One of the odder symptoms of looming Kosmic Konsciousness is the Zombie Apocalypse. This little meme seems to have really struck a nerve, I find little references to the ZA all over the interwebs, in places I would never expect. I suspect that zombies are just another colorful egoic expression of ego-death - they are the “un-dead” aren’t they? Can’t kill what’s already dead, the ego-dead are born again!
I like this shirt: Titanz. with a Z and a Superman diamond AND a thunderbolt! Bodybuilder is Trey Brewer. As in beer. Dionysus.
Here’s a shot of the Zombie Squad on the front lines, defending the ego. Considering that their logo can be read as “ZeuS”, I figure the Id thunderbolt has already struck?
An old video, but a goodie. I’ve finally realized that Batman (the collective awakening subconscious) spends most of his time dealing with his own erotic nature. That’s why he always gets the Joker, because he’s always dealing. Lay down your cards, bud.
Sometimes I wonder about the swastika - a perfectly good solar symbol that became utterly demonized after “you know who” made it his logo. One wonders how long it will take for the symbol to be rehabilitated. In a bizarre twist of fate, some are now calling the Star of David the new swastika.
The new Iron Sky trailer reminded me of the movie 'Contact', and how the aliens in Vega received the first TV transmission from Earth, which just happened to be the opening ceremony from the Berlin Games - the 1936 Olympics. If they had come in person, instead of just sending stargate plans, I wonder if they would have all worn Nazi uniforms and swastikas, you know... just to make us more comfortable. Maybe even their starships would have giant swastika solar symbols painted on them, showing very clearly (they would suppose) that they come in peace!
The Berlin Gates
Which makes our little, deliberately polarizing, 2012 London Olympic mascots even more intriguing, considering their favorite gesture is a “sieg heil”. Gay Nazi One-Eyed Aliens. Major Tom?
Bastard: a person born of parents not married to each other. An illegitimate child.
Still revving on James Dean, who owned a Porsche 550 Spyder race car named “Little Bastard”. This rear-engined car was customized by George Barris, who later designed the Batmobile. It seems an appropriate synch because this car took James directly to Hades on Sept 30, 1955.
When Dean introduced himself to Alec Guinness outside a restaurant, he asked him to take a look at the Spyder. Guinness thought the car appeared 'sinister' and told Dean: 'If you get in that car, you will be found dead in it by this time next week.' (How Obi Wan get you get?) This encounter took place on September 23, 1955, seven days before Dean's death.
The sports car soon gained a reputation as "cursed", and we'll note that Dean raced as No. 130, or 13.
A long time ago a friend told me how homos were like some sci-fi alien spawn that gets deposited in a straight family and raised there until they reach sexual maturity, when they are compelled to seek out others of their own kind. Yikes! Funny thing is, this strange “parenting” arrangement exists not only in the realm of sci-fi.
The Cowbird is a species of small “brood parasitic” birds. The birds feed on insects, including the type stirred up by herds of cattle. In order for the birds to remain mobile and stay with the herd, they have adapted by laying their eggs in other birds' nests. The Cuckoo is the most infamous of brood parasites, with considerable mythology built around the deceptive habit.
Many have noticed how the entire human race behaves as if it were a “brood parasite” on earth, callously kicking other species out of the “nest”. It does make me wonder. What if our race really WAS seeded by some alien spore? Perhaps “Our Father who art in heaven” can be taken quite a bit more literally than even the Fundamentalists will dare.
Whose your daddy? A question that none of us poor bastards can really answer. Are we the progeny of some space-faring race, with an “Eve” in every port?
Curious how James Dean made his name playing the son of an absent or disappointed father figure. Indeed, it was popular psycho-babble in the 50’s to blame homosexuality on an absent father. I think we could blame a hell of a lot more than queerness on an absent race of aliens. Talk about evading child support!
I think maybe Osiris just died in my neighborhood. John lived off exit 17*, and he went to church at 1717* Bellevue Way. A Facebook page made to honor and encourage him - “Get well John” - had 1700* entries.
John died after a brutal 3 year battle with cancer, and he never once gave in. He taught high school science, and he was one of those teachers who invested all he had into his charges. He also played guitar for his church - again, in order to reach the youth.
Last year, John had just completed another bout with chemo, feeling like total shit, so of course he was off to play guitar for the prison inmates at the Monroe Penitentiary. That’s just who John was.
Last Saturday was the memorial service, and the church parking lot was packed, every pew was filled. I doubt I will ever see anything like it again, as long as I live. John believed in Jesus. Or in more ancient iconography, he believed in the Son/Sun of Osiris - the falcon-headed Horus. He believed in his children.
Curiously, there was a great sun dog “halo” visible around the sun on that day. And since his death, there have been eagles circling directly overhead.
* According to Greek historian Plutarch, the ancient Egyptian god Seth murdered his twin brother Osiris in the twenty-eighth year of the latter’s reign, on the seventeenth day of the third month. Twenty-eight divided by 17 approximates the square root of e. If the date- setting priests were aware of this constant and wanted to express the nature of the festival by its date, they could have found no better way than to so assimilate the god’s death with the root -- or cause -- of new growth.
This 2006 oil on canvas was submitted by Minneapolis artist Marc Debauch to the Twin Cities 2010 Pride Art Show and it was rejected because the jury found it “too erotic”. From Marc’s letter to the jury:
Does this jury realize that attempting to make this art show “safe to the general public” it is actually being offensive to gays and lesbians? Especially gay and lesbian artists. You actually had the balls to ask me to submit work that would be “more acceptable for this show and venue.” Why don’t you just ask me to crawl back into the closet? If the art that gay and lesbians enjoy, is not welcome by the Art Institutes International of Minnesota, then it clearly it is NOT the right venue for our community’s Pride Art Show. Instead of being about PRIDE this exhibition is about shame.
You can tell Rob Anderson, the Grand Marshal’s Reception & Pride Art Show Coordinator what you think about a gay pride festival censoring an image of a shirtless man here: rfanderson "at" aii.edu
Over the past year, the German shepherd has become a powerful “totem animal” at Gosporn. Mostly associated with violence, the fierce herding dog has become an incarnation of Shiva, a messenger of the Gods, but a messenger with real teeth - one I dare not ignore. So my ears pricked up with the discovery that Rebel Dog, the new icon of the Greek Riots, was described as a German shepherd:
Amid the turmoil of the Greece financial crisis, photos and videos of street protests have turned up a kind of canine "Where's Waldo" figure: a mutt that may have some German shepherd genes, and clearly has a strong interest in civic disorder.
See this remarkable site about Rebel Dog and an excellent article at Secret Sun that draws the semiotic connections.
The even greater risk to the European banking system from a Greek failure is that it would bring very much into play Portugal, Spain, and Ireland. These countries, which between them have around US$1.5 trillion in sovereign debt, suffer from similar, albeit less acute, public finance and international competitiveness problems. And they too are stuck in a Euro-zone straightjacket that severely constrains their ability to deal with these problems in a credible manner.
This fascinating pictograph of European financial entanglements strangely echo the state of European affairs a hundred years ago, just prior to the First World War. Before 1914, the five Great Powers of Great Britain, France, Germany, Austria-Hungary and Russia controlled Europe, and it was through a system of paranoid alliances that these powers kept an uneasy peace.
Substitute a modern central banking house for a house of royalty, and well... you do the math. Especially when you consider that the entire world, thanks to “the global economy” is in a similar condition to Europe a hundred years ago. We’re all “Europe”, and it always starts in the Balkans.
Omens aside, I’m even more intrigued by the “Rebel” aspect of Rebel Dog. Because I keep finding the “rebel” synch in the strangest of places, and this has been going on for months. The most hilarious is this pic of a new race boat posted at the popular sailing site “Sailing ANARCHY”.
But the rebel archetype goes way back for me, considering that my high school called itself "The Home of the Rebels". What IS it about the rebel?
Glad you asked, because the latest rebel synch comes from the Mythulinity blog, who reminded me of Tom of Finland’s character named - Rebel!
Rebel was inspired by the American “greaser” icon from the 50’s as expressed via James Dean and Marlon Brando. This archetype winds its way through American pop culture like a brooding but irrepressible, and perhaps irresistible, rogue. Later incarnations include John Travolta as Danny Zuko in Grease, and Fonzi from Happy Days, where he was pretty much domesticated.
Rebel is a homo erotic icon because he is expressing overt and unapologetic masculine sexuality - Eros. He could care less about ideas of monogamy, shelter or saving for college. His “house” is his bike, and he goes where the wind blows. He fucks who he wants to fuck, and to hell with the consequences. At least a gay biker doesn’t leave a bunch of unwed mothers in his wake.
As an interested observer, I can’t help but notice that James Dean, Brando, and even Travolta (rumor has it) share a certain something... and that “something” is smokin’ hot homo erotic love. Paradoxically, the more gays are accepted into the mainstream, the more Eros dies. Domestically partnered, suburban, baby carriage pushing gay men might as well just be straight as far as Eros is concerned. Neutered!
Sometimes it seems like I've forgotten my birthright - the inheritance of Eros. Sometimes I need a wake up call, and Rebel Dog is calling.
The lives of James Dean and Heath Ledger have interesting parallels. Both died tragically at the peak of their careers, both receiving posthumous Academy Awards. Both were sexually attractive to men and to women, expressing a certain air of androgyny on screen. Both their roles and their lives had a strong impact on popular culture, and they both played roles with an undercurrent of homosexual religious martyrdom - Dean was cast as John the Beloved Disciple in Hill Number One, an Easter television special.
The number 55: James Dean won his Academy Award in 1955, died in 1955, driving a Porsche 550 Spyder, he was pulled over for driving 65 in a 55 speed zone on the day he died. See Sign Language for 55 synchs at Gosporn.
"Little Bastard", Dean's 550 Spyder, was customized by George Barris, who went on to design the Batmobile.
Coincidentally, the #1 pop song in the US at the time of Dean's death, "The Yellow Rose of Texas" by Mitch Miller, was also featured in Giant in a scene following the actor's last appearance in the film. See The Yellow Rose Again for some interesting semiotic connections with this old standard.
In honor of Cinco de Mayo, a travel poster that moves me. I quote the oracle:
...while the United States was embroiled in its Uncivil War, our neighbors to the south were fighting their own battles in a supreme effort to someday market Corona Light to all of us Gringos on every May 5th thereafter.
What a strategic marketing plan! What a successful marketing plan!
Q: How are a volcanic eruption, a busted water main and an uncapped oil well all the same?
A:
Has God’s condom finally been torn asunder? The Birth of Horus AKA the Second “Coming” continues. Labor pains really suck. I hope the child is worth it.
Notes:
The Gulf Oil Spill is being called the "American Chernobyl". Chernobyl is Ukrainian for wormwood. A quick refresher from the Revelator:
The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water — the name of the star is Wormwood. Revelations 8:10
CNN has a story about scientists in Livermore, CA building a giant laser in order to create a star on earth...
Dancing with the Stars...
P.S. I've enabled the adult content warning. I think Gosporn will be swinging more to the porn side of things for a while.
Var and I have decided that there are some “preppers” in the neighborhood. We surmise one of them is a Microsofty, and that’s why they haven’t joined the preppers in Montana - because the pay is too good. So they purchased a homestead/bunker located conveniently close to work! After all, a Zombie Apocalypse outbreak could happen anywhere.
They work hard on their suburban garden - it is MASSIVE! You could easily feed the family (or an entire Vietnamese village) on the produce! But you’d never know unless you peeked over the fence, because Kirkland has a 6’ fence zoning law, and since I’m 6’-1”, I only need to stand on my tippy-toes in order to peak over.
The interesting thing is that they never cut off the 8’ tall fence posts, like most people do. Leaving room for the razor wire...
They reminded me that I’m a prepper too - we’re just prepping on different sides of the fence.
Beltane Notes: For some reason today is an important day. I’ve experienced a lot of anxiety about the future over the last week, from the personal to the macro, I have spent a bit too much time in the egoic side.
But at the same time I’ve experienced strong synchronicity with other bloggers: we will echo similar themes or word usage, even though we are writing on completely different subjects. Var mentioned how he has been seeing multiples of certain numbers building over the last several days, and I’ve been experiencing the same thing.
Boston (Boston TEA PARTY) gets hit with no water to make tea. This could develop into a bad situation, and my prayers are with Boston tonight.
“Since Beltane is opposite Samhain (Halloween), many say this time of year is also when the veil between the worlds is thin.” --Riverwolf
The Morning After Addendum
Had a crazy dream last night. A ginormous mushroom-shaped spaceship landed in Seattle and started beaming everyone up, including trees and houses! I was beamed up and then we (I and a couple of friends) were let back down onto Seattle, except it was Seattle as it had been a long time ago - sometime in the early '80's. I think were supposed to do something, and it had something to do with Reagan. I had the feeling that nobody knew the real story about Reagan, and it was a very weird, Outer Limits kind of story.
Gad, I need to lay off the absinth right before bed!
According to accounts released Saturday, April 24, 2010, by the coordinator of an e-mail news and information service, officials of the U.S. Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA), U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations (AFOSI) and other U.S. government agencies have been involved in security activities involving human-appearing extraterrestrial beings in the U.S.
Great timing with May Day AKA Beltane. Aliens, fertility, invasion, socialism, and the odd coincidence that “MAYDAY” means the same thing as 911. I’m not so sure about this story, it could be disinfo. I haven’t seen any Septeloids at the meetings...
"The human male cock is the tentacle tip of a joyous multidimensional shapeshifting multi-modality ecstacy experiencing BEAST of enormous proportions..." more
