I Want a New Drug

I saw this sad article about the never ending charade called the 'War on Drugs' today, which really means the "war on other drug dealers than US". Looking at the opium production graph, we can see why the Taliban had to be gotten rid of - the spice must flow.

I see Afghanistan as a great plantation of poppies - the South never lost the war, it just went elsewhere and changed crops. On the 21st century plantation, quotas must be kept, and any thieving by the workers is strictly punished.

I've been watching some old Miami Vice episodes, don't ask me why. Sonny, Tubbs and Edward James Olmos are constantly battling some shadowy drug dealer named "the Columbian" who is always one step ahead of them. I think we know who the Columbian really is.

It makes me think about our species, and our long and often difficult relationship with the green side of the planet. Going back to the very beginning of our myths, plant consciousness has always been with us, and really quite central to the story.

As a plant, the best way to ensure success is to make yourself indispensable to the animals around you, for instance, like bees have become dependent on flower pollen, and vice versa. With a primate you offer a euphoric experience that also happens to create an addictive and dependent relationship with the plant. Over time, the plant creates a situation where it is grown in the finest land on the planet, watered with care, defended with guns and bullets, and life is good. At least for the plant.

It is tempting to blame the plant for all this, but it's just doing what plants do. Poppies have, at least temporarily, put themselves at the top of the food chain, in a war that is possibly a war between sentient plant species, with human beings being merely convenient workers for a higher, plant-based consciousness. I'd really rather not be involved.

I remember Jeff Fairhall saying that George "Poppy" Bush was Satan. He was like... the poppies top gardener, did what it takes. Amply rewarded, I might add. His seeds go on to rule the world of vice, just like the poppy seeds.

OK, that may just be the way things are. Plants rule, maybe they created us. They even created our minds, so we can draw trees of life as symbols of higher consciousness.

I think its interesting how Satan is joined to this tree of knowledge, sort of a good yet bad guy. I know we all have our favorite plants of enlightenment in the garden, but maybe the poppy really IS Satan?

"You shall know them by their fruits"

I guess some plants just don't play well with others. Human beings are the Dooms Day Device for all species of plant but one: the poppy. Hope you love them, the elite certainly do. It's mono culture time.

Unless... maybe there's a spoor out there who sees a good opportunity. We worker bees are bit overdone with the poppy masters. I don't care if you're a slime mold, if you can make a better deal than the poppies, I'll find a way to see you, and paint you, as beautiful. Make an offer.

I want a new drug.

High Explosive Dual Purpose

Given the name of this blog is Gosporn, it's been a while since I posted anything worthy of the adult content warning so if pictures of carnal knowledge make you blush, please avert your eyes now.

HEDP, that acronym ... stands for High Explosive Dual Purpose — and those are the types of 40mm grenade rounds this young Marine has strapped across his chest. ~Bill in Exile

We can see 'this young Marine' has a bunch of golden peens strapped in there - little phallic weapons - one shot each, like little bottles of vodka on the airplane, or perhaps, little trident missiles.

This idea of the penis as a 'dual purpose' weapon, it's become pretty interesting. Obviously, the one purpose is to make sperm, those tiny and yet immensely explosive and powerful vehicles of insemination.

But I suspect the weapon has another use, and that is something related to what Alan Moore calls the Blazing World. An orgasm is called "the little death": a split second ego death experience and connection to the Blazing World - AKA Source, All, Id, Divine Miss Fem, etc.

I mean, I wonder if every time I cum, maybe I'm sending an Adam bomb into another dimension? Id Coming!!!

So, imagine all of humanity sending tiny but highly explosive bombshells of ego into the subconscious, all the time. If there is ONE thing we do well, it's have a fucking orgasm. It's a sex bomb.



It's building up in the subconscious, it's been building up for a long time. But it's full to bursting now, its TIME for whatever subconscious "baby" we've made to come forth. It's the birth day.

I still feel that semen is the key, or at least, the transmitter. Imagine semen as being the Mercurial messenger between realms, between we corporeal types and the fourth dimension. A messenger that goes both ways. We send our "messages in a bottle" to the subconscious during orgasm, we receive them back during the same process, the little spermatic carriers of the divine will.

I think that is why gay men are cock suckers. And I think that is why I saw this message yesterday from the Bringer of L... or should I say, the bringer of white. The feedback loop.

Communion.

42 Minutes in 10

I had the pleasure of being interviewed this Venus Transit morning by Douglas Bolles and Will Morgan at 42 minutes. We finally figured out that we're the ones driving this crazy bus, and we sincerely apologize.

Diamond Jubilee

Consecrate the fiftieth year and proclaim liberty throughout the land unto all the inhabitants thereof: it shall be a jubilee unto you - and you shall return every man unto his own clan, you shall return every man to his family. ~Leviticus 25:10
The land must not be sold permanently, for the land belongs to me. You are only foreigners, my tenant farmers. ~Leviticus 25:23

As the world celebrates the Diamond Jubilee year of Queen Liz II, and while Europe drowns in a sea of debt, I'm reminded of the true meaning of the Levitical Jubilee, which was a 50 year cycle when all debts were forgiven, slaves set free, property returned, etc. I doubt if we will see much of THAT from the elite, but they do throw a nice party every now and then to keep our minds off our troubles.

However, I sort of suspect/hope/dare to hope - that there is another "jubilee" brewing. Which is the release of the inmates from the 3D prison - the pyramid/diamond-shaped time matrix within which we are all bound. Don't be late to the party. I'll see you there?

Spell Check

Language is originally art, THE art of Magik... to SPELL. ~comment by Jeremy H. from Magik of the Monkey King

I've been thinking (again) about words and language as a form of magic spell and I always go back to the crazy fact that the Millenium Hilton Hotel (standing in for the Monolith/Monomyth) misspells Millennium. 911 is variously called a mega ritual or stargate, perhaps intended to inaugurate the Aeon Of Horus (Millennium Falcon) and yet, "they" didn't get the fucking spell right.

On June 1, I get this "Corrected Previous Message - Spell Checked" from The Watchman Report and I sort of thought that was hilarious, especially because he misspells "mispelled"!

Going back to the Trident for sale, best offer business, I see that the distressed owner (the former Captain Nemo) misspelled "Masariti". It's like - maybe he was fired for bad spelling?

I don't want to be too nuts here but you see how he draws the TT in "Quattroportte" twice, and while the first double T is correct, the second is not. The proper spelling is Quattroporte, and we see that the trident goes directly through the incorrect part. The demonic spell checker.

Whenever we talk about spells and spelling I can't help but think of Tori Spelling (Alan Green and I have been geeking on this for a while), because:

A torii (鳥居・鳥栖・鶏栖?, lit. bird perch, /ˈtɔəri.iː/) is a traditional Japanese gate most commonly found at the entrance of or within a Shinto shrine, where it symbolically marks the transition from the profane to the sacred. ~wiki

I had lunch at Taco del Mar today, and I noticed the water cup they gave me has Carlos the fish, who can't spell at all.

I have no idea what any of the above means.

Update: 2012 Spelling champ: "Snigdha Nandipati is the fifth Indian-American in a row to win the Scripps National Spelling Bee. The 14-year old spelled 'guetapens,' which means ambush or trap."

It's a trap.

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.