This weekend, Memorial Day (tribute to the noble slain, Valhalla, etc.) is Fleet Week in NYC. Here’s the USS New York {LPD-21}, an amphibious assault ship that’s made from steel salvaged from the World Trade Center. We note the photo op of capturing Lady Liberty (Isis) between the twin octagonal “towers” of New York.
The Patch:
This is an interesting example of a “ritual” that only a very few would be conscious of or even subconsciously aware. I have to ask my readership:
Is this symbolic alignment an example of my own fevered imagination, or is it an example of Illuminati cunning? Or both?
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I’ve been having a strange conversation with myself that goes like this:
So I decided to start running as a good method of exercise and perhaps with the side benefit of total global domination. The local discount store had Nike AIR MONARCH on sale, seemed appropriate.
I’m watching these syncs manifest "out of the blue" and David Mason of House of Vader reports back on his trip to the Life Ball in Vienna (Europe’s largest AIDS charity event), and the theme this year was AIR. You can imagine how many “angels” showed up. Bonus sync: David muses what could be the money behind such a massive charity ball and he comes up with NAZI GOLD!
The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum - even encourage the more critical and dissident views. That gives people the sense that there’s free thinking going on, while all the time the presuppositions of the system are being reinforced by the limits put on the range of the debate. -Noam Chomsky
There are these insipid “polls” on top of Youtube today, doing a rather hack job of defining the spectrum of debate. You’ll note the people who want “free medicare” are elderly and black, the ones who want to be “free of debt” are white children. I’m guessing this is a Republican ad, since they always claim to be fiscally responsible, never mind that Clinton left office with a balanced budget and it was GWB and the Republican Party who bankrupted the country, ran up the deficit and printed money like there was no tomorrow, all the while defending us from “terra”.
Those of us who advocate for universal health care don’t actually think of it as “free”, we simply think of it as a better allocation of resources than say... Wall St. bailouts, endless wars, or never flagging support for Israel. But those items are never put on the table, are they? Not even by Democrats.
God, you'd think we'd figure this out by now. We need an immediate existential threat that can only be answered by universal health care - like the Zombie Apocalypse!
The Saturday Rapture meme has gone crazy viral, more than I thought it would. Bars in Seattle are offering “End of the World” specials, it almost reminds me of Y2K - Party like it’s 1999! You know, I used to wonder that if a billion people all thought the same thing all at once then it would come true. Now I’m wondering if all it takes is one.
This week I happened to sync three unrelated references to Area 51, and it reminded me of Osiris, since the day of his death was 3/17, 3x17=51. According to some, the ancient gods were alien astronauts, and truth be told, my favorite way of imagining the rapture is as a mass alien abduction. Alien Jesus/Horus finally returns.
The return of Jesus/Horus is called “the wedding feast” in the bible, and Jesus is called “the Bridegroom”. So of course Area 51 surrounds Groom Lake. Maybe one of the the “wedding planners” accidentally crash landed on purpose there.
The root of rapture is RAPE and I don’t know how you plan to welcome alien Jesus Horus back home, but personally, I’m banking on red jockstraps.
I’ve been musing about President Obama, his Kansas mom and the amazing 155 tornadoes accompanying his dramatic birth certificate announcement on April 27. And about Prince William and his “fairy tale wedding” to "Hecate" - the witch of the underworld. I began wondering if Obama and William haven’t somehow “escorted” us over the rainbow to a world much like Oz - the subconscious made ‘flesh’. The place where dreams come true.
Obamothy goes over the rainbow. His White House lands in Oz and immediately kills his "Wicked Witch of the East", or his “Miss Gulch” (Miss Abyss, Miss Ibis). Miss Gulch represent Dorothy’s conscious perception of the adversary, her own shadow. Once she arrives in Oz, she is in the land of the subconscious, so her conscious shadow “dies”. This is not so much a death but a transformation - Miss Gulch becomes the Wicked Witch.
Osama Bin Laden is our collective conscious “shadow”. He (Miss Gulch) died when Obamothy (and all of us) arrived in Oz - “awakening”, in the dreaming mind.
“Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.”
Ding Dong! The Witch is dead.
Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead.
She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below.
Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead!
Canny Munchkins demand proof of death
Mayor: As Mayor of the Munchkin City,
In the County of the Land of Oz,
I welcome you most regally.
Barrister: But we've got to verify it leeegally, to see...
Mayor: To see?
Barrister: If she...
Mayor : If she?
Barrister: Is morally, ethically
Father No.1: Spiritually, physically
Father No. 2: Positively, absolutely
Munchkins: Undeniably and reliably Dead!
So that’s basically where we are right now. We’ll soon get around to certifying the death of our shadow:
Coroner: As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her.
And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.
Mayor: Then this is a day of Independence For all the Munchkins and their descendants.
Barrister: If any.
Mayor: Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked Old Witch at last id dead!
Editor’s note: “at last ID dead” is a serendipitous typo from the lyrics site from which it was copied.
As the Munchkins soon learn to their dismay, the shadow isn’t dead after all.
"I thought you said she was dead!"
“That's her sister. She’s worse than the other one was!”
OK. This sucks. We all get to go "down under" and meet our collective shadow. Am I the only one afraid of the Wicked Witch of the West in all of Munchkin Land? Honestly, this is not gonna be easy, Navy SEALs squirt guns (pails of water) not withstanding.
On the other hand, we're at the very beginning of the yellow brick road, and this is going to be quite the journey. As long as I'm in the land of 'Dreams Come True', I think I'll go check out a few gay bars and bath houses along the way - I have a few personal dreams I'd like to see come true.
I'll meet y'all at the Witch's Castle, but this is a big new world, and I intend to go cross country. Have ruby slippers, will travel.
Well, the Royal Wedding and May Day certainly exceeded expectations. We got our KK33 Beltane ritual and so many “lion kings” and “antichrists” spinning around that I’m hoping they are all in serious danger of turning into butter! See the Happy Creatures and MOG for details. I had some crazy dreams that weekend, but the most vivid impression was how it all seemed like a “waking dream”, and after a while a bit difficult to tell what was what?
The role of the devil or Lucifer is to enlighten. That is also the role of Mark Twain’s infamous Mysterious Stranger, No. 44 (currently being played by Obama, the 44th Presider):
"In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever--for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!"
In other words, 44 is a destroyer of illusion, the same “mission statement” as Shiva - the Divine Bowman:
This trident belongs not to the devil, however, but one who is sometimes mistaken for him: Shiva, the Divine Bowman. Its spinning arms are the three cities of Tripura- in the words of author Heinrich Zimmer, 'the amalgamated demon-citadel of the world', wrought from iron, silver and gold on the three great planes of earth, sky and heaven. Three great cities in constant rotation; so designed to cheat the prophecy that they- and the Empire they nourish- must one day fall prey to a single bolt from Shiva's bow; a feat that can be accomplished only when the moon floats into a certain rare orbit, and all three rotating cities are conjunct. --Ben Fairhall
While Ben draws a line between the devil’s pitchfork and Shiva’s trident, I suspect they are one and the same. As far as reality and illusion, I'm the man in the middle. the real world appears more illusory every day, while the dreaming mind seems more concrete.
Maybe it's a growing sympathy for the devil, or a realization that he has to exist, for now. We apparently require an adversary to expand beyond what we are to what we will become.
I was watching a Class of the Titans episode about Cerberus being released from the gates of Hades - Man's Worst Enemy (a process we are now undergoing) and the lyre played a pivotal part, because the lyre is the only instrument that can tame the big dog. The teens all have a very disdainful opinion of the lyre, calling it “lame”. Apollo says “I play the lyre”. The mortal responds:
I’ve been on a strange tangent (so in other words, normal) that began last weekend whilst out at Hood Canal. That’s where I was during the OBL Beltane ritual and I didn’t have much internet so it was a bit frustrating.
We went to the co-op in the afternoon to pick up some things for dinner. I was grumpy and was trying to find some snack to eat and just sort of randomly chose some Nancy’s cottage cheese, with “billions of cultures”. It was unusually tasty, I mean, seriously more delicious than I recall it ever being? I actually had to stop myself from devouring the entire tub!
Later we were at Safeway and I had a “call of nature”, and while finishing up I suddenly recall an old nursery rhyme:
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet,
eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
who sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away
As I finished the last word of the verse, I turned to see a big bio-hazard symbol on the disposal bin on the wall, and I just stared at it, thinking this was all very strange. (The bio-hazard symbol has become my personal Shiva symbol).
The funny thing is that I had a boyfriend named Moffat who my best friend nicknamed “Little Miss Muffet”.
A day later we are walking the dogs and pass this mailbox:
One of the consistent memes about “alien” invasion is that they wouldn’t try a full on military assault, they’d infiltrate via genetically engineered nanobots or something. And of course, cows are THE classic “alien abduction” victim. Big Guy’s very first act was to save some cows from alien abduction!
If I were writing the story (and I am) The dairy cow would be the “Trojan Horse”, containing tiny Greek nanobot warriors, or in other words, Daisy would be “delivering the mail”.
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