Rudolph Saves

When Var first came out, his loving family figured that his homosexuality was a product of low self esteem, which was why he was made to undergo a nose job at the tender age of 16. Apparently he had quite the proud schnoz before, but now his nose is pretty much perfect, neither too big or too small and Roman straight. His doctor did good work.

It didn’t cure him (thank God). But that story has made me think about our most prominent of facial features. If you could choose one biological feature that we are generally most dissatisfied with it would be the nose (at least, features above the belt). Hell, the entire plastic surgery industry was essentially launched by the Nose Job - the face that launched a thousand snips. And since this is Gosporn, I sort of wonder if the nose might represent a phallus?

So... yea. Which brings me around to Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer. You know, the one who saved Christmas:

Rudolph with your "nose" so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?

So even great Santa/Saturn, the giver of all good gifts, is basically stuck in a snow storm until/unless Rudolph shines his red light saber so bright. Even Santa can beg. I'm kind of loving this Luxology image, with Rudolph playing the part of R2D2.

It would appear that we are caught in a subconscious blizzard - a white out fog. I guess I’m just sayin’... shine your fleshlight. Be Rudolph, the Rude Elf. Let's make this a Christmas to re-member.

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 NOTES:

Var’s doctor? Yep, the same as Mark Hamill’s.

I’d love to get a tarot reading of the film Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Anyone?

Lambert the Sheepish Lion. Lambert wasn’t invited to join in any reindeer games, either. Still saved their asses.

Dark Side of the Moon

I’ve always been intrigued that the gay “uniform” is Levi’s 501 Jeans (Levite blue genes), the same as the miner 49ers. Levi Strauss grew rich supplying sundries during the 1849 California Gold Rush, though the gays in San Francisco didn’t much care about the history, all they knew was that 501’s made your ass and your basket look sexy as hell.

Horus, you little Beetle

Remove the 0 from 501 gives us 51, or 3x17, the number of Osiris (thanks to Alan Green at the Happy Creatures for that little nugget), the dismembered or forgotten God. Isis never did find her husband’s phallus, so she fashioned a golden substitute, which shows that both miners and gay men were digging for “gold”, though each in their own way.

I’ve always used cars as symbolic grails and old race cars are a sync gold mine. On December 15th, Bring a Trailer (BaT) served up a 1971 (71 being the mirror of 17) race car, no. 51, named The Iron Rod:

And he shall rule them with a ROD OF IRON; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to shivers: even as I received of my Father. --Revelation 2:27

And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a ROD OF IRON: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne. --Revelation 12:5

And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a ROD OF IRON: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. --Revelation 19:15

I can feel my cock, hard as a fucking IRON ROD, jerking, hard, shooting a load that feels like it's going on forever. --FanTCMan

Which pretty much blew my mind, but next day BaT(man) served up THIS one, a Morgan 4/4 Roadster, number 144!

From Revelations 7 (of course):

Then I heard the number of those who were sealed: 144,000 from all the tribes of Israel.

Which has 14 (the re-membered Osiris) and 44 (The Mysterious Stranger, Donald Duck, Double D vita-Min) encoded within. 144,000 is 12,000 x the 12 tribes of Judah, and well wouldn’t you know it, the upcoming Winter Solstice Lunar Eclipse lands on 12.21, 21 being the mirror image of 12.

And by Jove, that 21 looks familiar:

This eclipse will be Double Dark, with both the sun AND the moon going out all at once. I suppose it’s always darkest before the Golden Dawn.

Jesus H. Crowley! I almost feel like someone should go sit in a black pyramid at midnight during the eclipse! I’ll bet you dollars to donuts the Louvre and the Luxor are booked on 12.21 with a few interesting “private functions”. As for me, I think I’ll just fly my rainbow flag: a little gay cheer on the dark side of the moon death star.

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 NOTES:

The Golden Dawn cocktail, winner ICC London, 1930. Made with Bombay Blue Saphire Gin.

San Francisco gay men were called “clones” because they all dressed alike - 501’s and a plaid flannel shirt. I note that yesterday the “Republic” repealed ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’, which means it finally got it's “clone army”.

It's a Trap!

Like Agent K from Men in Black, I sometimes check out the tabloids for the real news of the day. I got a doozy this morning, with TIME asking us “Do You Want to Know a Secret?” showing Julian Assange being censored by the flag, and just above it was Outside magazine: “James Franco Cut My Arm Off!”. Both the severed hand and the covered mouth are all over the Sync Whole this month, so of course now I’m seeing them everywhere. This post is just pinging off their amazing work.

Sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand

The most famous severed hand in the galaxy belongs to Luke Skywalker, who lost it by falling into a trap. Note the Double Crosses showing on the Outside magazine cover.

Supporters of Wikileaks have conducted a hacking campaign against VISA, Amazon and other corporations perceived as enemies. Their weapon is called LOIC, or Low-Orbit Ion Cannon. This is a very nerdy reference to the ion cannon that the rebel base on Hoth (Thoth) uses against the Imperial Fleet in The Empire Strikes Back - the film where Luke loses his hand. Considering all the Falcon/Horus symbolism in Star Wars, perhaps it should be called the Eye On Cannon, or the Aeon Cannon, as in Aeon of Horus (Millennium Falcon). I note you download the app from ‘Sourceforge Faggots’ and you have to UnZIP before you can use it. Sounds like either an episode from Naked Justice or a chapter from Crowley's The Book of the Law.

The TIME cover is pretty close to the poster for The People vs. Larry Flynt, starring Woody Harrelson. Some have noted that Wikileaks and Julian Assange aren’t necessarily what they appear, that perhaps TIME has carefully managed the meme from the start.

I’m currently reading Mark Twain’s ‘A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court’. It's fascinating that the Yank (or Wank) decides to blow up Merlin's Tower (WTC) and he does it by secretly placing charges within the structure, though he publicly puts on a great show of magic and incantations to wow the locals with his mad wizard skills. He relies upon a LIGHTNING ROD to light the fuse. Hmmm... a FLINT is also used to light a fuse, and I suppose faggots are always good for starting a fire. Besides, isn't homosex "the love that dare not say it's name"? I'd say the duct tape is torn off by now.

When our hero first appears in Camelot, he makes his name by predicting a solar eclipse, which happens to occur on the same day he is to be burned at the stake. He threatens to extinguish the sun for all time if he is not released, and well, the natives were properly impressed.

This event actually happened with Christopher Columbus, who used his foreknowledge of a lunar eclipse to terrify/pacify the disgruntled natives in 1504. I note that a lunar eclipse is forthcoming on 12/21/10, we shall see what the magicians have in store.

127 Hours until Orion Time?

The Syncsters have also brilliantly noted the hourglass theme running through the media at the moment, synching it with the witch’s hourglass in the Wizard of Oz. Like Luke, Dorothy also falls into a trap. It would seem that TIME is almost up for Dorothy. Where ARE those friends of Dorothy when she needs them?

Agent Zero

Var and I were walking the dogs a few days ago when this woman drives by us in her Florida licensed sedan, and Var says “That woman looked exactly like... you know, that actress from the Golden Girls... Beatrice Arthur, Arthur Beatrice, what was her name?” I look at him and yell “Bea Arthur!” and then more quietly, “everyone called her Bea”.

Be Arthur?

Last week we saw Prince William Arthur Philip Louis (how many sun god names can we shoe horn in there?) announce his engagement to Kate (of course it’s Kate. It’s like the Importance of Being Ernest, only it’s important to be Katherine.) Already being called the “fairytale wedding”.

Last week I was also invited to a “round table” discussion on matters not related to homo-synchromysticism. I said "sure, as long as I can be Lancelot". My inviter emailed back: “may the best sword win”. :-) Also that week, there was another “round table” discussion of synchro-magicians, here. Meanwhile, I’m also reading ‘A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court’, which naturally includes time travel in the remix.

Everything is starting to take on a medieval, fairytale cast. I’ve been musing about Red Riding Hood because she (actually, "he" in this case) showed up at the Evolution Archives of homoerotic science/fantasy fiction last month. Boom, Red shows up big time on the Synch Whole. I figure Red riding the wolf = Scarlet Woman riding the Beast or Jake Scully riding the red dragon. All the same.

Along side all that live some really strong Z and ZZ synchs, which I take to mean the “dream time” or the awakening of the Dreaming Mind, or something along those lines. Also the aleph and the omega. And along side all that is the Zero. I’ve been drawn to Jzero, the character in Cat Steven’s Numbers:

The idea shaped into a fantastic, spiritual musical set on the planet Polygor. In the story, there is a castle with a number machine. This machine exists to fulfill the sole purpose of the planet: to disperse numbers to the rest of the universe—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 (but notably, not 0). The nine inhabitants of Polygor, called "Polygons", are Monad, Dupey, Trezlar, Cubis, Qizlo, Hexidor, Septo, Octav, and Novim. As the last lines of the book say, they "followed a life of routine that had existed for as long as any could remember. ... It was, therefore, all the more shocking when on an ordinary day things first started to go wrong." The change takes the form of Jzero, who comes from nowhere as a slave and eventually confuses everybody with his simple truth.

Recall that Cat Stevens converted to Islam at the height of his fame in 1977 and changed his name to Yusuf Islam. And it was the Islamic Moors who re-introduced the concept of 0 or “no thing” back into Europe.

Today we were walking the dogs and they happened to be sniffing around a discarded bottle of Vitaminwater Zero. Which is touted as an “energy drink”, and perhaps all the crazy coffee + circumpunct synchs line up there too (and check out the Happy Creatures for this Starbucks, time warp synch). Caffeine is a source of energy, and as we all know, energy really IS king. Google zero + energy gives us zero point energy, aka the holy grail!

I suppose 911 was the modern “Dr. Manhattan Project” ritual, complete with a Ground Zero.

I’ve long considered that accessing zero point energy would be more of a psycho-sexual project than anything accomplished with ginormous machines. I mean, it would have to be, wouldn’t it? Can’t even get close unless you’re “turned on”. That’s why all the religions forbid sex except under strict guidelines and keep it all somehow tinged with guilt and fear. We’ve been told that God is love and he/she’s all powerful, so where’s the Power of Love? Let's go back to the future and ask Huey Lewis:



I have this idea for a novel that certain royals or the "elite"came into possession of a photograph from the future, like Marty McFly had in 1955, and in 1855. It’s a pic from the Undersea Dance, or ball, or wedding feast, and well... they're not there. Or maybe they are, but only as names upon tombstones. And they’ve been trying to make that picture not come true. As the date the snapshot was taken draws ever closer, they become ever more desperate. They instigate bio-scanning, tracking, chipping, 24-7 monitoring, using the "terrorist" canard as the excuse, but the real reason is that they're fucking terrified of what that little photograph means.

Scott Pilgrim is such a nobody

Makes me wonder. Maybe the Nine fear Agent Zero - the Power of Love made manifest. (Thanks to Eleleth at Kosmos Idikos for the pic). Lads, draw your blades...

Snooze Alarm

Wake Up Juice

I guess it was all just a dream. Go back to sleep.