Elvis Roma

Now they've discovered an image of Elvis 1800 years old - a Roman statuette:

"Antiquities specialist Georgiana Aitken added: 'It bears an uncanny likeness to Elvis Presley. It's the quiff that does it."

Elvis as Mithras... and is that the same thing as Jesus? Or not.

Looking for Andromeda

The capitals on top were in the shape of lilies. And so the work on the pillars was completed. --1 Kings 7:22

Michael Crichton's Andromeda Strain (1969) - is a techno-thriller novel documenting the efforts of a team of scientists investigating a deadly extraterrestrial microorganism which rapidly, fatally clots human blood. This novel established Michael Crichton as a best-selling genre author. Is that HAL on the cover?

7/17: 'O' "The Bee Keeper" posted his excellent graphic novel interpretation of 'Pollination', an erotic alien invasion story by Absman420, which imagines an Andromeda Strainish scenario of alien plant spores who set up shop in a man's testicles and form a symbiotic relationship that involves lots of sexy muscle growth. This following after The Little Shop of Miracles synch where I surmise that Audrey II represents Shiva/Jesus and the destruction of egocentric consciousness.

7/17 - 11:00 pm: I was hanging out late on the Kirkland waterfront with the last of the teenagers, watching the full moon rise. It was a beautiful night - warm, clear, a light breeze rippling the water. For some reason I thought to be there, like maybe the moon rays held an answer, down on the sand of the sea. I noted some plants at water's edge that reminded me of bullrushes. After a while I walked back to the car, and came upon a single white blossom on the lawn - trumpet shaped. I pick it up.

7/19: ADMIRE (homoerotic photo blog) begins with a Special Delivery Headline, and alternates pics of beautiful flowers with beautiful men.

FTD, the global floral delivery company, uses a wing-footed Hermes as its mascot - implying speedy delivery - of Gnosis. Gay men are called "pansies", and male florists are stereotypically gay. Hmmm.

7/20: I went back to the water's edge, by the light of day, and I noticed that those bullrushes were entwined with the vines of a white lily - Morning Glory. That must have been what crossed my path in the moonlight.

Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens. --Song of Solomon 2:2

The Morning Glory is a vine with heliotropic flowers that blooms in the morning and dies at night. In my neighborhood it's considered a noxious weed, and keeps coming back from the dead no matter what you do. It's most often found growing amongst blackberry bushes - the dangerously thorny, and tasty - maidens. The nearby Catholic church ball field is swarming with it, natch.

Consulting the Google, it turns out that Morning Glory contains a mysterious entheogen, called Tlitliltzin by the Aztecs, and was used during sacred ceremonies in pre-Columbian Mexico. Modern day entheogen daredevils are eating the seeds, but there are cautionary tales out there on the forums - a dangerous and potent drug for the uninitiated. Morning Glory comes in various synchopalpitating varieties: "heavenly blue", "pearly gates", and my personal favorite: "flying saucer".

Jesus calls himself the bright Morning Star in Revelations 22:16 (signifying Venus), and Morning Glory happens to be a five pointed "star" - synching with Audrey II, the glorified VENUS Flytrap. All alien invasion and devouring monster myths represent fear of "ego death", or as Jake Kotze puts it: alignment with Galactic Center - AKA The stargate from the left brain to right brain, the Corpus Callosum, the Bifrost Bridge, El Camino.

In Star Wars II 'Attack of the Clones' Jedi Knight Obi-Wan visits an "invisible" water or "storm" planet called Kamino, where obedient clones are manufactured by "angelic" aliens. Cloning represents the egocentric fear of loss of individuality and the illusion (Maya) of self determination. Perfectly, there's a restaurant named El Camino in Fremont, Seattle - the funky neighborhood that bills itself as "The Center of the Universe" and holds the Solstice Parade.

Morning Glory on Youtube brings up this handsome Apollo grinding coffee - from the infamous lonelygirl15 gang.

Last night, V insisted on showing me some Georgia O'Keeffe paintings (while on an entirely different subject) and I couldn't help but notice the Morning Glories that frequent her work.

Last but not least, an interesting yacht appeared at the Kirkland public dock just before the full moon - a gorgeous blue and silver Italian Apreamare (SURE to get my ADMIRING attention) with the intriguing name: "Looking 4 Andromeda". Which is, I think, the best tagline that I've ever found.

NOTES:

The word 'Tlitliltzin' reminds me of Superman's Myxlplyx and Rumplestilksin, entities that can only be banished by saying their true names - same as Beetlejuice. I wonder what happens if you say 'Tlitliltzin' three times? It also reminds me of Blitzen, one of Santa's reindeer, pulling his sled/boat across the sky.

There Be Dragons

Swanker's entry 120 at ADMIRE symbolically joins leather men and manhole covers - a classic pun noted here in Rosebud, as well as the synch that the stargate in Disney's 'Enchanted' is a Manhole in Times Square.

I was walking Oliver the terrier a few days ago when I spied this interesting work of art - a child's chalk (limestone) drawing of a great scaly dragon - devouring a manhole!

In the Shadow of Giants

And I stood upon the sand of the sea... --Rev 13:1

This is the most ancient hand drawn porn from the 'sacred' archives. I was 19, a freshman at school. He's a muscular blonde with the Big Fella hanging out at the beach. My bronze god.

Driving back to Kirkland from Hood Canal (and a nice dinner of steamed clams) after the fourth, I crossed over the Narrows Bridge (twin bridges), which was the beginning of last year's Double H Ranch synch. I decided to get off the highway after 'crossing over' from the Olympic (hah!) Peninsula to Tacoma to find a viewpoint from which to ponder this remarkable construct. Unfortunately, no easy turnoff was to be had, and I found myself on the road to Pt. Defiance Park, which I hadn't visited since college, so I decided to continue on. The park includes a marina down at the shore, and I drove down to have lunch and stretch my legs. I walked and walked, down the rows of yachts, until I found a large sailing catamaran tied to an end pier - the Helios.

Helios is the God of the sun, the Greek equivalent of the Egyptian Ra. Helios was the God worshipped in the island kingdom of Rhodes, which built an enormous bronze monument to him in 292 BC after being saved from a Greek invasion - the Colossus of Rhodes, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. The giant stood 33m tall, lifted a torch in the air, and was crowned with the rays of the sun.

To you, o Sun, the people of Dorian Rhodes set up this bronze statue reaching to Olympus, when they had pacified the waves of war and crowned their city with the spoils taken from the enemy. Not only over the seas but also on land did they kindle the lovely torch of freedom and independence. For to the descendants of Herakles belongs dominion over sea and land.

The similarity to the Colossus of Manhattan is obvious, especially to her modern makers, who strove to echo the giant in Rhodes, though veiling him/her in Isis drag. Seeing the Colossus unveiled, I see two pillars (and a third), the mighty legs of Helios planted in the sea, which reminds me of the Narrows Bridge, and the mighty H.
Herakles has some pillars of his own: the Pillars of Hercules in Gibraltar, source of many a synch over the past year, most revolving around the lost Madeleine.

The Pillars of Hercules was the phrase that was applied in Antiquity to the promontories that flank the entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar. The northern Pillar is the Rock of Gibraltar. A corresponding North African peak not being predominant, the identity of the southern Pillar has been disputed through history, with the two most likely candidates being Monte Hacho in Ceuta and Jebel Musa in Morocco.

"the pillars which Pindar calls the 'gates of Gades' when he asserts that they are the farthermost limits reached by Heracles." According to Plato's account, the lost realm of Atlantis was situated beyond the Pillars of Hercules.

The pillars as portals (stargates), to Atlantis, the Golden Age. Legend has Hercules and Atlas as rulers of Atlantis, from which I infer that the southern pillar represents Atlas. Two pair of pillars/legs standing in the sea - the double H.

In my lifetime, I've spent most of my vacation money pursuing the sun on some sandy tropical beach, as do millions. Seems to be instinctual for humans to haul ourselves out on the shore like a sunning seal colony.

The Gibraltar promontory is made of limestone, which is made of calcite crystals - the exoskeletons of countless hard shell marine organisms, ground into chalk. It seems that the legs of Hercules are made of seafood! Which brings me around to another mythical creature, Melusine, the siren, or bifurcated mermaid - the Merovingian Maiden. Thanks to Anadae for the reference.

Melusine agreed to become the wife of a mortal, which the bifurcated tail implies, thus circumventing "the mermaid problem". 'The Little Mermaid' is the Disney version of the Melusine tail, and given my love of fish and chips, the archetype seems to runs deep.
Hood Canal was famous for its Dungeness crabs before it became the Dead Sea, and my mother adopted the crab as her symbol of the beach, she has at least six crab glyphs at the cabin. The bounty was astounding (only male crabs are taken). Crabs resonate the octagon, and here is Cancer, from the ceiling of that old Mythraic cave - Grand Central Station.

Starbucks Coffee of Seattle is the current Melusine standard bearer, and Cancer like, it has slowly grown itself into every city of the world. I ponder why Melusine and "shade grown" coffee are now indelibly intertwined.

Back to the catamaran named Helios: a catamaran is a twin hulled vessel, planting two "legs" in the sea, powered by the sun (wind, the result of solar warmth).
Reminding me of our modern Atlas/Hercules - powered by the sun.

And this is where it gets kind of weird, because I was doing a bit of hotel research today, looking up where I had stayed in Santa Margherita, Italy, way back in the day as a designer visiting the Genoa Boat Show. Margherita means daisy, a heliotropic flower and near perfect glyph for the sun. I won't go down the daisy synch chain today, but it looks to be highly promising.

The list of hotels in Santa Margherita includes the Hotel Helios - HH. Aferrismoon has another hotel sync today.

Kirkland (Sunnydale North) is having a little festival this weekend - "Kirkland Uncorked" - a snooty wine tasting event, AKA a Bacchanal. It's an open air festival on the beach, and what should be tied to the end pier, but a big Sunseeker yacht.

The Gay Falcon

Sometimes I view “gay world” as if it was the cartoon network version of the real world. As above, so below. We have all the usual characters, except all the actors are men, so it’s like an olde Shakespearean play or Italian opera. And they always over act.

The one and only Anne Rice novel I ever read was ‘Cry to Heaven’, about Tonio Treschi (TT): high born Venetian heir who was kidnapped, castrated, and forced into the ranks of the ‘Castrati’ by the conniving of his disgraced elder brother/father who desired to replace him as the sole heir. Tonio as Osiris, and a nice re-imagining of the Enlil/Enki myth. Castrati played the roles of women in opera that forbade women to participate - another strange consequence of Catholic ideas about sex.

One thing I’ve learned over the years is that a man can play the part of a woman like nobody’s business, and vice versa. Judy Garland, is famous (besides going over the rainbow) for her black and white drag. A drag queen doing Judy Garland is like a man playing a woman playing a man.

A quick survey of gay porn house insignia (same as heraldic/sporting/nation state insignia) shows the same synchro-mystic themes popping up yet again.

Gay porn stars are "kept" ( like horses, footballers and movie stars) like chattel. We have this “Colt exclusive” or that “Hot House exclusive” model, who all fly the flag of their houses and fuck only house bro’s. It’s like I’m back in college, only more so. In Chronos order:

Flying the flag of Horus we have Falcon Studios, a long time champion.

A worthy competitor is Titan Media - which is nearly as ancient.

Colt has always fancied itself to be the high brow of the down low, with brands like 'Olympus' - home of the Gods.

There are many new gay porn houses on the circuit these days, too many to list, but I find two of particular interest:

Lucas Entertainment: Founded by Michael Lucas, AKA Andrei Treivas. Called “Gay Porn’s Neocon Kingpin”, the "Lion of Chelsea" and the "last of the New York porn moguls", He is also known for his outspoken views on Judaism and Islam and his criticism of drug use and unprotected sex in the gay community. Oy veh!

It’s easy for me to read too much into Lucas Entertainment titles like ‘Ray Star Bottom’ and ‘Rapture Inn’. The “rapture”, (root word “rape”), is the twisted darling of ‘End Times’ Christians, and it would appear only queers know what it actually means. But it begs the question, is Michael Lucas the George Lucas of gay porn? And what exactly would that mean?

Hot House Media, (HH) the house of my muse, Francesco D’Macho. A hot house is a green house, which is a carefully cultivated garden, an Eden, so to speak. This Eden chooses an orange sunburst diamond as it’s logo. Hmmm.

Combining Eden with the gay rainbow flag, we have strong syncs with Noah, the Flood, and by inference, the Golden Age of Atlantis. And what IS it about oranges? Our arch nemesis, Anita Bryant, pimped for oranges, for Pete's sake! I thought you'd never ask - I have a new theory:

The 1989 Michael Crichton novel Jurassic Park, features dinosaurs that were genetically altered so they could not produce lysine. This was supposed to prevent the cloned dinosaurs from leaving the park, forcing them to depend on lysine supplements provided by the park's veterinary staff. --wikipedia

The Eye of Raptor (Horus).

Like the dinosaurs in the park (garden) humans don’t have the ability to internally manufacture ascorbic acid, AKA Vitamin C. There are only three animals that cannot manufacture ascorbic acid in their livers - certain primates, fruit bats, and... guinea pigs! What's up with that? Maybe because we were designed that way, a sort of biological “leash” to keep us on the farm - Eden. Go too long without C, and you become a scurvy dog. Kinda like Star Trek's Jem'Hadar, who can’t go long without “white”.

Consulting the Google for “gay falcon” give up this interesting synch: 'The Gay Falcon', film, 1941.

The bold adventurer who's as smooth with the ladies as he's clever with crime!...Fiction's slickest super sleuth, created by Michael Arlen and portrayed by the star who thrilled you as "The Saint".

"The Saint" was Simon Templar, a thinly disguised Knight of the Order, played in the '60's TV series by Roger Moor. We have the Gay Falcon, Simon Templar and 007, all conflated, and perhaps Horus is the archetype they re-present.

See "The Falcon" solve the DOUBLE murder and diamond robbery that turned society upside down. Try and outguess the man who seems to know all the answers even before the questions are asked.

Indeed.

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SYNC NOTES:

Today is 7/17 ( an Osiris full moon) and tomorrow, Heath Ledger's Joker is unleashed on the world in The Dark Knight. Jack Nicholson's Joker asked Batman (Michael Keaton, Beetlejuice): "Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light?", which resulted in a flashback, and Bruce Wayne recalling the riddle from his parent's DOUBLE murder.

Last week in downtown Kirkland I spied a red Jeep Wrangler (used to own one, so they rez highly for me) license plate: Hawkeyez

Rome, If You Want To...

I was at a grocery store today with a big warning sign over the Roma tomatoes: "Unavailable until further notice, due to the Salmonella St. Paul scare - better safe than sorry". Roma means gypsies, those famous caravaners, and with the price of gas here in New Rome, roaming is certainly on the wane. Better get an Airstream - the Arizona Flagship.

Ship of the desert

Meanwhile, the Pope (old Rome) has finally admitted to landing in Darwin, synching nicely with the previous post.

Love the banana through the bagel hole.

The Ties That Bind

Ever since the Chevrolet/Darth Vader bow tie fighter connection of Crossfire by Jake Kotze, I’ve been keeping my eye on the tie.

Bow ties are associated with formal wear and ceremony (ritual), clowns (anti-ritual) nutty professors, Playboy bunny fem-bots, Chippendale dancer boy-bots, Jimmy Olsen and Charlie Chaplain. Charlie is famous for his penguin walk, and penguins are well known for their black and white formal attire, including the bow tie:

“That foul smelling bird”.

Wasp-waisted Orion (the Hunter) is often called the bow-tie constellation, and its connection to Osiris, the god with the detachable penis, is well noted. The red giant Betelgeuse is a member, which synchs me straight into Tim Burton’s 1988 romantic horror comedy: ‘Beetlejuice’.

Beetlejuice stars Michael Keaton in (black and white stripes) as Betelgeuse, the “bio-exorcist”, and Winona Rider plays Lydia, his teen-aged “betrothed”. Michael Keaton also donned the cape to play the Dark Knight in Tim Burton’s ‘Batman Returns’, where he battles the bow-tied penguin.

And here I have an interesting anecdote:

Last fall, my partner’s father (recently deceased) and third wife came for an infrequent visit, and the subject after dinner had turned to beetle juice - or rather... Carmine - the brilliant red food coloring derived from female cochineal beetles, used in Campari. When Nancy started chanting “Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!! Beetlejuice!!!” I suddenly knew we had crossed into the twilight zone, and that perhaps I should pay attention.

Carmine is sometimes called 'beetle blood', and this week saw our man in London Ben Fairhall synching up with John Lennon. I note that the Beatles - 1 (27 #1 singles) CD cover is brilliant carmine red.

Betelgeuse is a red giant, and here we have a red dwarf: Lester ‘Beetlejuice’ Green, the comic in ‘Beetlejuice has a red shirt, who me?’ with a golden ‘giant’ making the conspicuous horny handed power signal! Now we have red and green, and apparently Osiris is green all over, so it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas... in July.

Bobby Troup warns us “Don’t forget Winona” in ‘Route 66’ , and even though Wikipedia gives this intriguing bite...

Winona is the only town out of sequence in the list. It was a very small settlement east of Flagstaff, and might indeed have been forgotten if not for the song's lyric, "Don't forget Winona", written to rhyme with "Flagstaff, Arizona."

...we’ll save Winona and Route 66 for another post.

Oddly, hot man eye candy has been placed across my path this week that is conspicuously wearing either tight black and white, or solid red Under Amour (put a sexy guy in it, on it or next to it, and my attention is always riveted. I think the Universe knows that...) I’ve also seen two ‘salad’ green Lamborghini Murciélago’s in one week, which is sorta like finding two four leaf clovers for a car guy. The Murciélago’s father is the devil, Diablo, who’s father before that was the Countach, which means ‘Fuck’. Interesting lineage.

Lamb chop

I spent the fourth of July at my parent’s - Hood Canal, AKA the Dead Sea. The folks are inveterate tennis fans, so at the canal, the American birthday has always been conflated with “Breakfast at Wimbledon”. The elite and esoteric undercurrents of this game can hardly be underestimated. This year we were treated to the spectacle of Venus Williams triumphing over her sister Serena, bringing her Wimbledon count to FIVE stars! I almost felt like fuck... that was it, Venus had her five and Wimbledon can now sink into the earth!

5/11?

The men’s finals were delayed due to rain, and featured gorgeous Rafael Nadal of Spain vs. stunning Roger Federer of Germany. Tennis players have always been fine, but these two are amazing. I perked up when they entered the TIE breaker. “Sudden death”, with the black and white striped umpire deciding who lives and who dies.

It seems that the elite love nothing better than competition, especially when it’s all rigged - “insider trading”. America, being the Masonic Dream, exemplifies this “survival of the fittest”. The unholy trinity of Capitalist business, Denominational religion and Democratic government, all modeled on the iDeal of competition - winner take all.

The disease seeps into “reality” shows like Big Brother, with even the most elemental of cooperative arrangements reduced to bitter competition. The jungle as lifestyle, Darwin’s triumph. It makes me wonder what the elite would do if ever faced with some real competition, and would I even know?

I had to stop and ponder when my 17 year old nephew and his school (of the Little Shop of Miracles) competed in a national choral competition last June where they TIED for first place! And I recently found ‘Boat Race Muscle’, by Elysiumfields, an homoerotic fantasy that involves an Oxford-Cambridge crew race, in which the competitors finish in a TIE, and then all retire to the crew house for wild homo sex.

Maybe that’s why the generals don’t like the idea of queers in the army - they suspect that deep down, we’d rather fuck than fight. Damn! Armage-Wible-Don had to be called off, on account of lust! A ‘raining men’ delay. The ratings will suffer. Or maybe not.

And finally, Francesco D’Macho, all tied up. By his free will.