When Good Greens Go Bad - Update

Some say that gods are just a myth, but guess who I’ve been dancing with...

I’ve had a lot of very strong “pied piper” syncs lately. I conflated Hamlin with the “global village”, infested with “rats in high places” who eat all the "grain". Alan from All The Happy Creatures reminded me that the primordial piper is Pan, with his cloven hooves, horns and horny nature. He is the god of shepherds and flocks, of mountain wilds, hunting and rustic music, and the companion of the nymphs. Pan is connected to fertility and the season of spring.

His wonderful image has somehow become associated with the Christian devil, which says a lot about the church’s fundamental opposition to nature, never mind that Jesus himself is one of a very long line of fertility gods, being “born again” every spring. The New Testament begins the tale in Matthew 1:1, by counting back the genealogy of Jesus to make sure that the Messiah is clearly descended from a shepherd, who’s talent with “rustic music” was recorded as the Psalms.

So let’s just call a spade a spade. Jesus was David, who was Pan, who was Osiris, who was Min. Same god, many masks. Our modern name for this primordial force of nature is 'Fuck'. Fuk-U-shima. in J-Pan. With Exposed Rods of Irony. I'm pretty sure modern Jesus would be called an eco-terrorist.

Rabbit holes quickly develop a mind of their own, so while I’m pondering this, Greg at Mythulinity posts an episode from ‘Class of the Titans’ which features a “new KID” at school: a boy who calls himself DJ Panic, who is promoting his fundraiser dance for “The Green Alliance” - an obvious Greenpeace stand in. As it turns out, DJ Panic is actually Pan. The former hippie has gone “postal” and is delivering “payback” for the many crimes against nature. The “garden” goes to hell as plants mutate into giant, man-eating flowers that spit acid like a dragon spits fire. His weapon is his music. Just like the Pied Piper. Call it a Panic Attack.

Class of the Titans - Episode 5 "The Nature of Things" Part 1.

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UPDATE 4/27

With the recent arrival of ‘Class of the Titans’ into my sync hole, I realized this was familiar territory because I did a post about ‘Clash of the Titans’ Back in April, 2009. Starring Harry HAMLIN.

Yesterday I got an email that referenced a Seattle boat designer who’s office is on Hamlin St.

These pipers... they be getting rowdy!

It's Showtime!

Welcome back, my friends
to the show that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend!
Come inside! Come inside!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a Really Big Shew for you tonight. You’ve already seen the opening act, courtesy of the Rising Sun:

With “all that’s good and green on this earth” under threat, Next year’s harvest appears in jeopardy. Unless...  we find a Harvest King and conduct a global Beltane ritual:

Prince William and Kate Middleton would like you to believe that the date of their wedding was chosen for practical purposes, pertaining to the social schedules of the participants, perhaps. According to Time Magazine, they “spent weeks deciding on a wedding date, repeatedly liaising with officials at Buckingham Palace, No. 10 Downing Street and Westminster Abbey.” But they had no idea that the date they had chosen, April 29th, was also the date that Adolf Hitler had married Eva Braun, before they both killed themselves in his bunker the following day. --Tracy Twyman

I'm afraid this is one invitation you can't refuse. Keep your schedule open for April 29. Also, keep an eye out for clever “wicker man”, "scapegoat" and “king kill” symbolism during the show, both subtle and not so much.

If all goes according to plan, the fertility ritual will result in...

Trust me, you won’t want to miss that scene! Parental advisory, this act is rated R.

Post coital, the “logos” moves towards the "egg", in hopes of fertilization. We’ve really out done ourselves with this act, folks, and I’ll give you a hint to keep your eye on the sky:

Those distinctive symbols suggest that it may refer to an upcoming date in June of 2011. To be more precise, the Milk Hill crop picture of 2009 seems to show a rare planetary alignment which will only occur once in the near future on June 1, 2011. It also shows an extra anomalous symbol to represent a “new astronomical object” in our solar system, currently of unknown origin, which will supposedly be seen on the same date. -cropcircleconnector

Thank you for attending the show, I'm sure it will exceed your highest expectations. Remember that once seated, you may not leave the theatre until the final curtain.

The Piper Gets an Advance

I live on 22nd street so naturally I’m interested in the Fool, in all his many costumes. The Jester, Joker, Parsifal or Fool, is usually portrayed wearing bright multi colors, which is the same meaning as “pied”. The pied piper rids Hamlin from a scourge of rats, but is not paid properly by the villagers, so he takes their children, instead.

Remember back on 3/17 when the “widow of Osiris” offered to help financially with Oliver’s vet bills? Well, she followed through, and she delivered on April 1. I chuckled at the time... saying to myself, “I guess sometimes even the fool gets paid”.

The funny thing is, we have recently discovered rats in the attic. And it occurred to me that “rat” could mean any kind of parasitic character that eats by taking cheese from its host, say for instance... bankers. Hmmm. How to rid the global village of an infestation of bankers? That’s gonna take one hell of a better mouse trap. Either that or a damn good flute.

A fool and his money are soon parted, and well, I’m a good example of that. I just don’t work for money, it’s not the way I’m wired. Or rather, I can be induced to work for money since that’s how I eat, but I don’t much like it. Truth is, I want what money can’t buy.

“He doesn’t want money. He wants what money can’t buy”

I wonder, what ever happened to those children of Hamlin? Maybe they became pipers themselves.

Getting Clear

“Clear” is a word that keeps syncing back at me. Clear blue sky, getting clear of obstacles, Clear Wire.

Clear in Dianetics and Scientology is one of two levels a practitioner can achieve on the way to personal salvation. A state of Clear is reached when a person becomes free of the influence of engrams, unwanted emotions or painful traumas not readily available to the conscious mind. Scientologists believe that human beings harbor memories of past lives, and that by applying dianetics they can reach Clear.

Is it bad form to sync with discredited sci-fi cults? I don’t think so, since that would disqualify all the ancient religions with their sky Gods, flying chariots and such. But it IS true that I’ve felt a bit cloudy or foggy as I attempt to focus on the Man in the Mirror. Maybe my engrams are getting in the way? I’ll try a shot of Windex*.

As I gaze into the mirror, I’m reminded of the myth of Narcissus, who fell in love with his own reflection. Daffodils, or Narcissus, are all in bloom this week, and I’ve always found them to be unusually cheerful flowers, the harbingers of spring. Gay men tend toward the Narcissistic, of course, but in the end, all spiritual seeking evolves into a seeking after your true Self, which is perhaps a form of Gnostic Narcissism. I think this classic clip from Big Business starring Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin pretty much sums up where I'm at right now.


 “Who are you, and where the hell do you come from!?”

*In My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the father of the bride had a universal solution to every ailment: a squirt of Windex.

Wake Up Call

SAM I am, the Hammering Man

Yesterday I went to visit sis for lunch (bro and I used to call her “twisted sister”, so there ya go) who didn’t remember I was coming over at noon because she was passed out in bed with a half empty magnum of Gallo’s finest standing silent witness. I gently nudged her shoulder and spoke quietly to try to awaken her so as to not cause a start, as I took out the phone and began to dial 911. She moved a bit and mumbled. Good. Saturday wasn’t going to be a 911 day.

Today, I find myself sending a belated April Fools letter to a friend.

All pathos and comedy aside, It sort of snuck up on me. I’M the one who is asleep! I’m in this dualistic  nightmare and I can’t wake up!!! Islamo-Secular? Commie-Fascist?? Hello? It’s not just me. The very fact that our political discourse has suddenly become an insane conjunction of opposites is just par for the golf course of dualism realizing its singularity.

You know, I hate to admit it, but I actually threatened a hammer at the man in the mirror today. Apparently gentle nudges and speaking quietly is not working. I’m not just asleep, I’m comatose. I dunno, maybe threats will work. It seems to work for everyone else, why not try it on my Self?  Sometimes, it takes a bit of, shall we say, “theatrics”, to wake up. Wake up! Wake the fuck up!!!