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Follow Your Nose

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

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

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

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

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.