Brazen

I love pictures like this. I used to have dreams about being inexplicably caught naked in public, always shameful and anxious experiences. But not for this guy - he’s relaxed and confident, ho hum, just another wedding reception - sitting on the groom’s side again.

Nicked from BuffMuscles

A Piece of Ate

“The most powerful force in the universe is compound interest” --Albert Einstein

I often muse about alternate economic systems because the world is being destroyed by a totally fucked up thing called compound interest. That’s the idea that symbolic value (money) should be capable of eternal increases in value. This tends to work out pretty well for those who possess the magic symbol (the Piece of Eight, AKA the dollar) but sucks for everyone without a bank account, especially plants and animals.

‘Membership has its privileges’, they say, I guess one of those priveleges is not having your species wiped out by corporate “interest”. Maybe Capitalists never got that Albert was being ironic.

Fact is, every dollar loaned is a hungry little piranha that can only come back to its parent (the bank) with interest accrued. So another tree is felled, another fish is hooked, and bit by bit, dollar by dollar, Gaia is killed for compound interest. She’s like Nell, tied to the railroad tracks:

“You MUST pay the rent!”

“But I CAN'T pay the rent!”

We could really use a Dudley Do-Right about now, couldn't we? Where's the RCMP when you need one?



Bonus: this episode includes red heads, cross dressing and fudge!

The Second Chapter of Acts

I had the rare pleasure today of meeting a fellow synchronaut - Eunus Noe: From the Belly of the Whale, An Experience of Being Alive, The Synch Whole. We shared a coffee and world views at the Next Chapter bookstore/coffeehouse. Well named, because I’ve been spending a lot of time lately, pondering the Next Chapter of my life... how to integrate synchromisticism and my queer sexuality into a wider practice. Eunus reminded me that the synch whole is all about integration: it isn’t “either this OR that” but “both this AND that”. In other words, combining my fractured inner archetypes into a whole, and in a nutshell I think that’s what Gosporn was: the first chapter of my Actions.

I’m not sure how the next chapter will manifest, but I do know what it will be about: The ongoing integration of the preacher and the porn star.

Kurt Rogers - Preaching to the Choir

Again Madness Triumphs!

There’ve been some interesting synchs developing in my local space-time imaginarium.

Again

First, is the idea of “return”, or “going back”, perhaps in time. I had a vivid dream about a month ago that a massive UFO hovered over Seattle that beamed everyone aboard. (massive UFO = "God" to my subconscious, FYI) Then I was set back down in Seattle, except it was back in the 80’s? Talk about back to the future . It seems like I can’t go anywhere without the worst of 80’s music being rammed down my ears. Are the 80’s the new Musak? Ronnie’s revenge.

Madness

A few days ago Var insists that I sit down and watch an old 'Married With Children' episode because he thinks I’m too serious lately and need to laugh and cut loose. He’s right, of course. This episode involved Kelly Bundy burning up Peggy’s much loved (albeit hideous) couch and needing to get a replacement ASAP before the parents return from vacation, and the episode soon becomes more than surreal, involving a “mad man” named ‘Mary’. Plenty of MM’s in that one, and the “madness” theme is also resonating like crazy. I recently confided in a friend that I worried that synchronicity might be a mental illness. Day after that, another friend sends me some drawings of his latest nautical design, named... 'Madness'. Hiyo!

A day after the MWC fire/couch/madman episode, the first boy I ever kissed “friends” me on Facebook - someone I haven’t seen since... the eighties. He ran across an old photo of me, so he decided to check the book of faces and waddya know, I was there because I finally gave in and created a Facebook account a few weeks ago. My first boyfriend’s name is Kelley, and I’m sitting on one hell of an ugly couch. Like Peggy, he has amazing red hair. I’m not sure if that makes me Bud or Al, but it just cracks me up.

Looking at that picture 30 years later, it's almost like trying to decipher the dead sea scrolls. Like most symbolic scholars, I see more than was ever intended:

I seem to be jotting something down on a notepad, using the phone. Alexander Graham Bell - My elementary school was named after him. I suppose that should ring a bell? I’m wearing the 80’s preppy uniform, button down and Levis 501’s. Always prepping, you are. A strange VINE is creeping in. The BLACK DOG synchs in for a bite.

Triumph

This month’s other major synch word is “Triumph”. Var and I went into Seattle for a “culture day” (something you just gotta do every now and then when you live in the Zombie Land suburbs) Which was great fun and we came across this motorcycle that for some reason I wanted to take its picture. It’s a Triumph.

Today I see that my favorite car blog (Bring a Trailer) features a red Triumph TR250. 25 is 5x5 or 55, the double Venus. Today is also June 25. Triumph’s famous sports car brand is the SpitFIRE.

Triumph = Victory. Always a good sign. and checking back on that screenshot from the eighties, I note that I am shod in red and white Nike’s. Nike is the Goddess of Victory.

I have no grand interpretation of the above, it’s too early for that. But I just wanted to jot it down. To recap: return, 80's, fire, old flames, siblings, a couch only a mother could love, madness, restoration, victory. Maybe this summer will be one to remember after all.

UPDATE 6/26/10: Doctor Knowles from the Secret Sun reminds us that a “Triumph” is a civil ceremony and religious rite of ancient Rome to celebrate military success, involving massive parties and the erection of PHALLIC monuments and arches! According to wikipedia, the Triumph was already ancient by Republican times, and was sanctified by its mythic antiquity:

Plutarch (and other Roman sources) accorded the first Roman triumph to Romulus, in celebration of his victory over King Acron of the Caeninenses, traditionally coeval with Rome's foundation in 753BCE. Ovid projected an even more fabulous and poetic antecedent in the triumphal return of the god Bacchus/Dionysus from his conquest of India, drawn in a golden chariot by tigers and surrounded by maenads, satyrs and assorted drunkards.

Recall that Dionysus was welcomed into the Greek pantheon for returning Hephaestus/Vulcan to Mt. Olympus. Vulcan is also called the “lame God”, his representative in the Star Trek universe is Spock. Recall my recent bout o’ gout in the FOOT, where I was made LAME (read Less is More).

My friend Lee returned a few weeks ago from a bicycling trip to France. He sent us a postcard of the Grande Arche, AKA “modern Triumphal Arch”, AKA hypercube (stargate) in Paris! Paris is more Roman than Rome, thanks to Napoleon. Amazingly, Lee had a bike accident and hurt his FOOT!

Cum Stained Glass

Anadae included a link to this foot fetishy image by Roman stained glass artist IKO in his comment on Less is More (BTW, the cherries are working! Thanks for all the advice and links, I have much research to do on not only gout, but my whole inflammation thing). I’m quite taken with his vision - an illumination of the sacred erotic. The combination of an ancient and sacred style with formerly taboo sexual images creates a powerful disconnect in the brain, where for a second or two we can conceive of a world that combines the sacred and the profane in holy union.

Windmills of My Mind

In the symbolism of the Sema ritual, the semazen's camel's hair hat (sikke) represents the tombstone of the ego; his wide, white skirt represents the ego's shroud. By removing his black cloak, he is spiritually reborn to the truth. At the beginning of the Sema, by holding his arms crosswise, the semazen appears to represent the number one, thus testifying to God's unity. While whirling, his arms are open: his right arm is directed to the sky, ready to receive God's beneficence; his left hand, upon which his eyes are fastened, is turned toward the earth. The semazen conveys God's spiritual gift to those who are witnessing the Sema. Revolving from right to left around the heart, the semazen embraces all humanity with love. The human being has been created with love in order to love.

Rumi says, "All loves are a bridge to Divine love. Yet, those who have not had a taste of it do not know!"

• Spiral galaxy
• Sunflower
• Sit spin
• Stargate
• Hurricane Warning
• Dutch windmill - Golden Gate Park, SF
• Pine cone spiral
• German UFO (Foo Fighter)
• Artichoke
• Pirouette
• "Artichoke lamp"
• Bat signal
• Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull
• Whirling Dervish

Update 6/25/10 - New additions:

• Julie Andrews (Maria)
• The roulette wheel from Casino Royale
• Quisp cereal alien
• Norway Spiral

Less is More

Been dealing with a bout o’ gout, lately. I’m susceptible to all kinds of inflammatory illness (especially inflammatory statements!?) and gout is just one more. It’s excruciating pain in one digit... for me, my big toe. Sort of turns me into a “lame god”. Anyway, been trying to find that place of comfort in the midst of discomfort, as Aeolus fortuitously reminds me today:

It means being in an uncomfortable situation and, instead of trying to get out of it or change it to make ourselves more comfortable, just being in it as-it-is, and seeing what is actually on offer. What happens then is that we find a place within ourselves that is comfortable in the midst of our discomfort, and then we realize that we don't need all those surface elements to be comfortable, or turned on, or happy, or whatever, because we have all that within ourselves. We have the capacity to find a signal of truth in any amount of noise, of lies or ugliness or pollution or discomfort, or whatever we are surrounded by.

In simple terms, it is settling for less. And the less we settle for, the more we find.

Speaking of less is more, the Patron Saint of ‘making do’ has a shrine in Barcelona - the pavilion for the 1929 World’s Fair, by Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. I once met a Spaniard in Barcelona who took me on a most amazing tour of his city by scooter, one of my best European memories. One of the stops was this pavilion. We eventually wound up back at his apartment, where he revealed that all he really wanted was to worship my feet. I’d never really met a foot fetishist before, but what the hell. It was pleasurable in a way, and certainly small enough payment for the wonderful day he gave me.

I wonder if travelers are particularly attractive to those with a yen for feet? Being temporarily lame makes you appreciate your feet, and where they have taken you.

When Fish Fly

I’ve had my eye on the horizon ever since the Horus resonating BMW Oracle trimaran won the 33rd America’s Cup, back in February - read Horizon Job. “Horus in the Horizon” AKA the Rising Sun/Son. Combine Deepwater Horizon with a green and yellow sun and well... let The Secret Sun do the heavy semiotic lifting: 17, the Green Sun and Deepwater on the Horizon.

Fascinated by the idea of a submarine bird of prey, I happened to spy an Osprey flying overhead last weekend. The Osprey (Pandion haliaetus), sometimes known as the sea hawk or fish eagle, is a diurnal, fish-eating bird of prey. Ospreys have the ability to hover like a helicopter, which is probably the reason the Boeing tilt-rotor is called the V-22 Osprey. Anyway, Seattle is home to the Seahawks pro football team.

June 11 was the 100th birthday of Jacques Cousteau, and here is the Commander in front of his iconic diving saucer, or solar submarine.

Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea’s Flying Sub, on the horizon, looking a lot like a nuclear-powered Manta ray. Rays are “bird shaped” fish. If birds can swim, than fish can fly! Here’s a Manta, on take off:

The Cousteau research vessel was the famous Calypso: Calypso (Greek: Καλυψώ Kalypsō) was a sea goddess in Greek mythology. She was the daughter of the Titan Atlas, and is also known as Atlantis (Ατλαντίς) in ancient Greek.

Interestingly, the French have recently discovered the remains of an ancient city on the sea floor, in the Western Caribbean.

When you join the Cousteau Society, you can wear their iconic “red watch cap” - here’s the other red cap:

According to Ron Howard’s ‘Cocoon’, (read Atlantis, Lost and Found) Atlantis was originally founded by aliens who came to earth in mushroom shaped flying saucers. Atlantis was somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico, off the coast of St. Petersburg, FL. The old folks lived at Sunny Shores Retirement Community, that is, before they board the Manta III, to be born again in a ‘fly cap’. Screenshots from film:

We’d been storing some furniture in the basement for a friend who had moved to California, and he finally arranged for shipment. The truck arrived on Thursday, the 17th, and naturally, it was from Sunrise Freight, with a big rising sun logo on the side.

Apocalyptic Queens

Most queer blogs I haunt are single-mindedly devoted to cock and ass, and that’s the way it should be. But sometimes there is a political or religious/spiritual slant presented, and I always appreciate that, because occasionally, we even use our heads above the belt. Very rare to find right wing homos, though they exist (or I should say, rare to find UNCLOSETED right wing homos). What I most appreciate are the Apocalyptic Queens, and I’ve found another one: Tom Bacchus! Tom’s written a book of prophecy disguised as homoerotic Sci-Fi:

Q-FAQ . . . it's more than just another four-letter word

Q-FAQ follows the erotic adventures of Afaik, a gay Arab alleged terrorist, in the near future. Bombed out of his Manhattan home by rightwing federal agents who create "terrorist" acts to continue their campaign for the newly installed Puritan Party, Afaik escapes into the arms of Aces Bannon, a surly soldier with a few special replacement parts. Together, the pair zooms across the Divided States of America and discovers and underground network of hunky pilots, arms dealers, and circuit party orgies in this thrilling ride of sex and science fiction satire. Q-FAQ is a unique blend of sexuality, humor, and science fiction that thrusts you into the world of the near future - whether you like it or not.

Tom envisions the divided state of the near future America, split tidily along red state, blue state lines. Watching the continuing polarization of the Union, it makes me wonder. I imagine the U.S. split in twain, with Sarah Palin and the Fundies running the red states. They will immediately attempt to regain God’s favor by banning homosexuality, work on Sunday, Islam, and Lady Gaga! In other words, a bunch of our brothers and sisters may suddenly be caught behind enemy lines!

World Cup Material

No cup can hold that!

This little gem is scanned from a much beloved book of sex comics - "Oh Boy" by Brad Parker, published 1988. Oh means O. The O boys. Brad had a serious California boy fetish (being a midwestern lad who finally made his trip to gay mecca). The book has a little intro/bio written by his friend and mentor, Jay Wetteland. It starts with: “In the beginning, Brad Parker masturbated to the images of dinosaurs. He later discovered men.” Brad’s erotic comics are full of sci-fi and aliens (very hunky aliens) wolves, leopards, faeries, and even star gates - gates opened by the power of pure, unashamed, man on man eroticism. In other words, a prophet! I’ll be scanning more of his work, as time permits.

Brad has painted art for Hollywood, Marvel and DC comics, including the graphic novel Green Lantern: Fear Itself. It’s a story about the three incarnations (avatars) of Green Lantern, and how they each had to face their greatest fear (butt sex, IMHO, but that's just Horus talking). We’ll note that Green Lantern is garbed in Osiris black and green, and he carries a magical ring of power. This ring is symbolized as the 101, or the guardians of the hole (divine feminine). See the Double H Ranch for more than you ever wanted to know about that.

Brad finally made his way to paradise, where he paints as “Tiki Shark” - giving the ancient Polynesian Gods his own unique spin. Considering his life and times, it is remarkable that Brad is still with us, thank Kauhuhu.

 “When you live on an active volcano, you learn to make sacrifices."

Narada Drilling Co.

I’ve been pretty down this past week. Apparently it’s going around. For me, I suspect the Gulf oil “spill” triggered it, but it could be anything.

Interesting Star Trek synchs with the spill: ST11 revolved around a renegade Romulan mining co., bent on revenge, drilling into the Vulcan planet’s core in order to create a black hole that will destroy the planet. Likewise, British Petroleum drills into the earth’s core, creating a “black hole” that threatens not only the Gulf, but the entire Atlantic Ocean. I have no inside scoop on BP’s motives, but in the Star Trek universe, James T. Kirk wildly claimed:

“It is not a natural disaster, it is an attack!”

The renegade Romulan mining ship was named ‘Narada’, which, besides being a New Age music brand is also:

Narada or Narada Muni is a divine sage from the Vaisnava tradition, who plays a prominent role in a number of the Puranic texts, especially in the Bhagavata Purana, and in the Ramayana. According to legend, Narada is regarded as the Manasaputra, referring to his birth 'from the mind of Brahma', the first living being as described in the Puranic universe. --wikipedia

A curious name for such a destructive vessel, I’d love to know what J.J. was alluding to. Anyway, recall that the Deepwater Horizon disaster has been called the “American Chernobyl”. Chernobyl means Wormwood. Wormwood is:

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. A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter. --Rev 8:10-11

How crazy that the Narada resembles a blazing black torch!

Besides all THAT, The sage at Superversity takes time out to rant, and I have to hand it to him, he’s as much a Jeremiah as I am. I love how I get super hero artistic appreciation, full frontal manhood AND the apocalypse in one tidy blog! Why go anywhere else? But even he ends on a positive note:

But, though it appears that all is lost, I have great hopes that something incredible will happen and divert mankind from the course it seems hellbent on pursuing. It could appear at first as a catastrophe, a plague, a disaster of Biblical proportions.

So perhaps even Narada (or Wormwood) has a higher purpose. A wake up call. Brahma (and Narada) only knows what it will take to wake up the insanely gluttonous and predatory ruling classes. Perhaps it will be a creeping film of black gold, lapping at their Kennebunkport waterfront property.

It was Jacques-Yves Cousteau’s 100 birthday a few days ago, and I was fondly remembering him, and John Denver’s musical tribute to ‘Calypso’. Which led me to one of my favorite JD songs: ‘The Eagle and the Hawk’ - a tribute to Horus if there ever was one. I found it uplifting...