Paris is Burning

I know I've nearly lost my gay card lately, with so many articles that feature not a single bare nekkid glorious male. I thought this one was nice, and sort of synchs with Paris Hilton and the Magdalene's New Look. I like it!

Time For the Real Thing?

Var brought home some Classic Cola from Trader Joe’s this week, very unlike him considering his health nut disposition. Later I noticed the TIME stamp on the bottle, my totem number of 14:44.

Coke is Amanita red and white, and also features an S shaped logo. It used to be “The Real Thing”, though now, not so much. Paris Hilton got caught with some coke in her handbag this week. And today, Buffmuscles posts “Have a Coke...”

“Have a Coke” = “Have an entheogen experience”

I dunno... that comes with a lot of baggage. Last time was with Jeff Fairhall in 2004, the amanita tea. Jeff’s gone over the rainbow bridge, from “brain cancer”, AKA drinking way too much tea. A few years ago I almost ate some Panther Caps that were growing like candy in my sister’s yard, but I was told they were deadly poisonous, so didn’t do it. Entheogens aren’t just about ‘symbolic’ ego death anymore. Sometimes they can be the Real Thing.

But honestly, the signs are piling up. I’m thinking that maybe Being wants a powwow... it's time. Timing is everything. I could ask WWJD? but I already know the answer:

Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that if possible the hour might pass from him. "Abba" he said, "everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will." --Mark 14:35-36

Sigh. I wish I knew a cool shaman here in Seattle who could guide me through an Ayahuasca ritual. Anyone want to come to Seattle this fall? We have plenty of room, and the mushrooms practically grow on trees around here. I’m thinking... Equinox, Seattle (Sea Attle... Atlantis) Center, Emerald City, Space Needle, Lake Union, Fremont, tripods, Sci-Fi museum and EMP? Maybe it's time for a PNW Magical Mystery Tour.

Go Greased Lightning

I just had to post this picture of a vintage race car for sale today at Bring a Trailer (BaT).

It’s a 1965 Mercury Comet! You know, the Messenger of the Gods and his chariot, or the flaming wheel, or the Pentecostal flame or...

I see that it’s blue and has Cyclone printed on it. WWDD? What would Dorothy drive over the Rainbow Bridge? Also, it’s number 71, just one tick short of the “ruling number of the code” - 72.

While researching the Rainbow Bridge in regard to art, architecture, and especially music, one number in particular keeps making itself evident, 72! The number 72 is a sacred number in general, but according to Graham Hancock the number 72 is what he refers to as the “Ruling Number of the Code”. This number and dividends of it, have been found incorporated in ancient art and architecture around the world and is most likely symbolic of the Precession of the Equinox. This revelation proceeds at the rate of one degree every 72 years. A complete precessional cycle takes approximately 26,000 years, coming to a completion in 2012! -- Chad Stuemke

The hot rod (get it?) is for sale in Sacramento, CA.

This is all just pinging off of the latest by Alan at Happy Creatures and the gang at the Synch Whole, and Thuth at Conspiracy Grimoire. My head has been spinning all day. :-)

Tracking the Beast

When I posted this pick of Aleister Crowley last week, he was all dressed up in Pharaoh drag and a leopard skin pelt, synching with the 'Beast' and the 'Supercat' theme. Also last week were the Little America’s Cup CATamaran races in New York, with the boats featuring fabulous names like Canaan, Orion, Invictus and Aethon.

A few days ago I was reviewing the pics from my Google campus reconnaissance mission and I had discarded this one previously because there was a big SUV in the way, until I realized that it was an Acura (Masonic compass resonating) with a license plate that features three sixes and the mascot for Washington State University (Wazzoo) - a cougar/mountain lion - The Beast! It’s like the Beastmobile was parked at Google that day. Also recall that the campus is addressed 777, reminding me of...

Big cats prowl all over ancient religious iconography, including the Pharaohs, the Jews (King David, the Lion of Judah), and Dionysus.

Speaking of Big D, my gay blogs have been really pitching in this week, with Gods Amongst Men (ha!) writing a post titled Photoshop Beast that features my own personal Dionysus stand in, bodybuilder Armon Adibi, as a hairy, sexy beast. He even name drops a cat:

“...Tom Katt looked much like this during his very ripped furry stage.”

And then this adorable pic of a black cat being rescued by a sexy firefighter from Buffmuscles.

Being in August/Leo, I suppose all the cat synchs make perfect astrological sense. Putting my Jungian hat on, I’ll suppose that both the Beast and the Whore of Babylon are primitive and powerful archetypes of fertility/creation - symbols of a primal sexuality that go much deeper than romantic love. These are the ego destroying archetypes, and that is why they are so feared by we who live in the ego controlled world. If the Beast is released, it might just cause the end of the world as we know it.

Often times, I feel a bit like the cowardly lion, caged by my own fearful ego. What will it take I wonder, to release the Beast?

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 NUMEROLOGY NOTES:

Beastmobile file was named DSC00440.JPG by my camera.

The Buffmuscles fireman pic file name is 1h044.jpg

Obama is the 44th President, and is also a Leo.

First class stamps are 44 cents.

Gott Mit Uns

A Call for Religious Rebirth

“Something that is beyond man is happening,” Mr. Beck said in opening the event as the crowd thronged near the memorial grounds. “America today begins to turn back to God.”

He told the crowd that he had begun planning his march on Washington a year ago, thinking “it was supposed to be political.”

“And then I kind of feel like God dropped a giant sandbag on my head,” he said.

“My role, as I see it, is to wake America up to the backsliding of principles and values and most of all of God,” he said. “We are a country of God. As I look at the problems in our country, quite honestly, I think the hot breath of destruction is breathing on our necks and to fix it politically is a figure that I don’t see anywhere.”

Note: A much better post now without my own words to clutter it up.

Ballooning With Wizards

My book (or reality show) about Google becoming a sort of modern Oz - a global Artificial Intelligence puppet run from behind the scenes by a cabal of wiz-kid programmers has sort of veered off into woowoo land this week. See the previous post - Google Vision - where I use Aleister Crowley and his “non-corporeal” Aiwass as a sort of template for the Wizard of Oz that I extrapolate into a modern AI version, which would be called “The Beast”.

The day I posted that, Christopher at The Secret Sun posts this screen grab from ‘The Daily Beast’, which features the now infamous “Ground Zero Mosque” story and compares it to last year’s Balloon Boy story.

A few days ago Var and I are grabbing lunch at MOD Pizza, where they were displaying the usual local theater posters and I saw this pair on the wall together:

Synching theater/illusion, Oz and the Twin Towers together quite nicely. The 911 temple destruction ritual was very much an Oz-like, global theater kind of event, where we were hypnotized by the spectacle and meanwhile all kinds of crazy shit goes down behind the curtain!

Anyway, the 'ground zero mosque' (Cordoba Initiative) spokesman is named ‘Oz Sultan’ - and the whole story has a hoaxy, illusional, magician kind of vibe, since the Cordoba Initiative has no real financial backing, whatsoever. But it sure got the media all churned up, and New Yorkers were suddenly cast as the Jews who can’t stand to see a mosque sharing holy ground with the Temple Mount.

That site in Old Jerusalem is called the Dome of the Rock, and of course, the Third Temple (World Trade Center) was also built on a rock - Manhattan - New Jerusalem. Hey all you New Yorkers, you’re living on the Masonic St. Peters - the Holy of Holies! See the post Pilgrim’s Progress about my own trip to NYC and the stop at the Emerald City (art deco) resonating throne room of Oz: the palm-lined Winter Garden of the WFC.

So the “balloon boy” reference is justified, because the Wizard arrives and departs by balloon - hot air. 

The Hindenburg Omen

But this is where it gets weird, because gay author and bon vivant Tom Bacchus was writing today about gay porn stars who also moonlight as mainstream models in his post Brand Randy, and he shares this Yahoo pic depicting Wall St. traders, and the fellow on the right also appears in ‘Huge Bare Dicks 8’.

Meanwhile, the fellow on the left gives the classic "speak no evil", secret society sign. How perfect that it's the gay one who's on the phone. Secret... what secret?

And just what IS a ‘Hindenburg Omen’?

Another down day on Wall Street Thursday sent the Dow below 10,000 for the first time since early July. Fear in the market is being expressed by the continued rally in Treasuries and widespread chatter about an ominous sounding technical indicator: The Hindenburg Omen.

The Hindenburg Omen has a roughly 25% accuracy rate in predicting big market upheaval since 1987, meaning it's far from infallible but isn't inconsequential either. The indicator's creator, mathematician Jim Miekka, compares the Hindenburg Omen to a funnel cloud that precedes a tornado in a recent interview with The WSJ. "It doesn't mean [the market's] going to crash, but it's a high probability," he said.

Ah... a tornado, like what carried Dorothy to Oz. We all know that there are two ways to get to Oz: balloon or twister. Choose your ride, I'll see you there. Happy Landings.