Libra Sailor Moon

Here we go. Round two. Batter up. Bases loaded. Blood moon. Pink Moon. Egg moon. Fish Moon. Full moon. Libra moon. This Saturday, April 4th will bring us a total lunar eclipse at 5:00 AM EST with the full moon peaking at 5:05 AM EST. 

On Saturday, the Sun, close to a conjunction with the Goddess of Mayhem, Uranus (exact on Monday April 6th), will oppose the moon and both will square the Diva of Destruction, Pluto (almost exact). Libra seeks justice, balance, equality and fair portions for all, but with these forces in the mix the eclipse feels like anything but a road to a harmonious happy ending.

Today, 4/2/15, Team Luna Rossa (Red Moon) announces its withdrawal from the America’s Cup.

“Team Luna Rossa indeed considers illegitimate the procedure adopted and founded on an evident abuse of process by surreptitious use of procedures to modify the Protocol in order to overturn the Class Rule, which instead requires the unanimity of the teams entered.” - Luna Rossa Challenge

In other words, they are weary of the blatant cheating by the Americans. This echoes the allegation of cheating by the New England Patriots (the “Americans”) in the AFC Championship Game against the Indianapolis Colts on January 18, 2015.

In a brilliant bit of sync, Sailing Anarchy uses Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown as a metaphor.

The major sponsor of Team Luna Rossa is Prada, the Italian luxury fashion brand.

The devil wears Prada, and like Neptune, carries a trident.

It seems to me that Libra would naturally be interested in allegations of cheating - desiring fair play and justice for all. See A Horse With No Name for some Libra, Pegasus, Freedom Tower syncs I was feeling back in October 2014.

As a dedicated observer of sync over the past decade, I have to say that this past week has personally been unusually interesting. Starting with the unconscious Priests of Attis reenactment of the Sangeum outlined in The Holy Week From Hell. I forgot to mention that after the ceremonial installation of the laurel tree at the Jefferson County dump, we had to “pass over” a scale in order to be weighed. This echoed the weighing of souls in Egyptian mythology, but was also acting out the Libra balance of justice. There are two scales, one incoming and one exiting, with Ma’at’s guard shack situated in the middle. As we pulled up on our side of the scale, another truck pulled up on the other. We were “in the balance”. For some reason she asked the other truck driver his name, he said “Zechariah”. I told myself “well there’s a name you don’t hear every day”.

And so upon you will come all the righteous blood that has been shed on earth, from the blood of righteous Abel to the blood of Zechariah son of Berekiah, whom you murdered between the temple and the altar. Truly I tell you, all this will come on this generation. -Matthew 23: 35-36

Ahhh… happy times. Sounds like judgement. We got off for $5, no cheating. It will be interesting to see what "earthquakes" will accompany the blood red moon.

Bon Hiver 2015

The new year is off to a great start with this gift from Nickie. Not that he made it for me personally or anything, but he might as well have. Penis, piss, lightning, totenkopf and the most adorable little winged rainbow pony you'll ever see. I heart sync!

Winter Sleep

Happy New Year, everyone!

Pegasus Starts With Pee

"The Tower is struck by lightning when reality does not conform to expectation.”

It began on August 26. That’s when I noticed a strong smell of urine when walking past the Shanghai Chinese restaurant in Point Hudson, and as my nose smelled the rancid odor, my eyes saw a boat named Alleluia. Why, I wondered, would urine be a reason to praise Yah?

I was reading Angels and Demons at the time. Chapter 77 includes a thought by Illuminati seeker Robert Langdon about the Pope’s “Holy Throne”.

I’m also reading Him Who Made the Seven Stars, a “horse/space opera”, by Waddie Graywolf, and I found a description of urine as some kind of alchemical brew.

Later, the yacht Alleluia was replaced by the yacht Pegasus, which firmly connected the chapter 77 Pope pee ritual to the lightning strike of the tower. See A Horse With No Name.

I began to wonder if my own body was some kind of teapot or brewery that was capable of brewing up some seriously wicked ale, and perhaps THAT is the occulted secret of the alchemists!? They say the Holy Grail lies within, but I never thought to take it so literally.

I’m a little teapot short and stout,

Here is my handle, here is my spout.

Maybe I’m a Mr. T? or a Mr. Coffee maker.

I like how the logo features a 5 pointed star, or Vitruvian Man. In Back to the Future II, the DeLorean becomes a flying car, or a Pegasus resonator. It’s no longer powered by gasoline, but by Mr. Fusion.

The Androgyne

The piss/lightning syncs have been getting pretty ridiculous. I visited the Commemorative Air Force Museum at the Horus resonating Falcon Field last week, and I saw some P-51 Mustangs. They are flying horses, and their name begins with Pee. Yes, I went there. P = urine.

Naturally, I had to go pee while I was there, and I noticed to the right of the urinal was a big color painting of some P-38 LIGHTNINGS in combat.

However, the best one so far is being at a Sprouts grocery in Phoenix when I felt “the call”, and as I walked around the store looking for the semi-hidden public bathrooms, I heard the familiar drum beat of Amii Stewart’s “Knock on Wood” begin to play, and I swear to Ya that as I relaxed the dam and let the yellow river flow, she sang:

Your love is better than any love I know.
It’s like thunder, LIGHTNING, the way you love me is frightening!

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You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink!

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NOTES:

This is Gosporn post #737. We flew home from Phoenix on a Boeing 737.

Oliver is dead one year today. I miss you Oliver.

It’s Nov. 16. 16 is the tower card.

A Horse With No Name

At the Sync Summit in Olympia, Will Morgan’s (A Few Shots to Shaman, 42 minutes) presentation was about horses and how they represent the libido, or phallus, via a sync exploration of Viggo Mortensen films. Of course, my ears perked up. Later on, he told me about Pegasus, the flying horse tamed by Bellerophon. Pegasus was the “bringer of Zeus’ lightning bolts”, and his name means “lightning”.

The Jewish Kabbala’s Tree of Life is said to be animated by a lightning flash, which is sometimes coded as 777.

To bring this all back to 9/11 (as everything must), the World Trade Center, representing the twin columns of the Tree of Life, were struck by American Airlines flight 777, thus bringing down Solomon’s Third Temple. Flight 777 was the “flying horse”, or Pegasus - Lightning!

Horse with no name

A short while later, I noticed a yacht tied up in Point Hudson Marina named Pegasus. I didn’t bother taking a pic of it, because the ladder obscured the name and the sync wasn’t that big of a deal to me… boats are named Pegasus all the time. But yesterday, I noticed that the name was gone! I had to investigate. So I walked down the finger pier to take a snapshot of the no name horse, and the owner walked down the dock behind me so I was able to engage him in conversation about his boat. He said that he’d recently bought it, and was changing the name to Libra. Being a sailor, he pointed to the sky at the constellation Pegasus and said “From here” and then pointing at the opposite direction, “to there!”

But I still recognized him

This was interesting to me because we are currently “in” Libra, and my birthday is also in Libra.

Libra is the seventh astrological sign in the Zodiac. Under the tropical zodiac, Sun transits this area on average between (northern autumnal equinox) September 23 and October 23… The symbol of the scales is based on the Scales of Justice held by Themis, the Greek personification of divine law and custom. She became the inspiration for modern depictions of Lady Justice. ~wikipedia

So this fearsome and magical horse is being renamed “Justice”.

“I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.” ~Thomas Jefferson

For my birthday, I received this crossword puzzle of NYC. You can see the Freedom Tower in downtown Manhattan, the building that replaced the Twin Towers after the Pegasus strike. I suppose it could be called the Fourth Temple of Solomon.

But this is when it gets interesting, sorry for the long intro. I continued to chat with the owner of Pegasus/Libra, and I asked about the distinctive rig, which featured a single, free-standing mast. He told me all about its carbon fiber construction, and when I asked who built it, he said:

“It’s a Freedom”.

That made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Did Bellerophon just let slip his next target?

Walking Around Jericho

I've lately taken to walking around my neighborhood once a day, a loop of two miles. I pass this sign on the way, noting the Joshua reference. I was reminded how Joshua and the Israelites walked around the walled city of Jericho.

I've looked at the Jericho myth before, see The Yellow Rose Again, where I examined the role of the virtuous whore, Rahab, but that was a long time ago. Now I'm examining all that walking around in circles. Why wasn't one time around enough? As we all know, Joshua and the Israelites, carrying the Ark of the Covenant and blowing their horns, marched around Jericho for seven days, and on the seventh, marched around an extra seven times. This gives us a 77, or "lightning bolt" of cosmic enlightenment, and so we can see the "walls of Jericho" as representing "The Tower" card.

The Tower is our subconscious belief system, our fundamental and 'inviolable' concepts about life, the universe, and everything. The subconscious, or dreaming mind, weaves these beliefs into the brick and mortar reality we experience as "the real world" and so if we can somehow change the programming of our subconscious, then we can change our reality. At least, in theory. It's a simple concept, but it requires blowing your own mind.

I am devising a work around, or a hack, if you will.

It involves a lot of repetitive walking in circles and trial and error, but lately it seems to be bearing some fruit. I judge my successes and failures by sync. As I experiment, cracks appear in the walls of my own space-time continuum - the visible fissures in my "real world".

My two feet will never get me to 88 mph, but Joshua tells me that I don't really need to. Just keep walking.