A Bridge Falls in Brooklyn

Slide 1 of 11 from the NYT

After reading enough Matthew Delooze, you begin to view the installation of new public art works with considerable suspicion. His recent article: A Little Bird Told Me... the Eagle Has Landed recounts some interesting esoteric symbolism circulating around the erection of various new public art works, sponsored by the BBC. The two he pointed out ('Breathing' near All Soul's Church in London, and 'Roman Standard' near The Oratory in Liverpool) are placed adjacent to much older monuments, and are installed with great public ritual and solemnity, which draws attention to the old monuments as well as the new ones - symbolic monumental “recharging” ceremonies.

These old temples seem more like batteries every day. They even run down and need recharging! By placing the new monumental art next to the old ones, the “respect” energy is refreshed, and the old gods eat well again. See R E S P E C T and F.A.B. for previous musings.

Allow me to give you a gospornographic illustration:

Temple of Worship

When I was a horny and sexually frustrated teenager, I’d make home made porn - drawings to stroke by. These little masterpieces (my “sex gods”) were given all the passion and respect a 14 year old boy could muster, which is quite a lot. But eventually the effect wears off, and the drawing would lose its power to excite me (for some reason holding the drawing upside down was able to “recharge” it for a few more good wanks) and I’d soon draw another one. The drawings would furtively collect under my bed, a sort of “museum” of Michael’s old “gods”. Lot’s of teen spunk and lots of worship energy in that little pile.

Multiply that energy by many billions for the grandest of public monuments, and we see why they might want a little refresher now and again.

Last week, (June 26) saw some major icon refurbishment in New York City:

‘Waterfalls’ Display Opens on Harbor

“New York City Waterfalls,” Olafur Eliasson’s $15.5 million quartet of temporary cascades dotting the New York Harbor, formally opened on Thursday morning with a ceremony at South Street Seaport and a publicity blitz by Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg, who criss-crossed four morning television programs to tout the installation.

Flanked by Mr. Eliasson, the mayor said at the opening ceremony — which began around 10:30 a.m., a half hour late — that the “Waterfalls” were a “symbol of the energy and vitality that we have been bringing back to our waterfront in all five boroughs.” --Sewell Chan, NYT

The most dramatic of the four is the one beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, which happens to be one of the city’s most powerful symbolic stargates! The cascade draws our attention (respect) back to the old bridge, and we’re able to see it in a new way, sort of like holding it upside down. The bridge is being “recharged”.

Interestingly, the word “energy” appears no less than 46 times in this article and the comments below. The companion piece in the Art & Design section is entitled ‘Cascades Sing the City Energetic’, conjuring Whitman’s “body electric”. Indeed.

“The New York City Waterfalls” is also one of the largest works of art, public or otherwise, of our modern era. (Let’s not get in a shouting match with ancient civilizations, where autocratic rule made all sorts of things possible.) --Roberta Smith, NYT

Droll Roberta, very droll.

Point of Know Return

Stop the Invasion

Kirkland is being invaded, and it's happening right under my nose - in plain sight! Star gates, grails, saucers and other consciousness raising devices are springing up like mushrooms - a bumper crop this year. Grail seeking is a bit like a mushrooming; you have to know what you’re looking for, do your research, and of course, be discriminating.

Starting in the beginning, this is our oldest building, called the Peter Kirk Building, after our founder. Kirk = church, and Peter is the rock upon which it was founded. The cupola over the entry is obviously a thinly disguised rocket ship/vehicle of ascension - a steampunk Tower of Babel. Directly across the side street of the PKB is the discrete doorway to the Kirkland Masonic Center.

A block from the Peter Kirk Building is Waverly Park, on the grounds of a former school. All that remains of the school is this impressive entry portal/gate, synching again with Peter, the gatekeeper. I can’t help but think of a certain Battlestar Galactica episode every time I walk through this gate, half expecting to walk into the school as it was 80 years ago. Instead, I walk onto a grass playing field hosting a serious game of Ultimate FRISBEE.

Halfway between Waverly Park and PKB is this monolithic “white house”. It was built in the 60’s, and is perhaps the purest modern structure in Kirkland (the land of the Craftsman mini-mansion). In plan it forms a perfect triangle, and sits on an odd triangular slice of land. It’s always been a private dwelling, and is always immaculately painted. The style of the grounds (a severe green lawn, not one flower) has never varied, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person come or go. My mysterious white monolithic slice of pi.

Down the hill from Waverly Park is the Kirkland waterfront and Marina Park. No messing around with names in Kirkland, Marina Park has a small public marina, and as luck has it, a ship of the Argosy line docks there.

Marina Park has two built structures; the octagonal toilets and the hexagonal gazebo, which happens to be built on a shallow rock. The gazebo is a common site for ceremonies and other energy creating/robbing rituals. To be double sure, we have an eight pointed star inside a six pointed one at the park’s entry, nicely crafted.

Marina Park also has a boat ramp, and this is where I first found out about the invasion: a poster alerting citizens to the alien zebra mussel threat! (See Z is for Zebra at The Blob). Maybe I should enlist in the Army Corps of Engineers to help. I fear it may already be too late.

A few months ago my partner brought home a new kitchen light from the Home Depot clearance aisle, and last week we finally found an electrician who works for bud to install it, along with five small recessed lights called “cans”. You’ll note the central light is shaped like the holy donut: a TORUS. The “cans” are brand name HALO, so we have five cups/angels circling the mother ship. The cans are incandescent, emitting a warm, sunlike yellow light, but the mother ship is fluorescent, glowing with a distinctive tint of GREEN.

Note: Ceiling awaits proper repair and painting.

In Just Seven Days...

I can make you a man.

Tell us about it, Janet. Let's open the stargate... again.

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What if star gate opening instructions were posted on the internet, for all to see. "It's just a jump to the left..."

As It Was In the Days of Noah Pt. 2

I made a trip to Blockbuster last week looking for Bond - Roger Moore Bond. As luck would have it, Moonraker was the only Roger Moore movie available - hardly my favorite. But I grabbed it anyway, Roger at his worst is still better than Pierce. Funny thing is, it became obvious that Moonraker followed exactly the same plot as Sky Captain. How odd.

Every Bond movie begins with this quick gunshot at the eye of Horus. Why does Horus need to be killed? And why is he "me"?

Hugo Drax (Michael Londsdale) oddly resembling James Mason’s Captain Nemo, is a fabulously wealthy industrialist obsessed with the conquest of space. His company - Drax Industries - builds the Moonraker space shuttle. The bible doesn’t say if Noah was chairman and CEO of Noah Industries, but it doesn’t say he wasn’t.

Drax lives in a fabulous French Chateau in California, from which he directs and funds an astronaut training program (a thinly veiled eugenics operation) to create genetically perfect individuals for his new world in space, and it turns out, to repopulate the (soon to be decimated) earth.

These are the generations of Noah: Noah was a just man and perfect in his generations, and Noah walked with God. --Genesis 6:9

Christian nutters say that the "giants" begotten by the angels (Nephilim), were their genetic experiments and "children", back in the day of Noah. Alien cross-breeding is a major feature of modern day alien abduction mythology - Agent Scully duly noted.

How interesting that we have a giant in Moonraker: "Jaws". Jaws (played by seven foot Richard Kiel), eventually sides with James, once he figures out that Noah isn't cool with his seed, or his new girlfriend.

So we don’t forget, this is a Masonic tableau, note the “playing field”.

James follows the leads to a glass blowing shop (and twin towers) in Venice , with an interesting hexagonal logo:

As it turns out, this glass blowing studio is a front for Drax’s nerve gas production lab. The gas (which effects only humans), is injected into hexagonal cylinders, and then placed into globes encased within a hexagonal ring. Drax is seriously into hexagons.

Meanwhile, back on the canals, Bond is being ferried around in his black and gold sea chariot when he’s attacked by a funeral procession (a frequent Bond motif). Thanks to his usual technological advantage, he escapes the grim reaper - this time via a gondola/hovercraft complete with Masonic stripes. Later, Bond is seen skulking about the canals in the same gondola. He docks, and then tosses his gondolier’s hat atop a sea horse. For some horses for courses, read C Horses.

After the lab in Venice, Bond follows the trail to Rio, via some well marked boxes. In Rio, Bond visits the secret lair of British Intelligence: a "Catholic" monastery.

While there, he walks in on some brothers in “meditation”: a pair of warrior monks - Latter Day Knights Templar? So there is no doubt, remember Sean Connery played William of Baskerville, the Franciscan friar in 'The Name of the Rose', by the sly grail echo, Umberto Eco.

James follows the clues north, to a remote Amazonian tributary. He discovers Drax’s earthly, pyramidal headquarters, from which he is launching a squadron of Moonrakers. He follows a white robed Circe across a subterranean river into a pre-Columbian, post-Modern realm.

He soon meets more of Drax’s perfected genome, and Drax himself. He's then cast into a pool to be eaten by a large reptile. James is frequently the Crocodile Huntee, see Jake Kotze’s recent post Gemini about all consuming crocodiles.

James and CIA agent Dr. Holly Goodhead skulk about the complex, and they happen across this crazy box on its stage/alter, that is ignored and left totally unexplained. I gotta ask, why/how does Drax/Noah have the Ark of the Covenant stashed in his pyramid?

All Bond villains have their personnel conveyers, and Drax is no exception. I love this shot, it’s straight out of Josie and the Pussycats.

After all that, James and the good doctor hijack a Moonraker to Drax’s secret space lair, which resembles a shining sword of Damocles at first glance, but is in fact a cloaked space station, AKA the death star, VALIS. I have to admit the idea of a cloaked satellite is interesting. Maybe the satellite is actually hiding in plain site, but cloaked in myth. The moon hits my eye like a big pizza pie...

NOTES:

Richard Kiel acted in an unaired TV-pilot featuring Lee Falk's superhero The Phantom, where Kiel played an assassin called "Big Mike", who was hired to kill the title hero.

Roger Moore rose to Bond prominence playing Simon Templar in 'The Saint'. Is it just me, or does the Saint walk like an Egyptian? Isis/Liberty is a nice touch at the end.

As It Was In the Days of Noah

As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. --Matthew 24:37

I rented 'Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow'... again. I’ve seen it four times. Something (everything) about this movie fascinates me: the 40’s film noir, the giant robots, Manhattan, Jude Law. Sky Captain takes place in an imaginary past/future, something close enough to the collective imaginary past to seem virtually historical, but with the gorgeous opening scene of the Hindenburg III docking to the mooring mast of the Empire State Building, it clearly, is not. For background on the Hindenburg, see The Hindenburg Star Gate Ritual.

The plot revolves around a mad scientist’s (Totenkopf) plans to build a giant spaceship, collect flora and fauna two by two, shoot them safely into space, and then destroy the earth below. Noah the Super Villain. As I watched, I had the feeling that this really WAS the story of Noah, or at least a version of it. This version has Manhattan playing corrupt Atlantis at the close of the Golden Age. Hmmm... the shoe does seem to fit.

In the first seven minutes we see the Hindenburg III (a stargate image evoking the three ages: Gods, Heroes and Man), the Brooklyn Bridge, the Masonic Temple of the Sun, a fly over of Hermes, Isaac Newton’s ‘Mathematical Principles of Modern Philosophy’, and a screening of The Wizard of Oz at Radio City Music Hall! It's a synchropalooza.

Noah as the genocidal egomaniac who destroys the earth is a considerable biblical revision, but one that Hollywood presents with regularity, as we will see in the next episode. I admit to a fascination with the subject. What really DID happen back then, in the time before history? I have a feeling we’re about to find out. The World of Tomorrow, same as it ever was.

The face of Noah/the Wizard/Lawrence Olivier.

The ark departs, storms a brewin'.

An angel of death carrying the Sword of Damocles rides the rocket.

Angelina plays "Frankie" Cook... an angel of rescue. The angels always speak with British public school accents.

What happened to the right eye, Frankie?

The Fruits and Nuts Section

My partner came home from shopping at Trader Joe’s this evening with an interesting story. He’d been perusing the cheap wine when a stranger approached him and asked “Have you been following what’s going on?” And without further ado, launched into conversation about the global elite, NWO, alien technology, current events, secret bases and detention centers, etc. He said “I feel like I’m talking to my partner!” I still don’t know how I feel about that. ;-)

She was middle aged, dressed well (in black), and appeared fairly “normal” except for the subject of the conversation and her eye makeup: a heavy horizontal black line, above and below each eye. He said they talked for about 20 minutes in the middle of this very busy market, and he asked her, “why me?” She didn’t know, she just felt compelled to go talk to him.

He ran into her again at the checkout line - she was pushing an empty cart. She said she had decided not to get anything after all, and left.

WTF?

Without Form and Void

Religion is a story the left brain tells to the right brain.

In 1996, neuroscientist Jill Bolte Taylor (lighting’s tailor?) suffered a debilitating stroke that also acted as a doorway into another perceptual world - a stairway to heaven. She’s one of the rare scientists who’ve experienced the other side and returned to tell the tale. Her book, ‘My Stroke of Insight’, was featured in a recent NYT article.

Most religious visionaries are, well... religious, so their interpretations are necessarily cloaked in heavy religious garb. Jill - being the strict Puritan scientist - doesn’t wear the fancy shaman drag. Being the ecstatic poet type myself, I’d call her experience an ”ego death“, or an ”anointing of the Holy Spirit“. She just calls it a stroke. But call it what she wants, the experience has had the same effect on her as it has had on so many before her: changed her life and now she’s on Oprah ”witnessing“ to others.

In her talk, Jill describes what it’s like to be cast loose from the anchor of the left (rational, analytic, contextual, judging) brain. Where does consciousness go when its usual left brain home is under attack? To the right brain... across the great divide, the river, the chasm: to the Other Side.

Jill describes an experience of transcendent power and growth as being like a genie let loose of her bottle. ”A whale swimming through an ocean of ecstasy“. Nirvana. The creative right brain let loose of the left, the ”feminine“ loosed of her ”masculine“ master. The left brain is the Ego: ”I Am“. The right brain is everything else: Universe.

I’m wondering if the division between left and right brain might be the key to all of this. Left hand/right hand path; good/evil; black/white; male/female; Kansas/Oz; Heaven/Earth. This ever present duality of experience is echoed once again in the split nature of the human brain, the computer that perceives the duality. Hmmmm.

And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. --Genesis 1:2

Every religion/belief system is a creation of the left brain - the storyteller. Maybe it’s the left brain’s attempt at describing it’s perfect twin: the right brain. Every attempt is doomed to failure, because logic, language, every skill of the left brain (The Tree of Knowledge), is an incomplete and corrupted vessel in which to ferry the perfection of right brain being - the Divine Feminine. In a way, the left brain is always the lier, always the Devil - even with the best of intentions. It can’t help but make a sin of commission or omission when describing the complete and awesome perfection of the right.

I think it knows it’s doomed but it can’t help but try, being forever bewitched by the image in the magic mirror - through the looking glass.

Maybe the divine consort is male. The right, female brain, is the source of all power and light, and is thus sought after by many suiters. Many suiters would rape or subdue her, but only one is her true husband. The one who loves her for her virtue, not for her power. In other words, the one who would NOT turn her into the scarlet woman, AKA Jezebel/Magdalene.

In I Dream of Jeannie, Tony Nelson was the ancient astronaut who knew the power of the Jinn. Jeannie desired only to serve her master. In this case, the master didn’t much appreciate what he had, much like Darren never appreciated Samantha. That is of course exactly WHY these beauties loved their masters, and why they chose to submit to them and their silly bourgeois aspirations. These men desired them for their charms - not their god-like power.

In Disney’s Aladdin, the excruciatingly queer Jafar is pictured scheming and plotting for the hand of Jasmine, AKA ”The ultimate power of the universe!!!“ He knows the power of the divine feminine, and his "love" is only the love of a gold digger. Jafar is a classic alchemist/magician, a Wormtongue.

Gay muscle growth fiction revolves around the idea of a man growing immensely huge and powerful, blown up as if by magic... like a Jinn. The growth is all male (giant muscle and cock) but in order to GET the growth, an action is required of a symbolically feminine nature: the guy has to suck cock or get fucked to receive the gift! The man has to symbolically become a woman - the male made female. I think this gay male sexual fantasy is seriously tied in to all of this.

While Jill was experiencing her right brain/Nirvana, she experienced extreme difficulty functioning in the material world. She couldn’t speak, read, understand language, symbols or even the idea of time passing. Using a telephone to call for help was an excruciating experience.

She was an idiot savant, a deaf mute, a Helen Keller. In other words, the creative right brain needs the left brain to create order. Order out of chaos. An orderer needs to be master, and at the same time, should understand it is only the servant of a much greater power. A cosmic paradox - husband and wife - Mars and Venus. I know many husbands who refer to their wives as SWMBO - "She who must be obeyed".

It seems to me that we have the War of Heaven going on right between our ears: Enki vs. Enlil, Satan vs. Jesus, Troy vs. Sparta. This is NOT the war between the right lobe and the left, because the right lobe doesn’t war. It only loves. All war comes from the left lobe, and it is the competing I Ams, (males, memes, suiters), that are at war. In the end, only one can survive - only one sperm wins the whole egg. "Co-create" my ass.

We sperms may fantasize that the race is won by the swift or the bold, but I think it is the egg who decides. Who is the suitor who pleases her most? Jesus? Buddha? OO7? Or maybe you?

Video: How It Feels to Have a Stroke.