Santa, The Time Lord

Santa is a Hexagon Time Lord. He lives at the North Pole, where it's all ice and snow, and where time has no meaning. The sun never rises or sets, no way to mark the passing of days.

Santa travels the frozen dimensions of space-time in his sled. A sled functions by the friction of ice under the runners, melting the snow to create a slick film that permits effortless gliding. This may be the real secret of the 33rd degree Freemason. See Tom Slick.



I've long been fascinated by ice yachts - wind powered sleds. every sailboat, whether it sails over solid or liquid water, operates by harnessing opposing force vectors. It is an elegant mode of travel that requires no heat, combustion, or smashing of atoms.

Winner Gets Time Control

Harnessing the twins

Santa is guided by Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer (his penis, or Eros) but his motivational energy comes from giving gifts. Or rather, both gifts and coal - he knows if you've been naughty or nice. It would appear that Santa's sled is powered by harnessing the twin pillars of duality - good and evil, mercy and wrath.

I imagine Santa harnessing the powers of both good and evil within, thus propelling his consciousness through the various and limitless dimensions of possibility. Apparently, the only way to fly is to give it all away.

Fortunately, my pillar of selfishness is extremely well developed. One can only imagine the time warp created by giving the most meager of gifts.

Merry Christmas, all. And let us not forget that space-time sledding is a sport to be enjoyed all year long, not only at Christmas.

One Caveat: Giving in secret may multiply time-warp effect exponentially. Use with caution.

Upon Reaching the Summit

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!

The end of the Mayan Long Count is the end of an Age, not the end of the world. Time is not fluid - it is a solid, crystalline structure - ask any Tralfamadorian. We live in a frozen time block universe, and the only thing that actually flows is our consciousness, from one iceberg of space-time to another.

Space-time is shaped like a diamond, not an hourglass. We might suppose that the Neolithic fertility goddess is more "true to form" than more modern body types, but the sentiment is consistent. She is the fabric of space-time, the four dimensional page upon which our will is written.

It occurred to me that the Abominable Snowman, or Yeti, is the personification of frozen block space-time.

A Timeless Terror!

The experience of our souls, to be frozen to our seats in a time block-buster theater.

The curious thing about Aleister Crowley was that while he was a wizard of renown, he also climbed mountains. Perhaps he was climbing the frozen diamond Eon of Horus, and he got there a little bit ahead of us. But tomorrow, we all arrive, together. Gridlock?

The top of the space-time pyramid is not a destination - but a terminal. A Grand Central Station of possible universes that exist together only at certain points, or mountain tops, of space-time. That is why there are suddenly billions of living souls here, at the Conjunction Junction. We are drawn, like moths to a flame, to a rare place in time - where/when all things are possible.

It's Magic Mountain, E-ticket time. If you don't have a ticket to ride, maybe jump a gate or three. I'll see you on the down hill slide.

Thanks to J.D. for the Led Zeppelin lyrics.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

Jesus is Coming

I was watching The Da Vinci Code this week which is all about (sexual) worship of the divine feminine, often represented by the pentacle or anything with five points of symmetry, such as an apple, or rose. Venus, called "the morning star" is associated with the pentagram via its path in the nigh sky.

And then I saw the above GIF.

I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star. ~ Revelation 22:16

The Grail is nigh.

That Goy Gay Guy

I'm reading The Wandering Who, a Study of Jewish Identity Politics, by Gilad Aztmon. It's biting commentary on tribal thinking, marginal bias, and internalized ideas of racial exceptionalism. He frequently references Gay Lib as an analogy for Zionism and I can't disagree - some of the parallels are obvious - except that queers ran through the process in a bit over 40 years, not several millennia.

Gay with a capital G tribal identity was born 6/28/69 - the Stonewall Riots in Greenwich Village, NYC, and 43 years later, same-sex couples can legally marry in the State of Washington as of 12/6/12. We, the formerly marginalized, now openly host talk shows on TV, run corporations, enlist in the army, join churches and even get married within them. We're at that point of cultural assimilation where pretty soon there won't be any need for gay bars, rainbow flags or pride parades, except as quaint reminders of a culture that grew up in the margins of a formerly homophobic society. It's a stunning turn around, and it all happened during my lifetime.

On one hand I'll miss the camaraderie. There is a secret delight in secret bars, signals and codes that are only known to "insiders". There is also a certain clarity that comes with a marginalized existence, a right of cultural criticism that is earned only once you step outside the boundaries of Normal.

On the other hand, I won't miss the religious demonizing, shunning, slurring, bashing, teen suicides and all the rest.

Unlike the Jews, the Gays don't have a particular religion attached, unless you consider cock sucking to be a religion, which I sorta do. However we haven't made some crazy cult out of it, and even if we did, we'd only be echoing certain orgiastic "Dionysian" fertility cults that go back a long way before Abraham was ever born. If anything, the gay "religion" is a return to the Id, an acceptance and even celebration of a side of human consciousness that seemed nearly DOA at birth, but instead grew and flourished, even through hardships that would have challenged even Moses. I suppose the only truly exceptional "quality" you can pin on gay men is our horniness.

Like Judaism, you don't have to be born gay to be "gay", and I've met plenty of straight folks who are much gayer than I. Likewise, it is now fine to be a gay prude, in fact, you can now be a gay anything, including a gay Jew. Embracing the Id tends to make us feel happy and fulfilled (when not stymied by cultural taboos), so in a while, the word gay may evolve back into its original meaning.

lighthearted and carefree : Nan had a gay disposition and a very pretty face.
characterized by cheerfulness or pleasure : we had a gay old time.

I like how the meaning of gay is similar to Jovial, related to Jove or Jupiter. The dawning of the Age of Aquarius is the re-acceptance of the Id - our inner "gay".

Currently gay may also means "stupid" or "lame", yet another cosmic joke, because Hephaestus or Vulcan was the "lame god", who was rescued by Dionysus and returned to Mt. Olympus.

Happy and gay is he who lives in harmony with his own Id.

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NOTES:

Legal Gay marriage AND legal Mary Jane, all on the same day. If that's not the Promised Land, it's pretty damn close.

Apparently Goy Gay is not my own clever idea.

Hexagon Time Lords

The Hexagon is a six-sided polygon.

A hexagon sits over the north pole of Saturn - identifying the shape with Cronos, or time.

The snowflake is a frozen time-drop of water that always conforms to a hexagonal pattern.

Time is an illusion created by the movement of ego consciousness from one frozen time-block experience to another.

The light of the movie projector is a metaphor for ego consciousness, creating the illusion of time.

Cinema - Iceman

Time travel is frozen time-block travel: the frozen Delorean.

The timepiece on the left is made from Delorean skin.

Saturn is the grim reaper. But can we beat the clock?

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The Star of David forms a hexagon within.

The Star of Life forms a hexagon when the points are connected. The healing Rod of Asclepius resides within.

Jacob Mott draws the Big Watch Boiz. Note the healing rod. A Pop Sickle.

Unnatural Selection

Finished Kraken on the great alignment of 12/3/12. Even though it's set in an alternate magicked London, the theme of apocalypse is the driver, and the antagonists are the Evolutionists vs. the Creationists. Not so different from our "real life" world, really. The trial of the century, the State of Tennessee vs. Scopes. We thought it was over, but it can never be over, as long as that book is around.

Things have gotten overly syncy lately - all my favorite symbols are acting up. In Kraken, Billy the Evolutionist who works at Darwin Center, finds sanctuary in the London embassy of the Sea. The Lonely Gay had his day in court last week, and I recalled how Julian Assange found asylum in the Ecuador embassy in London.

Ecuador includes the Galápagos Islands.

The islands are geologically young and famed for their vast number of endemic species, which were studied by Charles Darwin during the voyage of the Beagle. His observations and collections contributed to the inception of Darwin's theory of evolution by natural selection.

Var and I took a big load of household trash to the dump on Alignment Day. We waited inline with our rented U-haul pickup for the next available slot, and as soon as we pulled up, a big black truck with Spartan Concrete left, so we took the Spartan's place. Get that ball into the End Zone.

SJSU - Jesus!

Our own refuse included the remnants of a plywood pyramid that I had made, back when I was trying to build a home-made time machine in the garage. The sides of the pyramid are equilateral triangles, and Var laid them into the pickup truck so they overlapped like a Star of David. I'm not sure what we were carrying in the back of our truck, was it the Torah, or British Israelism, or Christianity or what, but whatever it was, it was an old pyramid scheme and we had no use for it anymore. So into the Great Recycler it went.

I only mention British Israelism because that was the day the Royals announced their latest spawn, and we all know they think they are the blood decedents of Jesus. And Israel is in the news again, killing more Arabs.

The Star of David is the symbol of Jehovah - God to some, Demiurge to others - the deity of the Middle East. The Spartans are Greeks, the cunning victors in the Trojan War. Talk about a clash of Titans!

A usual, I have no idea what to make of these unusually overt symbols.