I was at the Red Apple grocery today and the checker lady was telling me how she used to ski on K2 Holidays and Salomon bindings...
Now entering synch hole (cue BG opening credits dinging sound: “Ding, ding, ding, da ding...”)
I was thinking how ice cream cones look like mountains, which look like teeth. Today we get the Synch Whole talking about Crowley, mountains, Thoth, teeth, flooding and K2 (sheesh!) Jake Kotze’s original Y2K article is probably a founding document of Synchronicity, sort of our 'Declaration of Interdependence'.
Anyway, the checker (cab) comment gave me this hilarious vision of Aleister Crowley, madly skiing down the KK of Kosmic Konsciousness, held firmly from harm of gravity by his bindings - the wisdom of Salomon/Aiwass, or Knowledge, that he received from within/atop a great pyramidal mountain, (sort of like Moses, now that I think about it).
Thoth/Hermes is Lucifer, the bringer of knowledge, who is forever associated with Eden and the apple (plant entheogens), the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge.
So yesterday, Var had to take his APPLE to see a genius at the Apple Store, it wasn’t working properly. The Thoth resonating genius told him the blueTOOTH was busted, and they’ll need to replace the display. Sort of like replacing a window or "framework". Or perhaps just a new way of looking at things.
K2 Holiday skis are blue, and so is Hermes. And so am I, according to this Blue Dream.
I have a bit of a personal history with K2, since, as a teenager I worked one summer at the Vashon Island K2 skis manufacturing plant, rewiring all their fluorescent light fixtures when I worked for an electrical contractor. That would sort of make me a “light bringer” to K2, wouldn’t it? (Dammit! I can’t stop typing K@, oh, that’s a “CAT”...)
Not so fast... Lucifer. My job involved perching on a ladder to change out light fixture ballasts, and the occasional shock of 220 high voltage when I got my wires crossed. Ouch! (Note to self: Avoid crossing wires!) We light bringer electricians often times work at night, on the graveyard shift.
Since my last name starts with S, that would sort of make me a “snake” on a ladder, perhaps a wooden ladder, so a snake on a tree of knowledge, or serpent on a pole, or the staff of Asclepius, or a stairway to heaven. I mean, you know... symbolically.
Two interesting stories this month that both feature queens acting badly. Last week was flight attendant Steve Slater quitting his job in flamboyant style. More seriously, Pfc. Bradley Manning “quit” the army by releasing 90,000 classified intelligence reports on the war in Afghanistan. How old school can you get? A homo bent on revenge! Totally Guy Burgess.
It is interesting that both men were employed as foot soldiers on the front lines of the “war on terror”. Ever since 911, airline travel has taken a one way ticket to fear and paranoia land, with the military on a parallel course, justifying every breach of common decency, dignity and the Constitution with the need for “security”. Our collective desire for security against all forms of possible disaster has surpassed even the level of farce, ruining the country along the way.
Many would call Manning a traitor, and I have to wonder... a traitor to what? A self-destructive war that feeds off the terror it claims to fight, creating only more terror and misery both at home and abroad? Hmmm. Sounds almost like a Batman episode, doesn’t it?
The Batman/USA never seems to figure out that the Joker can never be beaten, he’s the JOKER, for crying out loud! He’s the shapeshifter who always trumps the ultimate Bat card/weapon.
America is like a collective ego, fearful of its own shadow, and so easily manipulated because of that. Kinda like gay men used to be, before we made peace with our own inner demons - our “joker”.
I’ve had a lot of strong synchs over the past year about patriotism, and it’s made me think about the differences between certain kinds of patriotism. There’s even been a synchronicity within gay culture, with lots red, white and blue, stars and stripes imagery along with the singing, dancing and flexing (for instance, the Ice Cream Truck song.
In a way, Pfc. Manning and Mr. Slater are playing the “Lucifer” role - bringers of an uncomfortable light to places in our subconscious that we would much rather remain in permanent shadow. They are Id loyalists, and traitors to the ego. Batman needs to clean out his belfry, and I think that perhaps gay men are the ones to do it. Hell, we’ve been there and done that and honestly... the only thing left to fear, is fear itself. The Joker isn’t our enemy, he’s our ace in the hole.
The reason I took if off, was for you to see
What’s underneath, trying to break free
To the surface, and it’s only a matter of time
Before it does
I subsequently discover the Cazwell vid 'Ice Cream Truck' making the gay blogging rounds this summer:
And I know I’m way behind in pop culture, but I finally watched my first Katy Perry video *holding nose* Which features lots of ice cream imagery along with the ‘California Gurls’.
Being duly sensitized to the Magdalene, MM, Harlot of Babylon meme, I note that Katy is wearing a wig reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, though apparently gentlemen now prefer blue, at least on planet Hollywood and Pandora. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was produced by HH and Horus resonating Howard Hawks.
The California Girls redo synchs the Magdalene with the Beach Boys, and here is a Youtube video that does exactly that: posting iconic MM images while the Beach Boys sing along:
The Beach Boys and especially Brian Wilson have major occult cred, with links to the California drug culture/sci-fi/military/occult complex that included L. Ron Hubbard, Robert Heinlein and even Charles Manson. Now that I synch the Whore of Babylon to the Magdalene, I can’t help but recall the rocket man himself, Jack Parsons, a disciple of Aleister Crowley who in 1946 conducted the Babalon Working:
The Babalon Working was a series of magic ceremonies or rituals commenced on March 2, 1946 by author, pioneer rocket-fuel scientist, and occultist Jack Parsons, essentially designed to manifest an individual incarnation of the archetypal divine feminine called Babalon, as well as to catalyze the emergence of that force in society and as it exists latently in every man and woman.
Holy shit! Marilyn Monroe got her first film contract in 1946. Imagine for a moment that the Babalon Working actually WORKED?! In hindsight, given the nearly constant presentation of Magdalenish images and icons from Hollywood since then, each one more outrageous than the last, it does makes me wonder.
Gay men have been presenting that latent Babalon divine feminine energy for a while now, and even porn stars are now going mainstream. Are gay men the new whores of Babalon?
California Grrrl
That sort of hits me where I used to live. I still feel the shock wave, but it rolls over me now and eventually crashes harmlessly on the shore. Besides, Jesus seemed to have a real soft spot for the old ‘gurl’. Here he is defending her from the self-righteous mob:
So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. --John 8:7
And then there is this intriguing final passage from the Gospel of Thomas:
Simon Peter said to them, "Make Mary leave us, for females don't deserve life." Jesus said, "Look, I will guide her to make her male, so that she too may become a living spirit resembling you males. For every female who makes herself male will enter the kingdom of Heaven." --Thomas 114
Or in other words, “I will make the divine feminine male”. It took Him some time, but He did exactly that. Mary is now male, and he’s holding the ice cream cone.
Tonight is the beginning of the Perseid Meteor Showers. Meanwhile... Venus, Mars, Saturn and the crescent Moon are all having a party in the sky. A celestial ball? Or perhaps a fireworks display.
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th.
Never ones to shirk a challenge, gay boys strike back: Katy Perry gay parody video:
Remember the Macarena? The 1995/96 global one hit wonder with a fascinating back story:
As a result of their lounge act, Los del Río were invited to tour South America in March 1992 and, while visiting Venezuela, they were invited to a private party held by the Venezuelan empresario (of Cuban descent) Gustavo Cisneros. Many prominent Venezuelans were in attendance that night, including former president Carlos Andrés Pérez.
Cisneros had arranged for a local flamenco teacher, Diana Patricia Cubillán Herrera, to do a small performance for the guests, and Los Del Rio were pleasantly surprised by Cubillán's dance skills. Spontaneously, Romero recited the song's chorus-to-be on the spot, as an accolade to Cubillán, but naming her "Ma'dalena" (Magdalena): "Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Ma'dalena, que tu cuerpo e' pa' darle alegría y cosa' güena'" ("Give your body some joy, Magdalene, 'cause your body is for giving joy and good things too"). In Andalusian culture labeling a woman "Magdalena" is to give her a faint association with Mary Magdalene's reportedly seedy past, and more accurately describes her as being sassy or sensuous.
Romero saw potential in the improvised rhyme and, back at their hotel, the duo came up with the basic structure of the song. Since "Magdalena" was also the title of another song by Spanish singer Emmanuel quite popular at the time, Romero suggested that they use "Macarena" instead which, besides being part of the name of one of his daughters, is a popular name in Andalusia, given its association with the Virgin of the Macarena, the incarnation of the Virgin Mary that is a patroness of Seville's barrio La Macarena.
The Virgin-Magdalene dichotomy probably explains the rest of the lyrics: a song about a young woman, the girlfriend of a recent recruit to the Spanish Army named Victorino (whose name may be inspired from a kind of bull with long horns, evoking the cornudo, or male victim of his partner's infidelity, a mental image common in Spanish and Latin American culture), who celebrates his being drafted by hooking up with two of his male friends. Macarena has a weakness for males in uniform, spending summers at Marbella, and dreams of shopping at El Corte Inglés (the major Spanish department store chain), moving to New York City and getting a new boyfriend.
In other words, a fabulous Virgin Mary/Mary Magdalene archetype! MM is also the infamous whore of Babylon, the great harlot who, along with the Beast, share top billing in St. John’s Revelation. Like Aleister Crowley (“the Beast”), I have a strange fascination with this mysterious archetype. We have previously noted how the fall of the twin towers in NYC (New Jerusalem) resonated so powerfully with “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great!” and I can’t help but wonder what dear Aleister would have made of all of this!
In 1996, many believe a world record for group dancing was set, when a crowd of 50,000 people danced the Macarena in Yankee Stadium in New York City. The song made such an impact that during the Democratic National Convention in 1996, Al Gore humorously performed his version of the Macarena by standing completely still while the song played.
Wow! Practically conjuring up the harlot via mega-ritual! Five years later, Babalon was indeed fallen, fallen - a bonfire of the vanities. Lots of fives going on there, resonating Venus, Lucifer (the path of the planet Venus forms a pentagram in the sky when viewed from earth) Note that it was the dancer DIANA Patricia Cubillán Herrera who was the original inspiration for the archetypal song/event. Diana is the Goddess of the hunt, and is also known as the "virgin goddess", semiotically linking her to the Virgin Mary of Christian tradition.
And let's also note that DiaNA could represent DNA - truly the mother of us all.
August 5 is the anniversary of the death of Mystery Babylon’s most iconic MM, Marilyn Monroe. Norma Jean (her “Virgin Mary” side) was idolized by Elton John in “A Candle in the Wind”. Later, Elton John made England’s Diana Spencer “la Magdalena” with “Candle in the Wind 1997”, which was the song that succeeded Macarena as the Billboard Hot 100 Single of the Year.
In la Macarena, we note that the “cornudo” is evoked by naming Macarena's boyfriend after a bull. A cornudo or cuckold is the male victim of his partner’s infidelity. The cornudo is sometimes represented in Latin culture with a hand sign which we conspiranoids will find familiar - the “horned hand”. George W. Bush was famously photographed waving this sign at the masses, and it makes me wonder. Was George playing the whore of Babylon to the hilt... secretly fucking all the corporate interests while bravely battling “terra”? All the while waving the cornudo sign at we, the American public, AKA the cuckold, the unsuspecting victim.
It is interesting that Al Gore did not dance for the Macarena, and he “bowed out” of the 2000 election. I guess George was the one on her dance card.
Recall Jung’s analysis of the Chthonic monster:
"Envy, lust, sensuality, deceit, and all known vices are the negative, 'dark' aspect of the unconscious, which can manifest itself in two ways. In the positive sense, it appears as a 'spirit of nature', creatively animating Man, things, and the world. It is the 'chthonic spirit' that has been mentioned so often in this chapter. In the negative sense, the unconscious (that same spirit) manifests itself as a spirit of evil, as a drive to destroy."
Is this not a perfect description of the duality presented by the Mary/Mary archetype? One is the Mother of us all, and the other is her evil twin, our destroyer. Yet the great mystery is that these two Marys are one and the same.
From an archetypal point of view, I suspect this has much to do with a boy’s subconscious desire to fuck his mother - the Oedipus Rex syndrome. We want our mother to be a virgin Mary, and we want Mary Magdalene to be a whore. Given the shocking success of Magdalene type images over the past 50 years, from Marilyn Monroe to Lady Gaga, it is perhaps obvious that this is the archetype that needs to be expressed and reconciled into our collective consciousness. “Envy, lust, sensuality, deceit”. These are all patterns of not only the Magdalene, but all her alter egos, from Shiva to the Joker.
I find it endlessly cosmic that Francesco D’Macho, my Italian porn muse, lost his virginity on the very day that Diana Spencer was killed. Francesco’s porn brand is called “Stag Homme”, and wouldn’t you know it, the horns of a stag are notoriously symbolic of both the cornudo AND Diana, the virgin goddess.
However, Francesco is a cornudo with a difference.
Francesco is not ashamed of his sensuous, lustful, erotic side. He is the cuckold who knows. His “wife” is latino Damien Cross, a porn star even more wanton than himself, if possible.
Mary is our collective mother, wife and porn star, all rolled up into one. She wants to express all her true Self, all at once. In perhaps the most divine conjunction of opposites ever conceived, Mary will become both a virgin and a slut, at exactly the same time! And that is perhaps when she truly becomes the Mother of God.
In a way, homosexuals are now playing the role of MM - men who are absolute sluts... yet who remain technically “virgin”. Call it a loop hole in the Law of consciousness. Jesus is a clever lawyer.
La Macarena - video
NOTES:
The wedding of Francesco and Damien.
The latest incarnation of Wonder Woman, AKA Diana, is literally wearing pants.
Who was the first woman to wear pants on TV? Yup. Mary Tyler Moore.
"He tells me I'm as safe as houses
As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers"
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