So I have this little cat that comes to visit me when I go outside in the twilight to watch the International Space Station fly over. She startled me at first, since I was looking up when I felt a soft, gentle rub against my ankles. She was a little gray tabby, and she really wanted to make friends… rubbing, purring, doing that cute thing cats do so well. A few days later I walked outside again to view the ISS, and she was there in about a minute. She has no collar or ID. Will she be there again, tonight?
I don’t know why I subscribe to SpottheStation@mail.nasa.gov but I do. Maybe a reminder of when I innocently believed the hype about space travel, or when the US and Russia could actually collaborate on something. Maybe it’s the predictable, man-made, clock-like nature of the station sightings, a defense against the growing chaos.
Knowing that NASA leaves no mythical stone unturned, I’m sure that ISS was a play on Isis, the great Egyptian goddess and mother figure. Wife of Osiris, mother of Horus, proto-type Mary archetype and all the rest.
Hmmm… cats, Isis, space:
Star Trek TOS Episode Assignment: Earth. Some guy named Gary Seven is abducted by aliens, perfected, and returned to earth with the assignment to enable a near disaster of an armed rocket blah blah but he has a black cat names Isis. Who shape-shifts into a lovely woman from time to time.
I guess my little feral cat just chose a name for herself.
It turns out that we have entered the Dog Day of summer, which is the traditional date of the helical rising of the "Dog Star" Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky, as well the traditional opening of the Dog Days.
Sirius, being the brightest star in the sky (up until ISS) is also associated with Isis, go figure. So we have a man-made “brightest-star” passover in the Dog Days, usurping the stars of the old gods. And yet, here is a real cat, a beautiful biological creature, who rubs me on my ankles when I go out to witness her. As if she is telling me to look down and notice her.
Hi everyone. It’s been a while. Last we met, I was blogging in March 2020 about the Corona of the King, Evergreen and the Green Man Osiris.
On March 23, the Ever Given, a Golden-class container ship of the Evergreen Line, managed to drive herself into a sand bank of the Suez Canal, stopping up the flow of global commerce to the tune of $400 million per hour, which is akin to a banker heart attack.
Just to remind you all, this was at the end of the Osiris/Green Man/St. Patrick Holy Week that kicked off on 3/17. Evergreen represents the Green Man - Osiris, the Egyptian god of the dead and of life, and the true king of Egypt. The ship, compared often to the Empire State Building in size, resonates the twin towers of Manhattan, but most importantly, it is Egypt, the Nile, the pharaohs and all of that old time religion.
There was a brief fake news story by internet trolls the CIA about the ship being captained by the lovely Marwa Elselehdar, the first female captain in the Egyptian Navy. The ever reliable Snopes says that ain’t true, but it serves the myth anyway, because she is the spitting image of Isis, the wife of Osiris. She is probably also a twin from an ancient bloodline.
The ship was allegedly blown off course by a desert wind storm. Set, the mortal enemy of Osiris, is the god of the desert, and of storms. However, note her GPS track:
It is Isis who fashions a golden phallus with which to impregnate herself with the seed of Osiris, and give birth to Horus, the falcon-headed son.
In the early evening of March 26, the Pacific Northwest witnessed a strange meteor shower that was attributed to “space debris” from the Space X Falcon rocket.
Via Nextdoor: “Huge meteor just now! Wow! Never seen anything like it. It went from one horizon to another and broke up into a jillion glittery glowing pieces!”
Another name for Horus is “Horus on the horizon”.
So we have the gigantic EVERGREEN Line phallus shaped ship, resonating Osiris and fertility, the Suez Canal resonating Isis, the Nile, the Kingdom of Egypt, and the Pharaohs. The ship is the "Golden class" representing the golden phallus Isis made to impregnate herself with Horus, and then debris from Falcon Horus shoots a huge wad of "space junk" over the skies of the Pacific Northwest.
The ship was finally pulled free of the canal bank by 14 tugboats. Osiris was cut into 14 pieces by Set and cast into the Nile. Isis diligently recovered all the pieces but was unable to find the phallus, hence the need for the golden replacement.
This ritual drama all came about under the waxing and waning of the full moon on March 28 (The Ides of March), and Isis is considered a moon goddess. It was, in fact, the extra-high tide of this “super moon” that allowed the Ever Given to finally float free. It also occurred during Easter week, which is the Christian version of the Osiris myth of death and resurrection, as well as Passover.
The first Coronavirus (Crown virus) death in the US occurred at Evergreen hospital, in King County, in the state of Washington, nicknamed The Evergreen State. What are we to make of this strange repeating of the Evergreen motif? Was the USA made out to be a symbolic Egypt? George Washington, the first president, Freemason and founder of the original St. Patrick’s Day on March 17, 1780 is a worthy stand-in for Osiris and the Pharaoh.
Clara: When I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for three months, so my father bought me this telescope and put it next to my bed so I could see everything out my window.
It is interesting that during my 2020 lockdown, I discover that my sync “bible”, the Back to the Future series, contains a reference to quarantine. In BTTF Part 3, Clara asks Doc Brown to fix her damaged telescope, and thus blossoms their love affair. The telescope as a symbol of sight, vision, insight and knowledge, as well as Clara’s name, which is latin for “bright and clear”.
So maybe, the quarantine can give us a BTTF “telescope” as well, a vision of our future, both personal and collective. I know it has caused a great deal of introspection for myself as well as with my neighbors.
In BTTF Part 3, the telescope scene begins with:
"Clara: That one's called Copernicus. She laughs. Listen to me, I feel like I'm teaching school!
Doc: Oh, please, continue your lesson. He laughs. I never found lunar geography so fascinating. You're quite knowledgeable.
Nicolaus Copernicus was a Renaissance-era mathematician and astronomer, who formulated a model of the universe that placed the Sun rather than Earth at the center of the universe. You know… like a crown.
Copernicus was: “a polyglot and polymath, he obtained a doctorate in canon law and was also a mathematician, astronomer, physician, classics scholar, translator, governor, diplomat, and economist. In 1517 he derived a quantity theory of money—a key concept in economics—and in 1519 he formulated an economic principle that later came to be called Gresham's law.”
Gresham’s law is basically all about currency devaluation of fiat law, and how “bad money drives out good”. Which is a weird sync considering how the US petro dollar took its huge swan dive during the week of the first US death from the coronavirus in Kirkland and the simultaneous contraction of oil futures.
On a certain level I think the sun replacing the earth as the center of the universe is akin to the ego realizing that no, it is not the center of the universe. It’s a tough lesson for we who are made in the image of God to realize, but most of us manage it by the time we are two, or “the terrible twos” as I’ve heard it explained. The rest become sociopaths, revolutionaries, or artists.
As of today, 5/5/20 the pathogen appears to be lifting. Or at least, the oppression. Businesses are beginning to re-open, somewhat flower-like in the spring. People are going back to work. I’ve gotten invitations to social gatherings (with distance). The danger of the virus is receding like a bad dream wave upon the shore.
However, things will never be the same. I just had a conversation with my boss today that I’d never had in all the years that I’ve known him. We covered a million miles of history in one hour! We were frank, and we were very… clear.
My hope is that this virus causes a lense wipe phenom. A mental telescope. Clarity. Clara.
PRINCE Charles, 71, has tested positive for coronavirus, Clarence House announced today. The future king had been displaying mild symptoms but remains in "good health" after being diagnosed with the deadly bug on Monday night. - The Sun
This takes me right back to 2004 when my third sync eye was opened by an amanita mushroom tea given to me by a Seattle shaman. The mushroom imparts the willingness to believe that mythical and symbolic archetypes are real, or at least… have real power in the collective subconscious.
When it began, it implanted a feeling similar to “hair standing up on the back or your neck” when sync happened. Over time, that feeling subsided, but that was the basic test.
To make a really long story short, after reading Dan Brown's 'The DaVinci Code' I figured that this was a blueprint for the revealing of the literal heir of Jesus Christ. I knew it was going to be Prince William. He who was born of Diana on the summer solstice by Caesarean section. And who was given the royal name of William Arthur Philip Louis: The Once and Future King.
Over the many years since, I’ve let go of my early obsession and moved on. And yet, here we are with the coronavirus (King Kill) lined up on Prince Charles the heir apparent, during an unprecedented global economic shutdown and martial law. If Charles dies, then William is next in line. It’s weird how the hairs on the back of my neck are quivering again, and how it’s all coming back around.
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Notes:
On March 11 Tom Hanks announced he and his wife Rita Wilson had contracted the virus. They were in Australia where Hanks was filming. Note that Prince Charles was also in Australia on March 12.
Hanks and Wilson were released from the hospital on March 17. Tom Hanks starred in The DaVinci Code.
The first death in the USA caused by COVID-19 (the coronavirus) occurred on Leap Day 2020 in King County, at Evergreen hospital in Kirkland. That’s a little too close to home for comfort. I grew up in Kirkland, and have spent many an hour at Evergreen, concerned over this friend or that family member.
He was a 50 year old man who lived in a long term care facility. and now 52 people are showing symptoms. 52 playing cards in a deck, 50 states in the Union. Your time is up, Uncle Sam. Show your hand.
Panic is growing in Seattle, Costco is being emptied.
Is there a "signature" to this event?
Today would have been March 1, beware the Ides of March. Will the coronavirus kill a king?
I’ve had enough 19 syncs over the past few years to feel like I own it. I won’t bore you with them except that I always figured they pointed at 2019, and when that came and went, so did my interest. And yet here is COVID-19.
Here comes the Solar Assassin
The reason the solar, crown, king aspect is important is because they embody the central myth of our culture: the sun bringing life to the world, and the sun dying every year at Winter Solstice, only to be reborn again. The ritual performance is recast over and over, from Stonehenge to Osiris to Jesus to MLK.
I am familiar with the Egyptian ritual, involving Osiris murdered by his brother Set. 3/17 is nominally St. Patrick's Day, but synchromystically is is the day set aside by the Freemasons to honor the death of Osiris.
Green is worn on St. Patrick's Day to honor the Green Man, as Osiris was also called. Osiris was often depicted with green skin, to symbolize the sun's blessing of the new crops every year: Evergreen.
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Update: 3/1/20
First coronavirus case in Manhattan. Perfectly timed for the Monday opening of the stock market. It occurs to me that tomorrow could be the worst day the stock market has ever seen. Even 1929. If so, that would be a famous date, sort of like 911 became famous after 9/11/01.
Tomorrow will be 3/2/20. 322 Skull and Bones tell.
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Update 3/3/20
I filled in the above with some more detail and possible pointers. I'll continue to add to this as events unfold. Glad the market didn't crash on 3/2/20.
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Update 3/9/20
Full moon. So the big stock market crash occurred today, losing 2013 points, or 7.9% of its “value”. It is curious that Big Oil took the biggest hit. Greta Thunberg would smile. I would smile too, if it wasn’t for the fact that Greta was taxied across the Atlantic to her famous UN speech in a Rothschild racing yacht. Deep games are at play.
On the King Kill front, Trump may have been exposed to someone who had potential contact with a coronavirus patient.
This person is Mark Meadows. Meadows is the incoming White House chief of staff, replacing Mick Mulvaney. This is like a comic book where the major job qualification is your initials: MM. Like Superman can only love LL women: Lois Lane, Lana Lang.
MM is Marilyn Monroe and Mary Magdalene, and Marty McFly.
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Notes:
We drove to Sequim today to stock up on “supplies”. For a few minutes I thought I had lost my wallet at Discovery Bay Cannabis. That was situated at an old railroad train, turned tourist attraction. The caboose and now pot store was painted in Patriotic colors with 1776, Liberty, etc. adorning the sides. Don’t lose your wallet when the casino crashes.
I stopped at Costco to inquire about new tires. The service clerk was really helpful and happened to sport a skull ring. I even commented on it.
I grew up in Kirkland, or “church land” as I have heard it translated.
I am not inclined to sync prediction since it never pans out the way you see it. Hopefully nothing will happen tomorrow, and if it does, I’m not answering the phone.
I do like how Stonehenge and Masonry sync so well together.
It turns out that presidential candidate “Mayor Pete” is Maltese/American:
“I’m definitely the only left-handed Maltese-American-Episcopalian-gay-millennial-war veteran in the race, but I think profile is just what gets you that first look.”
-Pete Buttigieg
Let me tell you about my Malta syncs:
Perhaps the most famous is The Maltese Falcon, starring Humphrey Bogart. Filmed in 1941 it curiously played a part in the end of WWII, because the nuke that leveled Hiroshima was named after a character in the film - a gay character it turns out - the ‘Little Boy’. And the second nuke to bomb Japan was nicknamed ‘Fat Man’, again, after a gay character from the film. Of course, the seedy male hustler aspect in the original novel by Dashiell Hammett was played down in Hollywood, back in the day.
Little Boy
Fat Man
Maltese small craft races by pirate yachts in Valletta
Malta lines up nicely with the Templars and the Holy Grail mythos, since the Knights of Malta were the last order to remain in business after the purge of 10/13. Grand Master Jean de Valette, “built a new fortified city on the Sciberras Peninsula to fortify the Order's position in Malta and bind the Knights to the island”. The city took his name and was called La Valletta.
I wonder if Pete hews from the aboriginal Maltese islander or from the later noble class of knights? I’d guess the latter.
Meanwhile, I noticed a repeating theme in books that I had rented on Kindle over the past year: they were set in Malta. I hadn’t searched the contents for Malta so it was just odd how that little island kept pushing itself into my consciousness.
Napoleon captured the island in 1798 and expelled the order. All three of my Kindle books referenced this historical event.
The sign of the Maltese cross: four arrowheads pointing towards the center.
Now that I have access once again to the seasonal collection of James Bond movies on Amazon, I watched how a Maltese flagged spy ship from Valletta is sunk in the opening act of For Your Eyes Only.
Last night I saw probably my favorite Bond film: Thunderball, and noticed that it ends with James inflating a red rescue blimp printed with ‘WHEN ARROWS MEET’.
It doesn’t take a huge amount of imagination to assume that an “arrow” represents the masculine organ and well, there is that gay theme again.
Bury your shafts, lads
The Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain, is a fountain surmounted by a winged statue of Anteros, located in Piccadilly Circus in London, England.
In Greek mythology, Anteros (Ancient Greek: Ἀντέρως Antérōs) was the god of requited love, literally "love returned" or "counter-love" and also the punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others, or the avenger of unrequited love.[citation needed] He is one of the Erotes.
Both Eros and Anteros sport arrows. Just what DOES happen when arrows meet?
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NOTES:
The Maltese Falcon naturally connects synchromystically to Horus the falcon-headed god, and to the Millennium Falcon, captained by ‘space pirate’ Han Solo.
“Shaftesbury” is nearly as comical at Buttigieg in the homo name game.
My sync reports on Paris took an unfortunate turn for the real during Easter Holy Week, when Notre Dame cathedral burned down.
A lot of researchers have pointed out the Templar connections to the blaze, given the fact that no less a figure than Jacques DeMolay was immolated in Notre Dame's courtyard. -The Secret Sun
If we are in the middle of a Major Arcana Masonic ritual (and when are we not?), then the destruction of Notre Dame fits the tower trump card a little too well. This pic of the cross of Christendom collapsing like the Eye of Sauron making the rounds.
I imagine “dancing Freemasons” were caught on camera as the tower blazed. The murder of Hiram Abiff in Masonic symbolism is worth a look. (BTTF: the character of “A”Biff Tannen of 809 Mason St. was inspired by Donald Trump).
Hiram Abiff, "a widow's son" from Tyre, skillful in the working of all kinds of metals, was employed to help build King Solomon's Temple.
The legend tells us that one day, whilst worshipping the Grand Architect of the Universe (GAOTU) within the Holy of Holies, Hiram was attacked by three ruffians, (called 'Jubela', 'Jubelo' & 'Jubelum' and known collectively as 'The Juwes') who demanded the "Master's word", that is, the secret name of God.
The first ruffian, named Jubela, struck Hiram across the throat with a 24 inch gauge. The second ruffian, named Jubelo, struck Hiram's breast, over the heart, with a square. The third ruffian, named Jubelum, struck Hiram upon the forehead with a gavel, whereupon Hiram fell dead. His blood, therefore, was shed within the temple.
Alrighty then. Cut forward to Easter Sunday, where I attended service at the Evangelical Presbyterian church of Gig Harbor (excellent music, btw). The good Paster or perhaps “Worshipful Master” delivered a sermon entitled:
Up in Flames
Once in a while, something happens that grips the attention of the world, something that transcends race, language, religion, and national boundary. Such occurred last Monday when we were assaulted with the haunting images of Notre Dame Cathedral engulfed in flames. This noble and storied place of worship that survived for more than 850 years, even enduring the ravages of World War II, was “beheaded” as one person put it, apparently by a workman’s negligence.
Another famous name for the “three ruffians” is “unworthy craftsmen”. Or as the Pastor put it: “negligent workman”. Nicely done.
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Apparently FLOTUS Marie Antoinette was 49 this year. Note the absent husband/monarch on the couch, and the prominent yellow roses on the coffee table. The Yellow Rose of Texas is the Texas state song. JFK “beheaded” in Dallas, Texas. One would guess that given the expression on the face of our future Jackie, she is aware of her role in the coming media circus.
Curious, I discovered that Marie Antoinette was guilliotined in the Place de la Révolution at the age of 38. Jackie Kennedy was 34 when her husband was assassinated.
Preparing for her execution, she had to change clothes in front of her guards. She put on a plain white dress, white being the color worn by widowed queens of France.
You may google ‘Melania Trump white dress’ on your own.
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Last but not least, we had the MAD Trump viral meme (deep state propaganda effort) as reported by Loren Coleman:
President Donald Trump took aim at Pete Buttigieg, the Democratic mayor of South Bend, Indiana… ln an interview with Politico, Trump declared that "Alfred E. Neuman cannot become president of the United States.”
Social media was hit on Mother's Day with a flood of images from MAD Magazine covers, reminding people that while Trump and Buttigieg might be done with MAD, MAD is not done with them.
This one stood out:
Trump as King Kong, with the semiotically charged Neuman (or now Buttigieg) replacing Fay Wray as his object of affection.
Recalling the original synchromystic storm created around 9/11, the King Kong movie poster played a big part in that. I will simply file it away as another example of Donald Trump’s part in the final act of the nation destroying Tower Trump card initiated by the destruction of the Twin Towers on 9/11. King Kong = KK = King Kill.
The Yellow Vests (Gilets Jaunes) protesting in France have captured my imagination. Wouldn’t it be great if a modern day proletariat revolt and revolution could successfully bring down the elite of Europe? Acts 1 through 19 so far, some violent, some not so much, but all done with that typical Gallic sense of style and theater.
Which brings me to this pic making the rounds, which I have to say looks as staged as they come. Not that it IS staged, but it just looks like it. The jack boot of Macron fascism trampling the rainbow flag, Quelle horreur!
I would rather not think this entire movement is as fake as a Soros color revolution, however… enter the image above as evidence. I will remain impartial for now.
In any case, the French Revolution theme syncs strongly with my previous post on Donald Trump - Donald Trump and the Tower Trump, where I mused that he could shortly play the role of Louis XVI in what would be the biggest and bestest King Kill ritual yet performed upon the global stage.
Recall how TIME(Saturn) magazine crowned Trump King on June 18, 2018, in the week of the summer solstice. And how Louis XIV was called Le Roi Soleil - or the Sun King. Louis was of the House of Bourbon. It would be mildly interesting to watch Trump and whiskey, scotch and bourbon syncs but I digress.
Donald Trump is 72. Louis XIV reigned for 72 years. 72 conspirators of Set put Osiris in the box.
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Update 4/3/19: A reader (one of 72 so far) sent in this bit of Trump trivia:
Var and I got our eyes examined today. I made the appointment months ago, today was the clinic’s first opening available. As we drove there it occurred to me that having our eyes examined on the darkest day of the year was sort of… interesting. We were checked in by women wearing various Seahawk fanware. I thought to myself “Is today a Seahawk game day?” but I dared not ask, because if I did my lack of schedule knowledge would damn me as an infidel. As it turns out, no, today was not a Seahawk football game day, but that doesn’t stop the Horus resonating eye clinic staff from wearing totems in adoration of their god.
It occurs to me that today is also the day that Sirius is highest on the horizon. Sirius is associated with Isis in ancient mythology, so perhaps a kind of doubling of maternal creative energy going on tonight:
One of the appeals of combining sync with the study of mass media is the theory that the media (by intent or by accident or both) subtly inserts a predictive narrative along with all the “entertainment” & “news”. The fun is the attempt to crack the narrative hidden within, and voila! Predict the future!
The Trump enigma is darn nigh irresistible. Rather than dwell on all the chaff of electioneering, politics and scandal, we focus on the wheat of the narrative. What is the plot? Why is the repulsive star of The Apprentice suddenly the King of the World? Why is Biff Tannen now president?
As LXXXVIII finis temporis points out, this presidency has been a long time coming. He has been “pre-crimed” back to 1958 and is now indelibly linked to 9/11. In fact, he can almost be said to “represent” 9/11.
Trump became president in 2016. Among other things, he is famous for his Trump Towers. In the tarot, the tower trump is card 16. His election was literally seen in the cards. The tower trump represents destruction, evocative of the destruction of the twin towers on 9/11. 9/11 was a symbol just like the tower trump is a symbol, and just like Donald Trump, as POTUS, is a symbol.
You know, like how the restaurant Sixteen Chicago is on the 16th floor of Trump Tower.
Of all the Hollywood predictive programming about Trump, Back to the Future is the one with which I am most familiar. According to BTTF writer Bob Gale The character of Biff Tannen was based upon Donald Trump. As we know from the films, Biff does not come to a good end, even though for a while he runs Biff’s Pleasure Paradise Casino as the Luckiest Man on Earth.
Donald Trump/Biff Tannen has orange hair because he is representing the Sun King. You know… that cheerful round-faced fellow upon whom every solar religion is based. Marty McFly represents Pluto, or death. The sun always sets, death always gets the Sun King. It’s a tale told since the age of the Pharaohs.
In other words, it’s a royal be-heading, and we’re invited to the ball. Sudden changes in a nation’s fortunes are often preceded by the murder of the monarch. Julius Caesar, Louis XVI, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Czar Nicholas II, John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Of all the murdered monarchs listed above, I think Trump echoes Louis XVI the best.
Images of Apollo adorns his private, golden penthouse apartment. Like the French Soleil Roi, he lives a life of rare wealth and privilege, the Trump Tower being his private “Versailles”. He tweets policy and edicts, the fake lügenpresse is beneath him. He’s Reality Show Royalty. Even his beautiful and foreign wife Melania Knauss echos Marie Antoinette of Austria.
Knauss is an ancient German surname, known from at least 1515. The earliest people recorded with this name appear to be from southern Germany. The meaning is very unclear but may mean "haughty person."
- Wikipedia.
I got the idea thanks to reading The Widow’s Son by Robert Anton Wilson (Volume two of the Historical Illuminatus Chronicles), which is set in pre-revolutionary France. The Masonic protagonist Sigismundo Celine knows the secret “Baraka” name. He also learns that the Knights Templar “found the birth-certificate” of the widow’s son in the Temple of Solomon.
It would appear that Barak Obama is the return of the fabled widow’s son, at least according to the RAW prophecy written in 1985. And who cut his early political chops questioning the legitimacy of Baraka’s birth certificate?
The tower trump represents the destruction of a nation state, via an attack upon the “head” or tower: the king. 9/11 was the opening move, with the twin towers standing in for the USA and the “world trade center”. See that golden crown toppling from the tower in the tarot card? That’s the Donald. It’s sort of cartoonishly obvious now, in hindsight.
If Trump is playing a modern Louis XVI, Sun King, then he must be assassinated in order to bring about the glorious revolution. The “headless” nation will need a new head installed PDQ. Never mind your precious Constitution, a new one has already been written for you. Probably several, hope you speak the language.
And before you shout “Thank God!” remember what a revolution is all about. And remember that it wasn’t just Louis XVI that met his end, it was his entire noble class. So… who is Trump’s “class”. Not the rich, of course. The rich are celebrated in the USA, always have been. Men, maybe? Even in this age of identity politics, that seems a bit too broad. How about rich white men? Yes, I think we are close.
The French nobles were noble by bloodline, which entitled them to wealth and privilege.
It’s no secret I love Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun. He’s been on a tear lately syncing mermaids, dragons of the apocalypse, ancient (and coming soon to a theater near you) aliens from Vega, and his muse: Elizabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins.
Shortly after the Super Bowl mega ritual, we are into Olympics coverage:
We recently looked at how the appearance of a topless cross-country skier from Tonga seemed to be the most gripping story--for the media, that is-- from the opening of the 2018 Winter Olympics. - The Secret Sun
That was on 2/9, and 2 days later, Cyclone Gita “hammers” Tonga.
CK blames the Perth Siren Song ritual, from St. Georges Terrace in Perth, or rather, he notices the sync. I of course, enjoyed the muscular Tongan flag bearer on a prurient level, the flag that just so happens to “represent Christianity” according to wikipedia. It features a red cross on white, the flag of St. George.
Also, the curious fact that the previous 2010 winter Olympics in Vancouver, BC, were marred by the death of Nodar Kumaritashvili, a Georgian luge competitor, on the same day as the opening ceremony. We note the flag of Georgia is covered in the cross of St. George.
The Olympics and death of St. George symbolism: they just go together.
I’m not sure where this all began, but I’ll peg August 21, the day of the Great American Eclipse. That was the day I went to seek therapy about symptoms of depression. I was there at the clinic at the exact time of the eclipse, and I joined some of the staff out on the sidewalk to view the historic event. At least I could be assured that they had the medically approved eye protection, which they kindly shared.
I hadn’t really planned the visit for that exact date, because the first date offered was Sept. 11 and I felt that I didn’t want my reach-out for therapy to get all synced up with 9/11, so I chose the next one offered, not yet knowing the signs and portents of that day.
My therapy “intake” interview was on Sept. 19. That’s when they get their first look at me, and I sign a bunch of release forms. As I was signing, the case worker volunteered: “Today is the 19th, which is also my dog’s birthday. I have no idea why I just said that.”
I replied: “Well that’s odd, because today is also my dog Oliver’s birthday”.
Twin dogs, twin stars. Birthdays. It reminded me of Sirius, the “dog star”, which is actually two stars: Sirius A and Sirius B.
My first actual therapy appointment wasn’t scheduled until Sept. 27, and on Sept. 25 I had a dream:
I was a fraternity brother. I was attempting to get all the bro’s packed and ready, we were going on a road trip or something. I was half naked, with nothing on but trainers and an orange polo shirt. It didn’t feel unusual, I wasn’t embarrassed - apparently this was normal attire in this frat. I ran from floor to floor organizing the guys. I paused once at a hall mirror to look at myself critically, because I didn’t really like the shirt and was considering what to wear on the trip. I decided to keep the orange polo shirt after all, it looked good on me.
Fireman
On the 27th I went to meet my new therapist. She was late, so I got to peruse a nice children’s picture book about life in the middle ages, at a baron’s castle. All the soldiers wear the coat of arms of the baron’s family. When I sat down to meet my therapist in her office, her first act was to offer me an orange.
This reminded me of the House of Orange-Nassau, and I considered that orange was the signature color of my dream fraternity.
Fire-lion
On Sept. 30 I read Fraternity Rituals - a homoerotic story set in the basement of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. Have I mentioned yet that I was a Kappa Sig? Though I don’t recall initiation rituals quite like this one.
On Oct. 3, I had another appointment about my depression, and I was given an orange-flowered pen with which to fill out the questionnaire. Note the 3/17 sync.
Then my own birthday arrived on Oct. 11. It was uneventful (besides having dinner at Syren’s Grill) except that an old frat brother of mine called to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in over 15 years.
As it turns out, the fraternal order of the Freemasons revere Sirius, they call it the Blazing Star. It shows up in a lot of occult art: the stairway to Sirius.
Note the checkerboard motif as well.
I was also visiting Home Depot a lot because I’m building a small boat in my garage and I’m always scouting for tools and materials. Being duly sensitized to orange via my dream, I notice the signature color of this hardware store. And the orange aprons.
On the square
Masons are famous for their aprons.
Pyramid schemes
So then October 31 rolls around: Halloween. Can’t really think about Halloween without orange.
And on that day, an orange aproned Home Depot rental truck with a large “19” painted on the side, driven by a fellow wearing a black and white checkerboard shirt, plowed into a crowd of Halloween revelers in Tribeca Manhattan, killing 8.
I note the orange-aproned truck was heading directly toward Ground Zero. Can’t escape the 911 Sync Hole after all.
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Notes:
Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun has been all over the color orange lately.
Just to fuck with me: Orange Porsche 911 w/ balkenkreuz at Bring a Trailer on 10/31/17.
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