Upside Down

Artist Ross Watson depicts gay porn icon Francois Sagat as St. Peter:

"I was motivated by the Vatican's position on homosexuality, and its ban on condom use, to create a painting which references Caravaggio's ‘Crucifiction of St Peter', and features French gay porn icon, Francois Sagat."

"Francois Sagat continues to play a valuable role in the area of HIV/AIDS prevention and education. I wanted to acknowledge that in the painting, whilst tying it to the Vatican," comments Watson. "In contrast, the Vatican uses its status in the UN General Assembly to obstruct the promotion of condoms as protection against HIV/AIDS, and sexuality education in school curricular."

"Some will regard the painting as provocative, but I don't believe it is in contrast to the Vatican's position on these issues. The Pope's 2nd in charge recently claimed homosexuality and pedophelia are linked. That enraged me. It seems just and deserving to depict Francois Sagat as a contemporary saint, given he is helping to save lives, rather than contributing to causing illness and deaths for millions."

Hat tip to Unnatural Devotions.
Synch hat trick by Sean at Buff Muscles, who's latest post "Upsy Daisy" features an upside down gymnast, and is also featuring NEW erotic stories by... Peter!

The Gosporn on Happy Creatures

My first podcast interview! Hopefully not the last. I had a great time tonight being interviewed at Look at All The Happy Creatures. We talked about the Illuminati, the epic fall of the Catholic Church, 911, Masonic control of religion, entheogens and the formation of egoic consciousness, how to interpret the Holy Bible, sex, spirituality and the Secret Gay Agenda!

Thanks again for the opportunity to talk and share.

Aliens Will Be Just Like Us, Only Worse

LONDON (AFP) – Aliens may exist but mankind should avoid contact with them as the consequences could be devastating, British scientist Stephen Hawking warned Sunday.

"If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as when Columbus landed in America, which didn't turn out well for the Native Americans," said the astrophysicist in a new television series, according to British media reports.

The programmes depict an imagined universe featuring alien life forms in huge spaceships on the hunt for resources after draining their own planet dry.

"Such advanced aliens would perhaps become nomads, looking to conquer and colonise whatever planets they can reach," warned Hawking. --Yahoo News

The doomsday scenario is suggested in the series "Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking" on the Discovery Channel, which began airing in the United States on Sunday.

So the world’s most infamous colonialists envision an alien colonial takeover. Gotta love how we so consistently project our darker side onto the alien. Almost as if our subconscious guilt creates a worst nightmare scenario and reflects it back.

Art by Brad Parker.

Vulcan Scientists Say...

 Apparently Iceland’s great fart in the general direction of Europe has got the NYT thinking about transportation alternatives in this article: The New Age of Travel: Blimps and Beyond. It includes this amazing 3D visualization from Seymourpowell Aircruise - a luxury pyramid/diamond that is proposed to somehow make it from NYC to London in 37 hours, despite no visible means of propulsion beyond wishful thinking - and by wishful thinking I mean STOLEN ALIEN TECHNOLOGY!?

The interior design is somewhere between Star Trek’s Ten-Forward and alien Catholic church, reinforced by the "tubular bellsish" audio. We see the craft landing on a docking tower, and hovering over similar towers in various cities around the world. The Empire State building was originally designed as a Zeppelin dock, and some have mused that the ancient pyramids were built for a similar purpose.

This presentation is sponsored by Samsung, a Korean company. Here's the Korean docking tower, all ready to go.

V is for Volcano

“It was the last wish of the Icelandic economy that its ashes be spread over Europe”

As Northern Europe cancelled 17,000 flights a DAY last weekend, I idly wondered how much this Icelandic ash cloud is daily costing Europe... in Euros and cents. Not that I really care but it’s gotta be an enormous amount. I almost weep for Sir Richard Branson!

You may know that Iceland’s economy was ruined in late 2008 via neo-liberal banking shenanigans, slung into global debtor’s prison and threw away the key they did, to the tune of $5.4 billion in debt. That’s $17,003.00 per every Icelander - man, woman and child. This was the same shit pulled on Wall St., where loses due to spectacular collapses of banking PYRAMID schemes were promptly “off-shored” to the citizens.

The UK government and banks were implicated in the fraud, and I see that the angry cloud hits hardest on the British Isles. I’ve noted before how the British Isles are one (of many) Atlantis resonators, with some esotericists believing the Emerald Isles containing the last remnant of an “angelic” Atlantean Race. Atlantis, as we recall, was destroyed via some disaster due to its own arrogance, and it is difficult to find a better word than “arrogant” to describe the attitude of an investment “bankster”.

Whatever the UK bankers gained from the plunder of Iceland, I’m guessing they are losing a good percentage of it every single day that the angry volcano smolders. If the Vulcanologists are right, and Katla, the volcano’s bigger brother also goes off, then it could mean a disaster for European farming and commerce that hasn’t been felt since well... 1784. That previous Icelandic ash event caused such hardship for the French peasantry that it created conditions ripe for revolution. “Let them eat cake” was the line that cost Marie Antoinette her head, and the reign of the Sun Kings was eclipsed under a cloud of ash and a merciless guillotine.

It is curious that a year ago last April we were watching Susan Boyle erupt into global consciousness singing “I Dreamed a Dream” - an “anthem” from Les Miserables (set during the French Revolution), which I tied to the “Tea Parties” that were also springing up around the country.

Also interesting to me is how “Death and Taxes” are so closely aligned in April, with Easter Sunday and Tax Day falling approx. two weeks apart.

The ongoing Tea Parties are one result of the Wall Street bailout of 2008, a clever method for the citizenry to blow off steam at Obama while diverting attention away from the men in suits behind the curtain. As we’ve noted before, the Tea Partiers are closing the barn door after the horses have fled. The Raiders are gone, leaving Barack Obama to face down the pitchforks.

My own “tax day” gives me an odd 666 synch, and for me, the “impossible” 666 synch has become the “pay attention to the Dreaming Mind” signal. Much like the Bat signal - a sign from the Underworld. This sign could be any symbol, of course, but when you were raised in a fundamentalist environment, it tends to get your attention!

Speaking of "bat signals" here's how Goldman Sachs HQ looked during W's 2006 campaign. Via Winter Patriot.

I’m also reminded how I had a strange “beheading” waking dream sequence at Bellevue Downtown Park (A Shropshire Lad), and now I wonder if this was perhaps a foreshadowing of the guillotine. “Downtown” is NYC speak for the financial sector, which also carries strong Atlantean, pyramidal, alien mojo.

And also, my Easter Voodoo Experience was brought to me via a “Joy and Justice” church in Ballard, Trinity United Methodist. I note that only a week before Easter, Glenn Beck called out churches that included phrases like “economic justice” in their credo as wearing a secret Swastika or Hammer & Sickle! Yes, Glenn's masters know just how dangerous true economic justice might be.

No matter, we still prayed our prayer (conjured up our alternate reality) for justice:

I pledge, o God, to discover how much is enough for me to be truly fulfilled, neither rich nor poor, and to consume only that. I pledge, o God, to be part of the discovery of how much would be enough for everyone... not only to survive but to thrive... and to to find ways for them to have access to that. May this offering of restraint and justice teach me to live like Jesus, healing my life and the life of the world. Amen.

And perhaps I spoke too soon about the effectiveness of this kind of voodoo magic. I wonder... did I, and the congregation, step through a sort of stargate into an imagined reality, which is now rapidly being made manifest? Have I, (and you too, apparently) left behind a reality cube where the Icelandic volcano never erupted? We’ll never know, because the field of causality always quickly closes behind a singularity event.

April 4 was the 42nd Anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination. MLK was from Atlanta (Atlantis) Georgia, and oddly enough, Seattle’s King County has taken on his image as their official seal.

MLK is the “Black Jesus”, or using more ancient iconography, Osiris. I’ve been wondering what it might mean if Horus WAS actually rising, as seemed so apparent in the symbolism around the 33rd America’s Cup. If Horus is alive, he would soon get to avenging his father’s death! It seems like Justice is the meme for today. It takes considerable courage to pray for global economic justice while sitting all comfy within the walls of Babylon/Jericho, but these church folks knew that. And they STILL prayed the prayer!

Today is also 4:20, a day remembered by Nazis as the day their Fuhrer took his own life. It is also the Day of Weed - unofficial Hemp Day. We took a puff. Iceland also has an association with Hitler. The esoteric name for Iceland is Ultima Thule, and apparently the German SS was strangely attracted:

Otto Rahn believed that the Cathars who guarded the Holy Grail in their castle at Montsegur, could be traced back to Druids who converted to Manichaeism. The Druids in Britain being forerunners of the Celtic "Christian" Church. He also saw in the culture of the mediaeval Cathar stronghold of Languedoc strong resemblances to the Druids. Their priests akin to the Cathar Parfaits. The Cathar secret wisdom being preserved by the later troubadours of the medieval courts of France, who it is believed gave Wolfram von Eschenbach the story of Parzival.

After Hitler took power in 1933, Rahn lived in Berlin devoting himself to further studies of the Grail. His quest for a secret primordial religious tradition, the Religion of Light, came to the attention of Nazi SS leader Heinrich Himmler who sought Rahn's collaboration in SS sponsored research. His talents were soon recognised by his superiors. Pursuaded to formally join the SS in 1936, within a matter of weeks Otto Rahn was promoted to SS-Unterscharfuhrer. In the summer of 1936 he undertook an expedition to Iceland by order of the SS. Highlights of this Grail journey formed part of some chapters in his second and final book "Lucifer's Courtiers" published in 1937.

At some point however, Otto Rahn fell into disgrace with the Nazi hierarchy in 1937 and for disciplinary reasons and was assigned a tour of duty at the Dachau concentration camp. Rahn began to talk freely. He opposed the coming war, believing instead that Germany and Europe should be transformed into a race of "Pure Ones" or Cathars. In the new year of 1939, Rahn submitted his letter of resignation from the SS to Karl Wolff writing: 'Unfortunately, I must ask you to intervene with the Reichsfuhrer [Himmler] for my immediate discharge from the SS. The reasons that have led me to this resolution, this decision, are of so grave a nature' A few weeks later he was dead. Otto Rahn was dismissed from the SS on 17 March 1939, four days after his death. --Grailcode

The Third Seal

But this is the most obscure and yet meaningful synch to me. Because a friend emailed me on Friday with a very odd question. “What are three scrolls?” she asked, and since I was so resonating with the 666 thing, I looked it up in the Apocalypse - the unsealing of the third scroll:

When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!" --Revelation 6:5-6

Perhaps the rider on the black horse with the scales represents economic justice. Something that would quite naturally accompany the birth of Horus/Christ, and also quite naturally, something to be strongly opposed by the status quo. A new French Revolution? Or perhaps an Evolution of human consciousness. Only the volcano knows for sure.

My Gods Wear Spandex

Gay Parties in New York Attract the Superhero Crowd

This is Skin Tight U.S.A., the occasional costume-fetish party held at the Stonewall Inn in the West Village, which draws a regular group of men (and their admirers) who enjoy a special kind of dress-up. Some wear heroic outfits; some, wrestling gear. The crowd can range from 25 people on an average night to 250 on a spectacular one. The common thread is that the muscle-cuddling garb often leaves little to the imagination.

“I was always attracted to the superhero physique,” said Matthew Levine, 31, who helped found the party in 2005 with Andrew Owen, 44, and who was one of the few participants willing to be named. The two become friends as, respectively, the graphic designer and Webmaster for Hard Comixxx, a predecessor of Skin Tight, once held at the Eagle bar in Chelsea. Mr. Levine is a big fan of the X-Men (who have a handful of gay characters) and the Transformers (all of whom seem straight) and has been reading comics since he was 8. “As I got older,” he said, “I realized, ‘Oh, this is why I admire the Grecian ideal of manhood and musculature.’ ”

With apologies to Chris Knowles, author of "Our Gods Wear Spandex", and the Secret Sun.

The Beast in the Mirror

He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name.

This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666. --Revelation 13:16-18

The taxman cometh, and guess what? My tax liability came to $666.00!! WTF? Being your basic pinko anarchist fag I have a lot of personal anxiety about the IRS, and I admit I have sort of built the IRS up into a “beast”. It almost seems as if reality twisted itself around to present me with a symbol of my own fear and loathing.

BOO!!

I’ve been watching (from a discrete distance) these Tea Partyers, who think Obama is ruining the country so it can be handed over to the folks at New World Order Inc. and soon there will be foreign troops on U.S. soil, closing all the churches! I’m like “Hellooooo, where the hell have you BEEN for the past eight years!” I recall that eight years ago I was accusing GWB of the same shit, building him up into some kind of antichrist figure. I get some guilty pleasure from seeing the Right going through the same thing with Obama. It doesn’t matter what he actually does, the Right will always interpret every move as an act of devilish cunning.

God, maybe I really DO create my own reality, or if not create it... mold it. Is my experience of “reality” really a sort of mirror, a reflection of my own subconscious fears and desires? Like a genie who never gives me what I really want. Except maybe it does, on a certain level - the tricky fucker. That sounds a lot like “The Secret” doesn’t it? Uh oh, stop me before I go on Oprah!

A Shropshire Lad

“It dawns in Asia, tombstones show/ And Shropshire names are read;/ And the Nile spills his overflow/ Beside the Severn’s dead” --A Shropshire Lad

We walked the dogs around Bellevue Downtown park last Sunday. The park has a strong "Masonic vibe”, being rigidly geometric with a circular canal and many, many obelisks. The “river” begins at a large bowl-like fountain at the top of the park, and splits two ways to flow around either side of the circle, and finally collects in a pond below.

Sunday was warm and sunny and we began our walk from the lower pond, by the parking lot. The local RC boat club had set up camp on the bank, running their model Mississippi towboats around, pushing and pulling little model barges laden with little concrete slabs. I idly wondered if that was how the Egyptians got their giant slabs to the pyramids/tombs/stargates, barging them up the Nile?

We trudged around the path on the right, heading upstream to the fountain at the “headwaters”, and when we got there we saw that the water had been tinted vivid red, as if someone had dumped a vat of red dye into the water, and suddenly it was as if I was looking at the Holy Grail or something?! The river was BLEEDING from the HEAD!

We looked around for a sign or something explaining the water’s vivid coloring that day, but saw none, so we were left to wonder. (Note: pic above is from the internet, NOT from Sunday's walk)

On the day before, I had read that Polish President Lech Kaczynski was killed early Saturday along with his wife, several top military officials, and the head of the national bank when their plane crashed at a western Russian airport (via eLLUMINATI)

"The entire top military brass, including the chief of defense and all the services, were on the plane," said Tomas Valasek, of the Center for European Reform. "If that is true, then you're looking at a situation, in effect, of the DECAPITATION of the military services."

Later on Sunday, a favorite maritime blogger posts news about an antique boat auction, and for some reason I was drawn to this pic of a lovely canoe yawl named Sabrina. Sabrina is the Welsh Goddess of the River Severn in Celtic myth. Sabrina the nymph drowned in the river (how do you drown a mermaid, BTW?) and the river was named after her or vice versa. Sabrina is Latin for Severn. The Severn is the largest and most important river in England, like the Mississippi is to the States, or the Nile is to Egypt.

Great rivers not only represent the lifelines of continents and empires, they represent our own blood in our own bodies, and even the flow of divine Kundalini (serpentine) energy up and down the spinal chord - the main line of the Body Electric. How strange that this Sunday, of all Sundays, I made a special altar and a special prayer to the twin ponds of wisdom that lie not at the top of my head, but at the base of my cock. To me, they represent the House of Id, and you can be sure that the “water of life” was consumed with thanksgiving. No grape juice Communion here, just the Real Thing.

Quite naturally, Id shows me a symbolic representation of my oath - my egoic head is decapitated, and the tugs/barges bring in another ego over the falls. Livingston, I presume?

NOTES:

Theodore, the Holy Tugboat

Mr. Housman, author of “A Shropshire Lad”, was queer.

Sabrina was also the name of “Charlie’s Angel” Kate Jackson, who played the wife of Michael Ontkean in the homoerotic Making Love. See musings on Harry Hamlin, Perseus and Medusa in Clash of the Titans.

Vatican Forgives the Beatles

Vatican forgives The Beatles for 'bigger than Jesus' comment

At the height of their fame The Beatles enraged the Roman Catholic Church by famously declaring they were bigger than Jesus. Their enthusiastic pursuit of the sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle also did little to convince the Vatican they were anything other than a thoroughly bad influence. But now in a move sanctioned by Pope Benedict XVI, the Catholic Church has offered the Fab Four its official seal of approval, forgiving them their various excesses and even lauding them as a “precious jewel”.

My sly side thinks the Pope will be forgiving a lot of things about now, hoping for quid pro quo... Next up, Marilyn Manson and Aleister Crowley? I think NOW would be a good time to ask for indulgences of any sort. The upside to St. Peter (the gatekeeper) turning out to be a pedophile sodomite is that he sets the entry standard pitifully low. John must be rolling in his grave.

“I’d never join a club that would have me as a member…” --G. Marx

Witch Doctor Who?

I’m still processing my Easter Service experience, which is looking more and more like black voodoo magic! (And I say that with respect to voodoo practitioners - it actually makes the church much cooler IMHO) This is basically what happened:

1. The Congregation, lead by the Pastor, collectively prayed for (conjured up) an alternative reality (peace, justice, the usual).

2. This focused collective will caused an alternate reality to form in another dimension.

3. Then he invokes Christ, (the collective ego) ritually slaying the congregation via a surrogate (voodoo doll).

4. Then we perform Communion, where we ritually eat the body and blood of the lamb - a sin eating ritual - and the bridge from one dimension to another.

5. And finally we get the Benediction, where we are “born again” into the new reality. The Undead of Christ!

God, no wonder the Christians burned all the witches, they wanted a monopoly on the Witch Doctor franchise!

I suppose that would make a church a kind of stargate, or TARDIS. Or flying haunted mansion if you belong to the Church of Rocky Horror. Actually, my favorite is the time warp castle of Count Duckula, the vegetarian vampire. Show us your palms, Green Man.

Does it work? Well... maybe a little, but not so much. Actual trans-dimensional travel requires a bit more voltage than grape juice and a stylish Easter bonnet. However, in theory....

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. --John 14:2

But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. --Matthew 6:20-21

The Witch Doctor - David Seville and the Chip Monks

Pixels

Cool video by Patrick Jean exploring the space-time block as an invasion of NYC by oldschool games.

Gondola Theory

Sugarloaf gondola - from James Bond 'Moonraker'.

The “Frozen Popsicle” Universe is resonating with me again. See Watching For Snakes and The Chronoliths for earlier musings. A block of space-time is said to be “frozen” because it does not change. The universe is essentially made up of these frozen space-time ice cubes of varying sizes - some nesting within others - a Crystalline Entity where everything is possible and yet everything is pre-ordained.

While our egos experience reality as a stream of nearly random, happenstance events, what is actually occurring is that our sense of perception is moving from one immutable block to another. Our progression through these space-time blocks resembles the path of a snake, a river or film strip. This nature of reality is often experienced during an LSD trip: the “strobe effect”.

The strobe light was popularized on the club scene during the 1960s when it was used to reproduce and enhance the effects of LSD trips. Ken Kesey used strobe lighting in coordination with the music of the Grateful Dead during his legendary Acid Tests. --wikipedia

My own Varen had a visionary experience when he was but a wee lad about the “shape of the universe”, which was a series, not of cubes, but of diamond-like (dare I say pyramidal?) blocks of space-time that interlock into a matrix of stunning complexity, beauty and infinity.

Taking the next obvious step, I wonder why MY egoic space-time experience ride is not quite as fun as say... Brad Pitt’s? (who’s big break came in “A River Runs Through It”). We seem to be spirits of egoic “being” trapped in our own little cell blocks. Maybe Hercule Poirot’s “little grey cells” are entirely too accurate a description. I’m calling this the “gondola theory” of egoic space-time experience: we inhabit our little gondolas, all strung together by a thread of ego consciousness. I’ve known some people who are on pretty nice gondola rides, but I also know more than a few who have taken the cancer ride, and worse. In fact, there are so many bad rides available in the theme park called Earth that it makes you really just want to get the fuck off the merry go round and go find a better theme park!

Mats Roger Jensen - Norwegian Speed Skater, via Neverland blog

Which is why I’m rather attracted to the concept of the “ice skater” - someone who, metaphorically speaking, is able to skate from one frozen block of space-time to another. Maybe that’s the reason why Santa drives a sleigh? His presents are frozen space-time blocks of pleasant experience for good little boys and girls. The rest of us get coal.

I’m reminded of the TV series “Sliders” who travel from one time block to another. The Winter Olympics are full of “sliding” sports, and it may be that the slalom skier winding through his “gates”, or the tobogganer flying down his “track” are perfect examples of ego running through a pre-destined series of space-time blocks.

Which is all fine and good, unless maybe you wanted to jump tracks? More to come.

Peter Pumpkinhead

Rarely has the Easter story been told as well as The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead, by XTC. XTC's original video is full of allusions to JFK and conspiracy, though lately I'm liking the Crash Test Dummies interpretation better, and since it was made for the film Dumb & Dumber, it seems like The Fool is all over this one.

I attended Easter Service at a little Methodist Church in Ballard today. They are the antithesis of the glitzy mega-church, and the pastor has done an amazing job of shepherding his flock through the last 10 years. I call them the "Charlie Brown Church" - small but sincere. It occurs to me that Linus always faithfully waited in the pumpkin patch for the resurrection of the Great Pumpkin.




Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead - Crash Test Dummies

Etc.

I found this tower of 2012 books at Borders last week, I had to take a pic. The Synch Section is growing.

April Fools was pretty great this year. Google’s “Topeka” joke was cute. It’s like “Joe" names himself “God” and “God” names himself “Joe” in return. Funny how that works. From now on, my name is “FUCK!”

The Dominion Wars appear to be heating up:

Governors Receive Threats From Extremist Group 

WASHINGTON — Governors around the country said Friday that they had received letters from an extremist group warning that they might be forcibly removed from office if they did not step down within three days. Officials from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Department of Homeland Security confirmed that they had sent out an intelligence note with information about potential threats to governors from a group calling itself the Guardians of the Free Republics.

I found it mildly interesting that this little NYT front page blurb just gave the Guardians of the Free Republics (plural?) about a zillion hits and Gotfre.com servers are still going strong. I have a feeling that by the time the Dominion is done with us, we’ll be SO ready for a pole shift in 2012. Gotfre... Goatse?

I’ve decided to darken the doorway of a church this Easter, it’s been a while. In fact, the last Easter Service I attended was at Trinity United Methodist in Seattle, which I like because this parish is slightly to the left of Marx, and their pastor was the one I went to after going a bit nuts after the ego-death thing. I WAS thinking about going to a Catholic Mass because I’ve never really experienced one, but in the end I decided I wanted to share a communal rebirth with folks I wouldn’t mind spending eternity with. So I’m going back to TUMS. I do think it’s cool how the Methodists are sort of a conjunction of opposites, being half Calvinist and half Arminian. Half justice and half forgiveness.

For me, Easter is mostly about (sin) eating. We always had the sacrificial pig, but the deviled eggs were damn good, and the asparagus, divine. I'm grooving on how phallic asparagus is, and how it comes in "spears". Call me a sword swallower!

I also think it’s cool that this Easter falls on 4410, which is 144 backwards. Sevas Susej!