of Eden.

Homosexuality is just one side of this amazing subconscious Being, but I hope, if the myths are true, then it is a side of particular affection. Not because our love is any better than any other, but because of what we have endured, just to express it. Id likes being expressed, which sorta makes us a First Press - Extra Virgin.

You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosa Lee, but the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me!

NOTES:

Yellow, besides being a solar color, is associated with cowardice. The ego, being eternally on the edge of death, is truly a coward. The ”sell-out“ of the Yellow Rose to the Id would almost appear virtuous once the odds of egoic success were actually laid out.

The Cowardly Lion - my favorite Wizard of Oz character - and as gay it gets.

Jacinto is Spanish for hyacinth. Hyacinths are sometimes associated with rebirth. The Hyacinth flower is used in the Haftseen table setting for the Persian New Year celebration Norouz held during the Spring Equinox.

Hyacinth was a beautiful youth loved by both the god Apollo and the West Wind, Zephyr. Apollo and Hyacinth took turns at throwing the discus. Hyacinth ran to catch it to impress Apollo, but was struck by the discus as it fell to the ground, and died.[2] A twist in the tale makes the wind god Zephyrus responsible for the death of Hyacinth.[3] The youth's beauty caused a feud between Zephyrus and Apollo. Jealous that Hyacinth preferred the radiant archery god Apollo, Zephyrus blew Apollo's discus off course, so as to injure and kill Hyacinth. Apollo did not allow Hades to claim Hyacinth. Instead, Apollo made a flower, the hyacinth, from Hyacinth's spilled blood.

The San Jacinto Monument. Look familiar?

Perfect Timing

“Hey coach, what time is it?“ “You mean right now?” --Yogi Berra

Thoughts always turn to time at the turn of the new year - retrospectives, predictions and resolutions. Like Janus/Saturn, we sit on the cusp of a new beginning, looking both backwards and forwards in time over a new year, decade, century and millennium.

Even the heavens lend a certain gravity to the occasion, with this new year falling on a Blue Moon, accompanied by a lunar eclipse.

Over the last decade, the red glow of the digital clock radio has become a constant companion and even Oracle. Entire websites have been created out of the magical 11:11 (double H) that we all see from time to time. I’ve been seeing a lot of 1:44, and 11:44, 4:14, 4:41, etc. this year. That’s a reference to the infamous 144,000 of St. John’s mushroom Revelation, AKA 12 x 12, or 12:12 in clock radio language. AKA December 2012, the ending/reboot of the Mayan long count. I remember how mushroom eating Jeff Fairhall was certain that the galactic intelligence we call Creator would insist on making himself known to everyone on the planet by 2012. A cosmic deadline.

Var and I spent Christ Mas at the family cabin on Hood Canal - the spiritual center of my universe. We had wonderful weather, a full week of brilliant son/sunshine, and it was interesting how the constellation of Orion sat front and center in the night sky - Lord of the heavens, so to speak. We even passed a Delorean time machine on the road. On Christmas Eve we partied, drank, smoked and talked late into the evening, and when we finally made it to bed, the ancient Zenith brand clock radio light was blinking at me, needing a reset.

I thought woah. Pyramidal capstones and lighting bolts, all wrapped into one tidy logo!

I turned that damned black box over and over in my hands, trying to find the Time Reset button. I felt like a monkey, turning it over with no real understanding! Finally, I see a hidden panel! I flip it up to reveal the “hidden knowledge” of the Cosmic Cube, and I reset the time! Christ if only.

But the most amazing thing about the clock was that it was stamped with a manufacturing number:

And suddenly the lightning bolt hit, and I realized that for this clock, it is ALWAYS 1:44, or 12:12. The eternal singularity of NOW! The one and only miniscule fraction of spacetime that Saturn doesn’t rule. In fact, Saturn is actually MADE by the Now Mfg Co., China.

Maybe it is always 2012, and I just need to open the hidden door.

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. --Rev 3:20

Happy New Year, everyone. May this be your year to make contact.

Doctor Who Saves the Titanic

Updated Dec. 27. We watched 'Doctor Who: Voyage of the Damned' this week, finally available for rental. Dr. Who is said to be the sole-survivor of an ancient cosmic war, possibly the War of Heaven? I synch him with Titans, Enochian Watchers, and the Fallen Angels, perhaps even Lucifer himself. A charming rogue. (see Dr. Pooh for Tardis ravings)

In this episode he finds himself aboard a gigantic intergalactic cruise ship christened with the unlucky name Titanic. It's a ship of the Max Sagittarius Cruise Lines, and since I know from The Blob that Sagittarius points toward Galactic Center, I'm thinking maybe Max represents the Most High God? And not in a very good light, I might add.

Just in case we were wondering, the ship is full of the (heavenly) 'Host', who are all identical (cloned?) golden angel-bots who act as "messengers". Dr. Who casts Max Sagittarius as an embattled and corrupt CEO who's board has plotted against him, which is an interesting re-telling of the Book of Enoch and the story of the rebellion of the "Heavenly Council".
Max plots to regain his position by framing the board for his deliberate sabotage of the Titanic, sending it hurtling into Earth and killing all aboard, not to mention the entire planet. The ship is set to crash into Great Britain (of course) aimed directly at Buckingham Palace.
The ship is struck by three asteroids, synching with the weapon of the trident, which is only possible because the ship's shielding was deliberately dropped by an act of internal sabotage, resonating quite strongly with the fall of the twin towers and the unaccountable collapse of air defenses on that day. Subtle rumors of sabotage circle around the real Titanic, and also the attack on Pearl Harbor, where the radar inexplicably went dark. Yesterday, Maui was struck by a strange power failure while Obama was vacationing with his family.
Anyway, the Doctor saves the day, and as the great ship careens safely over the rooftops, the Queen waves goodbye, wishing him a happy Christmas. They seem to be on a first name basis, which would be only natural for the earthly representative of the Reptilian "seed".
Interestingly, this episode costars Kylie Minogue (the Illuminati "goddess" from Oz) and headliner at the recent Atlantis Rising ritual in Dubai. She plays a cocktail waitress named Astrid - "divine beauty" - a Nordic Goddess. She plays a Helen-like (grail) character, a beautiful woman who regrets her employment at Max Sagittarius Cruise Lines. At the end, she kisses (gives herself to) the Doctor by stepping up to him on a red cross box, which is probably the most symbolically loaded scene in the episode.
I have a fascination with the Titanic and the Hindenburg, which (to me) are mythic equivalents. There's something about these disasters that transcend the actual events, if I may be so bold. Could they be fractals? Diamond fractals pointing to a larger event that happened long ago, and will happen again.
Is the Titanic 'Wormwood'? (see The Wreck of the Zodiac) The great starship crash of 2012.
Honestly, I feel like being on earth right now is like being aboard the Titanic!?

The Morning After: Maureen McGovern (MM).
That would be the song I sang in church as a teenager. I chose it, and I have no idea WHY I would choose a song of hope aboard a doomed ship named POSEIDON (care for a stick of Trident?) to sing to the congregation. Another doomed Christmas Ship.

Conversion

I've been reading Michael Tsarion lately, just web pages mostly, devoted to the idea that the Hyksos Pharaohs and Akhenhaton were the real Jews, and that the entire religious "sham" known as Judeo-Christianity is founded on this ancient sun worshipper. According to Tsarion, the Freemasons, Illuminati, Catholics, etc. are simply different shadows of the same black sun, all artfully controlled through the Black Pope and the Jesuits, the original secret agents.

It makes fascinating and difficult reading for a Christian, and Tsarion makes many incontestable points that cause a bit of indigestion in the swallowing, I admit. I have enough solar "worship" synchs in my life that demand to be accounted for, Virgin Mary beach towel included (see In the Shadow of Giants for more). Something deep inside says he's right, or at least half right, and my thinking about this very strange religion called Christianity has been CONVERTED.

What IF solar worship was really what Egypto/Judeo/Christo religion was all about? And... would that necessarily be a "bad" thing? The Navajo are sun worshippers, and they know that they only worship the sun as a SYMBOL of their real God. So they don't actually worship the sun, they worship their God THROUGH the symbol of the sun, sorta like the symbol is a gateway (stargate) to their true God!?

Which is exactly what Christians do with the cross and what Americans do with the stars and stripes and I suppose Freemasons do with capstoneless pyramids and such. And honestly, it's what I do with cock. I'm a fag and I worship cock. I worship cock because cock is the best symbol for God that I have, better even, I must say, than the sun. But that's just my opinion, and I'm not really prepared to kill you if you prefer another symbol for God (or no god).

That would put me in the minority, because Jews, Catholics, Protestants, Americans and Moslems all have a tradition of conversion by the sword. Which is so crazy, because they all say the SAME THING about God. It's like you're in the supermarket soup aisle (isle) and one soup is Moslem and the other is Kosher, and they both come at you with swords demanding you choose THEIR brand, even though the cans are all filled with exactly the same thing!

Homosexuals have long been targeted for Conversion - from gay to straight. The Christians are always seeking converts, and electro-shock (to the balls) aversion conversion is one of many perverse methods of the Ex Gay "ministry". Abu Ghraib was probably run by an X gay.

Burn the witches!

Darth Vader is also interested in conversion:

"He will join us or he will die!"

Which kinda reminds me of the warning Yah makes to Adam concerning the tree.

And of course, the Borg also convert you. The borg have the added wrinkle of removing free will from the equation - once converted to Borg catholicism, always converted (unless you're 7 of 9).

Which brings me to one of the stranger wings of the gay erotic library: forced conversion from straight to gay (see here or here). Erotic mind control, muscle growth, etc. A wing I admit to spending considerable time in. It's actually offensive, the idea that straight guys can be made gay... against their free will. And it's not all just leather and chains, those are merely crude symbols. The best stories are when the straight guys convert because of lust, pure and simple. Desire. The fuel (faggots) of Conversion. God, my cock LOVES those stories.

Which is of course... ridiculous. It would be morally wrong to MAKE someone a fag. Which is exactly what God did to me... against my free will. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

The Sacrifice of Isaac

"Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied.

"Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."

The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time and said, "I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."

Image via Doug at Unnatural Devotions