Wedding Crashers

Stela Maris

Var and I walked down to the NW Isis (Maritime) Center on Saturday afternoon, the 23rd of August. The patio was all set up for a wedding, with the alter standing at the foot of the dock, looking out to the sea. "Mary’s wedding" I thought. I noticed three powerful motor yachts rafted up together just offshore - three Sea RAYS. These high horsepower yachts resonated sea horses to me, arranged in a trident formation. Perhaps the father of the bride had arrived.

On SUN day, the 24th, a 6.1 richter scale earthquake struck Northern California, as synchronystically predicted by Loren Coleman in his 8/20 post Trident Alert, Watch August 24

Poseidon’s trident was aimed squarely at Napa Valley — wine country. Speaking mythically, the “country of wine” would be the Kingdom of Dionysus — the God of wine. We’ve studied Di quite a bit over the years here on Gosporn, connecting him to the ancient Greek mystery cults that likely became the early Christian Gnostic cults, with Jesus standing in for Dionysus in the role of ego-death savior. It is no accident that the most sacred of Christian rites involves a cup of wine, or that Jesus is called “the vine”. We suspect the wine was spiked.

Bacchus and his bride, Ariadne. Titian, 1522

Fun sync, the first miracle of Jesus recorded in the Gospels takes place at a wedding, in Cana of Galilee. As a favor to his mother, Mary, he turned the water into wine.

Tom Bacchus on the Vine posted a rare homoerotic update to his blog today. Bacchus was the Roman version of Dionysus.

Angels and Demons sync: Galileo and Galilee - a "union"of science and religion, or Ego and Id.

Hidden Treasure

Plutocracy (from Greek πλοῦτος, ploutos, meaning "wealth", and κράτος, kratos, meaning "power, dominion, rule") or plutarchy, defines a society or a system ruled and dominated by the small minority of the wealthiest citizens.

Pluto is the Roman name for Hades, the God of the Underworld: “the God of hidden wealth”.

The Romans named him Dis, or Pluto, the Latin form of his Greek title Plouton, "the Lord of Riches."

Skateboard riding Marty McFly resonates Pluto, or Hades. He acts, and the wrecked car with the “blind spot” is transformed into the black Toyota pickup truck of your dreams.

I found this guy. He seemed to be resonating Pluto to me, and his hidden treasures.

The thing about dicks is that they resonate horses, and both horses and skateboards resonate "transportation".

Dog is My Co-pilot

I had a weird waking dream last night, that was really more of reliving a memory. I was in alpha sleep, but I was thinking about a woman I had seen a long time ago, in an airport.

At the airport, you always spend a goodly amount of time waiting at the gate. I don’t remember where I was going or why, but I do remember this woman. She was approaching middle-age, but still beautiful and sexy. She had tan, freckled skin, strong bones, strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing an expensive “business suit” made for a woman, which meant a smart jacket and shirt, open collar showing plenty of cleavage, and a very short wool skirt, pantyhose and heels. The skirt was so short that she had to cross her legs to maintain any sense of public decency.

I was in love. Here was a beautiful woman, obviously intelligent and “all business”, dressed like an uncommon whore. Think Sigourney Weaver or Angie Dickinson.

So last night, I had this long conversation with her, or really, with myself, about how I would approach her in an airport and try to get to know her, because she was so fascinating. I wanted to know why such a lovely and capable woman was dressed like a corporate whore, and well, you can’t just walk up and ask, can you? Well you can, but you won’t get a very real answer.

So my “ploy” was simply to approach her as a gay man, and say right out that I’m not interested in banging her but I’d love to get to know her. In hindsight, I may have been approaching this obvious man trap like a poor man - if you don’t value the goods, or if you don’t have the money, keep walking.

But for some reason I liked the idea, that maybe this woman, this whore of Babylon personified, might like to talk with a man who sees her, and is curious about her, and certainly the sex object aspect is fascinating, but who doesn’t actually want to fuck her. An interesting way to spend the next 10 minutes before boarding the flight?

So anyway, it was curious that I remembered this memory so strongly last night, and of course, I wonder if she was not personifying my own anima, which was why she resonated so strongly for me, in the first place.

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NOTES:

I had some strong “Cross” syncs today. Are the crossed legs of my virgin whore also represented by the cross of Christendom? This is one of those questions that get you tossed out of Seminary, but perhaps initiated into the Illuminati.

Dog = Dog Star = Sirius = Isis = Divine Feminine. Just saying.

A License to Chill

Var and I got a new car a few weeks ago. Not a real new car, but a new car for us - a 2007 Toyota. It was in great shape and we like it a lot, but there was one thing: the previous dealer had screwed in one license plate bolt so hard (probably a compressed air drill) that it was impossible to take off the dealer plate frame. I mused that they did it on purpose, because the dealer plate frame was good advertising. We stripped the bolt trying. Fuck. This would not be a big deal, except the state mandated we needed new plates by August 22, so we HAD to get that damned screw loose.

Naturally, in cases like this... I often attempt magic. It never works.

But today…

I walked downtown this afternoon - there was a weird repetitive sync of the same beat up minivan driving by me at least 3 times, and the last time it actually parked in front of me, engine idling. In hindsight it was like... OK, Zebra really wants me to notice this fucking van. What stood out was a bumper sticker that said STOP WARS in the same font as STAR WARS.

When I got back home, Varen was in the driveway, working on the cursed locked bolt in the license plate frame and I walked over to help him out, it occurred to me to try using the magic words: “May the Force be with me.” He gave me the screwdriver to turn while he turned the bolt with a wrench. He said “Use the force” right before we started. And lo, the fucking bolt finally turned!

So, using the Force, we finally got our new license plate:

7777

There is something really weird going on. In the old days you would say “In the name of Jesus Christ” or something similar to make magic happen. If the collective subconscious is influenced by constant meme impressions and reinforcement (hence, the reason for advertising), then maybe something has changed. Maybe the collective impressions on the subconscious has shifted away from the 1500 year old dogma of the Catholic Church, and towards a modern pulp science fiction epic. I mean, “impressions” are everything in advertising, and we all know that church attendance keeps dropping, and we all know that even today, odds are that you’ll walk into a video store with Star Wars playing. It’s as if, at some time in the recent past, the Star Wars eyeballs finally exceeded the Church eyeballs. Think of it: there was one guy who stayed home from church on one fateful Sunday, but instead popped in Star Wars Episode IV, and suddenly our reality changed.

In the future will they say: “The Force is great, and Lucas is his prophet”?

Fresh memes seem to work better on the Id, and God only knows what a stale old fish the church has become. Maybe he really DID send George Lucas to shake things up.

Which is why we now say “Use the Force”, and it actually works.

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NOTE: The license plate number itself is an odd sync, because Varen went to get a new plate a few days ago, but the next one up was …4966. He hates sixes, so he begged off and went again today. He asked the nice clerk if he could choose the number of his plate out of those in the stack behind her, and she responded “no, you have to take the next plate in line”. Which was 4977. Or 7777 if you like. The sevens reminded me of the “license to kill” of James Bond, 007.

Loosening a frozen bolt is all well and good, but, can the Force actually do what the bumper sticker says? STOP WAR.

I note the Twilight Language: Death in the Pope's Family today.

Sun vs. Sun

All the world's a stage

You'll notice that Eurasia and Africa constitute the majority of the land mass of the world. Eurasia and Africa combined also has the vast bulk of the population of the world. Notice the size of England to the far left of the map. It's tiny (it is actually smaller than the map indicates because this is a Mercator map which exaggerates the size of Britain and diminishes the real size of Africa by quite a bit). And Japan over at the right hand fringe of the vast Eurasian continent. It's tiny, too. Yet both these countries have historically caused massive problems for the peoples of Eurasia.

There is something very odd going on here.

Winter Patriot

As we all know, I’m fairly obsessed with 1941, and December 7, in particular. My dad’s football jersey no. was 41, Captain America was “born” in 1941, our friend Bob was really born on 12/7/41.

Section V of Rebuilding America's Defenses, entitled "Creating Tomorrow's Dominant Force", includes the sentence: "Further, the process of transformation, even if it brings revolutionary change, is likely to be a long one, absent some catastrophic and catalyzing event––like a new Pearl Harbor" (51).[15]

The PNAC wished for a “New Pearl Harbor”, and got what they wanted on Sept. 11, 2001.

Even though the Japanese sunk many battleships that Sunday, the Arizona is the one memorialized. The Final Countdown features the Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor to great cinematic effect, and I began to wonder why this ship, of all ships, is so central to the 1941 mythos. Bonus time travel sync was that I was wearing my new Arizona brand jeans from J.C. Penney when I watched The Final Countdown.

Ensign of Japan - Land of the Rising Sun

Arizona - Land of the sunset

“The flag of Arizona consists of 13 rays of red and weld-yellow on the top half, the colors of the flag of Spain, representing the 13 original states. The red and yellow also symbolize Arizona's picturesque sunsets.”

The sun never Sets on the British empire

Hawaiian Flag

This is the flag of Hawaii, the most Western outpost of Set, and the most dangerously close to the rising sun in the east. Also, the home state of Obama.

Perhaps Pearl Harbor was an attack of the rising sun on the sunset. Horus vs. Set.

The Dogon the Hat in the Road

Bonus zebra points in upper right

I attended the Olympia Sync Summit this past weekend, which was… fucking amazing. I think everyone had moments of “pinch me, I’m dreaming” as we witnessed and took part in an intense coming together of sync over the weekend of the Super Duper Moon. I had to leave early on Sunday, to go help my mom pack stuff up - she is moving out of her house on Hood Canal. Driving out on the North Shore Road, I saw a lonely purple hat in the middle of the road, and on a whim I pulled over and jumped out to pick it up.

I’ve been syncing on purple all summer long (see Mystery Rainbow of Babylon) which I associate with ultra-violet, or the high energy lightwaves from the sun that birds and bees can see. Purple is the color of royalty, and violet is the color of the crown chakra, so I began to see this dog emblazoned cap as a sort of crown.

You can’t attend a sync conference without Sirius, or the “dog star” coming up in conversation, it’s as guaranteed as 911 conspiracy theory. Sirius is associated with Isis. The crown of Isis?

Super Moon

While in Olympia (fairly dripping with gods, goddesses and mountain top symbolism) Andras Jones took us on a walk of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, where we accomplished an assent to Kether, or the Crown.

Keter (Hebrew:About this sound כֶּתֶר (help·info), lit. Crown) also known as Kether, is the topmost of the Sephirot of the Tree of Life in Kabbalah. Since its meaning is "crown", it is interpreted as both the "topmost" of the Sephirot and the "regal crown" of the Sephirot. It is between Chokmah and Binah (with Chokmah on the right and Binah in the left) and it sits above Tiphereth. It is usually given three paths, to Chokmah, Tiphereth, and Binah.

Also, Will Morgan presented an amazing sync collage centered on Viggo Mortenson, who plays “The King”. Kings of course, all have crowns, aka fancy hats.

Wagging the Dogstar

Arriving at my mom’s house, I see this syncy truck parked next door, which featured a 501 on the tailgate (Levi’s 501, 51 being the multiple of 3x17, or in other words, a strong Osiris sync) But the company name is Hatton, and I read “hat on”. Like, put the hat on, or put the crown on.

Now, the husband of Isis is Osiris, so I interpret the sync message as: become the Green Man. Become Osiris. But hold on (to your hat) a minute, because if you become Osiris, you basically become a man marked for death. He is the dying king, and god of the underworld, after all.

As I helped my mother pack her books to give to the “Friends of the Library”, we packed up my old books from childhood. It was a serious moment of appreciation. One stood out:

The Hat

About a magical hat with a magenta ribbon that granted its wearer every wish. In the last chapter the hat blows of the head of its now wealthy owner as he speeds down the road in an open motor car, and is then found by a beggar, in the middle of the road.

Update 8/23/14

If the dog on the hat is a symbol for Sirius - the dog star, then it is akin to the Pope’s mitre, representing the fish-headed alien that is the foundation of all the world’s religions:

The primordial source of all our religions lies with the ancestors of the Dogon tribe, who got their cosmogony and cosmology directly from the three-eyed invaders who visited long ago. The three-eyed invaders are mute and deaf and telepathic, could not breathe our atmosphere, had the elongated misshapen skull of Ikhnaton, and emanated from a planet in the star system Sirius. Although they had no hands, but had, instead, pincer claws such as a crab has, they were great builders. They covertly influence our history toward a fruitful end. ~VALIS, P.K. Dick

At the Sync Summit, we all gathered at McMenamin’s for an after-hours snack after Andy Shmushkin’s Radio 8-Ball experience on Friday, 8/8. I guess they are trying to reinvent a Masonic Lodge, it’s full of overt Masonic symbols, including the fish-head Babylonian deity on the menu. Fish on Friday?

The pub is AKA the Spar Cafe, at 114 4th Ave. E. in Olympia WA, 98501. That address has most of my personal sync numbers encoded.

This would all be just so much syncerbating except that I’ve been reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown this week, which is all about black and white, good and evil, dark and light, and the reconciliation of opposites (think Zebra) and I was reading chapter 33 (of course) last night, which describes the conclave in Rome, where they choose the new pope. And Varen looks at me funny and I ask him why he’s looking at me so weird, and at first he wouldn't say but I asked again, he says it’s because he sees a glowing white light over my head.

"The Ancient Astronomers saw all the great Symbols of Masonry in the Stars. Sirius glitters in our lodges as the Blazing Star."
~Albert Pike 33° Morals and Dog-ma, page 486

When this baby hits 88 mph, we're going to see some Sirius shit.

Dog Days of Summer

Monday last, a nuclear “super-carrier” steamed into Port Townsend Bay and docked at the Indian Island Naval Ordinance facility across from PT. We don’t get carriers much. The cool sync was that it was the USS Nimitz - the major prop in the 1980 time travel film “The Final Countdown”.

I checked out Netflix to see if the film was available and indeed it was. I watched it last night. Stars Martin Sheen as Warren Lasky, Kirk Douglas as Capt. Matthew Yelland, and Katharine Ross as Laurel Scott (Great Scott!)

They and the crew of the Nimitz are transported back in time by a temporal storm to December 6, 1941. They eventually figure out when they are, and launch an attack upon the Imperial Japanese fleet, ready to defend the USA against an event that had not yet occurred. But the temporal storm returned exactly at that fateful moment and returned the aircraft carrier to its normal time, thus saving the existing timeline from corruption from the future.

The film featured a rescue dog named Charlie, who became the property of Martin Sheen’s character after his owner was left in 1941. Martin has a son named Charlie.

My father, who was no. 41 on his high school football jersey, had a dog named Mike in his childhood.

My sister-in-law is currently in town, house-sitting and caring for a dog named Hannah. She has a daughter named Hannah.

Notes:

Phoenicians called Sirius, Hannabeah (“the Barker”.)

I was shopping for shoes today in Port Angeles, and saw some Osiris brand sk8r shoes. Osiris is connected to Sirius (Isis), the dog star, as her husband.

But ancient Egypt provides the most regal history for Sirius. Initially, it was Hathor, the great mother goddess, who was identified with Sirius. But Isis soon became the major archetype, sharing honors with the title of Sirius as the Nile Star. An icon of Sirius as a five-pointed star (shades of the Golden Mean) has been found on the walls of the famous Temple of Isis/Hathor at Denderah. ~ halexandria.org