What Child is This?

It’s been a pretty crazy month in the synchrosphere. Not that they ALL aren’t crazy, so maybe it’s just me. OK, obviously it’s just me. But the oddness just keeps piling up, and given the “2010: The year we make contact” myth, and all the Jupiter, Iron/Tin Man stuff, it does make me wonder.

Today is Lughnasadh, a traditional harvest festival - the “first fruits”, so to speak. That’s when we pick the first grapes, etc. Varen offered me a blueberry from one of our bushes... very sweet. The sunlight has been strange today... an unusual reddish tint that makes all day seem like sunrise or sunset. I felt like maybe a good day to sunbathe, considering it’s Sun Day. Var is especially proud of his marigolds this year, made me wonder about the effects of gamma radiation. I should ask the Fantastic 4?

This evening, we saw a hunk walk by in a sleeveless plaid shirt, arms bulging. Var said “how white trash”, and I thought, “Yea... hot”. Then the ice cream man drove through the neighborhood. No big deal, except his truck was playing “What Child Is This”. WTF?

What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

A rather excellent question: “What child is this?” Perhaps we are about to find out.

The Moody Blues: Video.

Party On Uranus!

You know you’re crazy when every 'ting has heavy symbolic meaning. Like even this piece of shit. As I recently discovered, Uranus is the original Sky God, which to me is just another way of saying “deep and dark subconscious archetype”. The further out you go from the “sun” of consciousness, the deeper you go into Pluto/Hades.

It makes me wonder about human consciousness, and that perhaps we are literally expanding outwards into a “solar conscious system” of archetypal “Knowing”. We appear to be well on the way to Mars, and all that implies (Oh, the humanity!). I can’t help but want to skip ahead, maybe all the way to Uranus. When the solar light of human consciousness encompasses the entire solar system, then perhaps we will finally be home. And then, we can finally get this party started.

 

Reptile Done Good

David de Rothschild and the Plastiki crew completed their voyage from San Francisco to Australia on July 26. I can’t help but see parallels to my recent “Junk DNA = Id” fetish. Here we have a man who is an heir to one of the most globally destructive and feared banking houses, with rumored ties to everything from the Illuminati to the Reptilians, riding a raft across the Pacific that is literally made of junk, in an attempt to raise global consciousness! In other words, God chooses His own prophets. Note the "red cap".

David de Rothschild... set out to raise awareness of our degradation of the oceans, to see and document the almost mythical swirl of detritus forming an 'island' in the Pacific, and to do this with a boat built almost entirely of recycled material. To sail across the Pacific from the US to Australia. He managed the crossing, despite some harsh weather, and judging from the media attention to his landfall in Sydney, he'll certainly achieve his goal of consciousness raising. Whether it will have any real impact on how we treat our oceans is impossible to judge today, one can only hope. His catamaran, Plastiki, incorporated tens of thousands of plastic bottles built into the hull as structural and flotation elements.

The boat has many other environmentally friendly adaptations, to wit, in the words of her creator: "The Plastiki was nothing if not ambitious. We wanted bicycles that would generate electricity, a hydroponic garden, water stills, vacuum de-salinators, a composting toilet, solar panels, wind turbines, regenerative electric propulsion, satellite communications and pretty much anything else that constituted an innovative sustainable “system”. She was to be a floating showroom of non-emitting futurist ideas that were simple, elegant and wholly attainable."

The Return of the Giant SquID

Heracles vs. the Hydra

Sea monsters were back in the news last week:

Whale dismasts yacht in South Africa

Octopus with cold resistant venom is discovered in antarctica

“Giant” jellyfish stings over 100 people in New Hampshire:

“A jellyfish the size of a TRASH CAN LID raised a posthumous ruckus yesterday, stinging up to 150 at a New Hampshire beach and sending five of those to the hospital. Beach officials had apparently tried to remove its carcass earlier, causing it to break up into pieces that floated through the water stinging swimmers. Officials responding to the scene found a pavilion and beach packed with children crying like they had been stung by a bee, says a firefighter.” --David Abram

Note the TRASH CAN reference, resonating our collective, posthumous Junk DNA. All these monsters broadcast on a chthonic frequency, the whale is Moby Dick and Monstro, while both the poisonous octopus and jellyfish resonate the Hydra:

The Lernaean Hydra was an ancient nameless serpent-like chthonic water beast (as its name evinces) that possessed seven heads — and for each head cut off it grew two more — and poisonous breath so virulent even her tracks were deadly.

The grand daddy of chthonic monsters is the giant squid or Kraken, and I was amazed when my mom tells me she’s reading 'The Highest Tide', a coming of age story about a 13 year old boy who discovers a giant squid washed up on a beach in Puget Sound! Hollywood uses the giant squid to great effect: J. J. Abrams envisioned a monstrous squid attacking New York in Cloverfield, and the avenging Romulan mining ship in Star Trek was decidedly squid like. The tripods in Steven Spielberg’s The War of the Worlds were basically three legged squid, including even the elongated head, two enormous eyes and the central, devouring orifice. The tripods are interesting also because they lied buried in the EARTH for perhaps millions of years... waiting. Buried in the subconscious?

In analytical psychology, the term chthonic was often used to describe the spirit of nature within, the unconscious EARTHLY impulses of the Self, one's material depths, but not necessarily with negative connotations. See anima and animus or shadow. In Man and His Symbols Carl G. Jung explains:

"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."

The Id resonating Iron Giant was also a giant weapon capable of massive destruction, but it acted only in self defense. Perhaps the Id is also acting in Self defense? The judo chop of the mind.

In the War of the Worlds, Tom Cruise plays Ray Ferrier - the “dragon slayer”. His wife was played by Australian Miranda Otto, who also played Éowyn, “Shield maiden of Rohan” in the LOTR trilogy. She was able to slay the dragon because she was “no man”. “No man” is the meaning of the latin “Nemo”, the captain of the Nautilus who also defeated the giant squID. In the Iron Giant, it was the captain of the Nautilus who targeted a nuke directly at the giant - the “giant Id”. Last week’s yacht destruction by the “right whale” carried the insignia of The Saint, who is Simon Templar. The Templars take their symbol, the red cross, from St. George, the dragon slayer. Coincidence? I think not!

Much as I admire the dragon slayers, I think it is time to stop cutting off heads, and come to some kind of terms - lower the shields. After all, we’re only cutting off our own right brain, and they say that two heads are better than one. The war on terror only creates more terror, our modern “St. George” proved that rather well. Instead of being No Men, maybe we can finally become Real Men: friends, and even protectors, of the Id.

NOTES:

There are some great synchs with The War of the Worlds - there were 3 movies released in the same year with the same title and subject. The number three resonates the trident, the time-traveling weapon of Shiva, AKA the destructive impulse of the Godhead.

Otto is a palindrome. A mirror of consciousness.

Miranda is a satellite of Uranus: Uranus is the sky god and first ruler.

Miranda is the name of a planet in the Firefly universe that was the home of the “Reavers”. The Reavers are animalistic, bloodthirsty killers, at least, according to myth.

A “Miranda Warning” is a warning that is required to be given by police in the United States to criminal suspects in police custody (or in a custodial situation) before they are interrogated to inform them about their constitutional rights.

The In-Synch-Erator

Dumpster Diving For Jesus

In The Iron Giant (see The Love Gun), Hogarth seeks “food and shelter” for the giant metal man, and he finds a JUNK YARD to be the ideal location.

In the myth of Kauhuhu, the Shark God of Molokai (see Double Rainbow), the guardian dragons instruct Kamalo to hide in the Taro peelings, which is the “GARBAGE DUMP” of a Hawaiian village.

In the Toxic Avenger (see I Heart the Monster), Toxie finds shelter in the local landfill, and he owes his super powers to “TOXIC WASTE”.

These connections would have gone pretty much unnoticed, except the garbage disposal went on the fritz this month, which shall now be called the In-Synch-Erator Event.

Island Tale’s wonderful graphic novelization of the Hawaiian myth shows the dragons twining around each other like snakes, creating the DNA double helix. Which gives us DNA dragons guarding... a junk pile. Dragons generally do have good taste in treasure, so I’m wondering what might be of value to these DNA Dragons, and I wonder if it isn’t our “Junk” DNA?

Junk, or noncoding DNA, makes up a whopping 98% of human DNA. Some say it contains the record of our ancestors, from bacteria on down the line. Is this the place where the gods live? Some kind of insanely compacted and “zipped” bio-logical hard drive? And is this perhaps the place that is accessed via dreaming and entheogenic plants? Somehow, our consciousness, while “unconscious” is able to read snippets of code, almost like a book, and these “trips” or “visions” are what fuels our myths, movies and fantasies. That’s why Kauhuhu, the “shark” god, can only be approached while rooting around in the “garbage”. That’s where he lives.

Sometimes I wonder if my DNA isn’t “God”. That’s how he’s both within and without. The code of the living universe, living inside my tiny cells. The bible is always going on about the “Inheritance” and perhaps that is literally the case - our inheritance is the wisdom contained inside our non-coding DNA!

It’s pretty fascinating how our own garbage, our own pollution, is what will probably kill us as a species. We are challenged by both internal and external “junk”. We’re learning how in nature there really is no garbage. One plants waste is another animals breath of life, and vice versa. And likewise, maybe so with our DNA. It may be that our own DNA scrap heap, our ancestral archetypes, are the key to our own future. Perhaps that is why we are here, to reclaim our subconscious garbage? Id recycling - Back to the Future!

NOTES:


The clowns are Seattle's J. P. Patches and his girlfriend Gertrude. He lives in the city dump.


It occurred to me that the non-coding DNA theory of God would explain why gene-splicing is pretty much the ultimate sin. As it was in the days of Noah...

VALIS Signals

My boat blogs are sending strange signals today...

Remember the “Flying Fish” meme? Here’s a sign from the crew on VALIS: "Swim like the wind".

And here’s a Southern Right Whale breaching ON a sailboat near Cape Town, South Africa, of recent World Cup fame. Did you know that the Right Whale was so named by whalers because it was the “right whale” to harpoon? Remember Tilikum, the Killer Whale who finally lived up to his name? It’s like Whales Gone Wild!

The aftermath:

The yacht’s name is Intrepid, which just happens to be my computer’s name. Being the Star Trek geek I am, I named it after the Intrepid class starship, but it is a double entendre because Intrepid is also the name of a famous America’s Cup defender.

Check out the sail: that’s the “walk like an Egyptian” logo from The Saint, you know... Simon Templar.