The Immovable Race

Now I have come to teach you what is and what was and what will come to pass, that you may know the things which are not revealed and those which are revealed, and to teach you concerning the unwavering race of the perfect Man. Now, therefore, lift up your face, that you may receive the things that I shall teach you today, and may tell them to your fellow spirits who are from the unwavering race of the perfect Man." 

"And behold, now I shall go up to the perfect aeon. I have completed everything for you in your hearing. And I have said everything to you that you might write them down and give them secretly to your fellow spirits, for this is the mystery of the immovable race."
— The Apocryphon of John 

Homosexuality therefore undoes in the state every merit, every basis for merit, and destroys the state in its foundations. That is not all: the homosexual is a thoroughly mentally-ill man. He is soft, he is in every crucial regard a coward. I believe that he can be brave here or there in war; in the field of civil courage however they are the most cowardly men that there are. 

The homosexual is of course the most appropriate object for every kind of extortion, firstly because he is himself liable to arrest, but secondly also because he is a soft fellow and thirdly because he lacks will and nerve.
— Heinrich Himmler

2015 was the year of the race card. From the Ferguson riots to the Charleston shooting, from illegal aliens in the USA to the refugee invasion of Europe, from the rise of Donald Trump to the Oregon Standoff. Race, race race.

So it was a curious sync to find this speech transcript by Reichsführer-SS Heinrich Himmler (Mr. Racial Purity himself) and this wild ecstatic religious text called the Apocryphon of John, or the secret gospel of John, which mentions “race” seven times, both on the same day.

Heinrich may have been the archetypal “Bad Nazi”, but he wasn’t stupid. He caught on that Christianity was some kind of secret homo sex cult long before the revelations of the past few decades. We can blame Constantine for turning a cult that was never meant for mass consumption into the official state religion, perhaps the biggest “oops” of the last 2000 years.

The Germans were obsessed with survival of their race, and Heinrich considered both Christianity and homosexuality direct threats to his beloved gene pool. Meanwhile, early Gnostic revelations talk about the “immovable race”, which is… drum roll please… homosexuals!!

I mean, which “race” is always present, in every race? Which race has been demonized, scandalized, euthanized and genocided, and STILL keeps coming back to life? Homosexuals are the zombies of the genetic pool, you can’t kill us. We are “immovable”, despite lacking both will and nerve.

Why this is so is a question probably best answered by communing with mushrooms, and I’m not saying it was aliens, but…

The Sirens of Titan

A sync review of Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan on 222.

Kurt Vonnegut is one of my sci-fi prophets who’s influence on sync is the equal of P. K. Dick and Paul of Tarsus. The personal reason is because of a dream of Varen’s several years ago:

He was visited by a translucent jellyfish creature who first told him to “Be not afraid”, and then went on to disclose some things about his future, and closed with …”but for now, you are still in Dresden”.

“Sill in Dresden”. That line lead to finding Slaughterhouse Five, and after that I wondered if Var wasn’t contacted by a Tralfamadorian. I was reading "Sirens" during the anniversary of the Slaughter of Dresden on 2/19.

Since then I’ve read Cat’s Cradle and now The Sirens of Titan. If you haven’t read it then I highly recommend it, but you won’t understand much of this post unless you have, and it’s all spoilers from here on down, FYI.

The essential plot is a faked Martian invasion of Earth in order to create a new world religion based upon God the Utterly Indifferent. Opportunities for Vonnegut’s singular brand of humor/pathos abound.

The Pope of this new religion is Winston Niles Rumfoord who was a wealthy Newport aristocrat who was “infundibulated” and turned into a wave energy thought form spanning from Sol to Betelgeuse, who had perfect foreknowledge of events. He’s the one who engineered the Martian invasion. The plot is oddly similar to Alan Moore’s The Watchmen, with Dr. Manhattan as the man who can see his entire future and past in perfect detail. That book also featured a faked attack in order to bring about a global shift in human consciousness - or “new religion”.

On Mars, everyone is a mind controlled soldier with an antennae that causes pain whenever you think something not inline with the “message”. Heavily propagandized, in other words. “UNK”, the mind-wiped former earthling and current Martian soldier, gives himself a secret scroll of “what really happened”. In a way, Kurt Vonnegut is one of those scrolls: The KV Version.

I found out about mind control soon after 9/11, and how difficult it was to find people in meat space who would talk about 9/11 in a way that wasn’t spoon-fed from the media. We are all good soldiers. On Mars, there is a class of citizen who are not mind wiped and who do not have pain antennae installed and who control the other soldiers. They control things via a hidden control box in their pants pocket, and they are a secret class, few of the soldiers know who they are, or that they even exist, though they all take various low-level positions in the army.

The one we meet is named Boaz.

Boaz is one of two columns in the Masonic Temple of Solomon. Boaz is the column of the sun, severity and justice, which also resonates Mars. The other column is Yachin: the moon, mercy, and loving kindness. If Mars is Boaz, then Venus is Yachin. It is also true that the Freemasons are often accused of being a secret influence behind the scenes, much as described by Kurt Vonnegut above.

On Mars though, even the “Masons” don’t know who’s behind it all. They don’t know that Rumfoord is running the whole show. The only place from Sol to Betelgeuse on the entire spiral of the Infundibulated Man’s possible existences, where he is materialized permanently, is a moon of the planet Saturn: Titan. Saturn, Cronus, Chronos, the God of Time. Rumfoord is Satan. His great black dog is named Kazak, a palindrome. The palindrome reminds me of Janus: A Roman god who represented time, because he could see into the past with one face and into the future with the other.

Janus is often depicted looking both forwards and backwards in time. Also, dog = god, a clever Saturnian pun. Remember that pun, we’ll return to it later.

The Tralfamodorians control humanity as a sort of messaging system to others who can read the symbolic language. The meaning of Stonehenge is “Replacement part being rushed with all possible speed”. The Great Wall of China means “Be patient. We haven’t forgotten about you”. The Moscow Kremlin meant “You will be on your way before you know it.”

So in effect, all of human civilization, culture, religion and monuments large enough to be seen from space, are the result of Tralfamodorian meddling, up to and including even Saturn himself and his secret societies like the Masons. And all of this to get a spare part to a marooned Tralfamodorian on Titan. Apparently mythic messages travel considerably faster than the speed of light.

The conceit of the book is that while absolutely every character in the book is intricately manipulated and controlled, sometimes openly but often secretly, Rumfoord’s new religion is based upon the concept that God is completely indifferent to human concerns, and therefor everything that happens is a random accident. This understanding brings about a new “Golden Age”. "Nothing above us, only sky."

Ironically, I happened to watch Mr. Peabody and Sherman last night, which was about a dog wearing a red bow tie who had a time traveling device named The Way Back Machine, which was a red ball made of hexagon tiles. He’s a master of time. By the end of the film, in a scene eerily similar to the Je Suis Charlie” meme in Paris, everyone is chanting “I’m a dog too!”, or in Illuminati palindrome speak: I’m a god, too!” Kazak returns.

Sync back to Sirens of Titan, Rumfoord’s wavelength spanned from Sol to Betelgeuse. Betelgeuse is the red star on the left shoulder of Orion, the Hunter, which forms a prominent bow tie in the heavens.

As luck would have it, Beetlejuice star Michael Keaton is up for an Academy Award tonight, all dressed up like a blue bird/angel.

A Blue Bird of Titan

In Sirens of Titan, Chrono is the product of an arranged rape/marriage by Rumfoord, and if we take all this Satanic shit as far as it will go, that would make him the “Son" of Satan, or the Antichrist, Rosemary's Baby. Chronos joins the “blue birds of Titan”, and wears a costume made of blue feathers.

I just don’t know what to say… except Fuck You Tralfamodorians!

Saturn's Children

The '47 Roswell

The Roswell Incident, according to Star Trek.

The Starship and the Canoe

Kon-Tiki is a 2012 Norwegian historical drama film directed by Joachim Rønning and Espen Sandberg about the 1947 Kon-Tiki expedition. The role of Thor Heyerdahl is played by Pål Sverre Valheim Hagen. It was the highest-grossing film of 2012 in Norway.

I loved it. I mean, six muscular, tanned, half-naked Norwegians on a raft, drifting in an equatorial current towards Polynesia... what's not to like? Abercrombie and Fitch meets Jacques Cousteau. But that's not what I'm writing about today. I'm writing about the idea that the 2012 film, and the original 1947 expedition, were thinly veiled ancient astronaut theory. What does a primitive balsa raft drifting from South America to Polynesia have to with space travel? Well, maybe everything.

The Solar God

Let's begin with Thor Heyerdahl, the leader of the expedition. Thor is a hammer-wielding god associated with thunder, lightning, storms, oak trees, strength, the protection of mankind, and also hallowing, healing and fertility.

Thor Heyerdahl named his expedition Kon-Tiki, after a supposed Inca Sun God. He hand paints an image of his solar deity on the sail - note the beard. The beard is odd since it represents the deity of a people who grew no beards, but then you get into the meat of the matter, because Thor's Tiki God is actually a "white man". Let us not forget the solar symbols painted onto the sails of the Santa Maria, another vessel that crossed from east to west with the sun, and discovered the "New World".

Heyerdahl claimed that in Incan legend there was a sun-god named Con-Tici Viracocha who was the supreme head of the mythical fair-skinned people in Peru. The original name for Viracocha was Kon-Tiki or Illa-Tiki, which means Sun-Tiki or Fire-Tiki. Kon-Tiki was high priest and sun-king of these legendary "white men" who left enormous ruins on the shores of Lake Titicaca. The legend continues with the mysterious bearded white men being attacked by a chief named Cari who came from the Coquimbo Valley. They had a battle on an island in Lake Titicaca, and the fair race was massacred. However, Kon-Tiki and his closest companions managed to escape and later arrived on the Pacific coast. The legend ends with Kon-Tiki and his companions disappearing westward out to sea.

There is a magical scene in Kon-Tiki where the camera starts with the voyagers on the raft, arranged in a 6 pointed star, and then zooms out to the Pacific ocean, and then to outer space where we see the stars and the curve of the earth, the moon, and then back again. It's never said outright, but you certainly get the the symbolism of ocean=space, and island=planet.

"The ancients saw the ocean not as a barrier, but a road." ~Heyerdahl

The thing about Thor is that his theory of Inca migration to Polynesia is still highly controversial. The well-considered and scientific theory is that Oceania was populated from the west. It almost seems as if he were looking for a good Sun God story, and he invented an eastern Pacific migration theory to support it.

In Kon-Tiki, Heyerdahl is constantly telling his fellow sailors to "Have faith in Tiki" and finally the engineer calls him on it: "Thor, this isn't a religion". But obviously, it is - the oldest Cargo Cult on earth.

Route 101

The Kon-Tiki Expedition lasted 101 days, a highly charged number at Gosporn.

101 in her many guises

101 represents the Divine Feminine, or Shekinah, in graphic form - The "0" is she, guarded by twin masculine pillars. We see this representation over and over again in Masonic architecture and symbolism. I was intrigued, because the 101 represents not only atomic bombs, but also stargates, time travel and warp speed.

The Dogon

But this is where it gets strange, when the film creates a crab "stowaway" character. Thor finds the crab hiding between the balsa logs at the start of the voyage, and he welcomes it along for the ride. All through the voyage, Thor is checking on the well-being of the crab, and at the end of the voyage, the raft wrecked on the outer reef of Raroia atoll in the Tuamotu group, the crab jumps safely ashore.

Coincidentally, I've also been reading VALIS, by Philip K. Dick:

In VALIS, Phillip K. Dick claims that Horselover Fat (his alter ego) experienced DNA memories of his ancestors voyaging from another star. That star was Sirius, which is also the brightest star in the earth's heavens, and also, the one most revered by Masonry.

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. ~P.K. Dick

A curious sync is that the traditional Polynesian sail is called a "crab claw", by its characteristic shape. The shape makes little aerodynamic sense, but all kinds of religious sense. If crab clawed aliens really did visit this island earth in chariots of the gods, we might find evidence in our unconscious repetition of certain symbols.

Shark Week

Hey all, just a quick gulp of air and then Ahab is going down for another stab at the whale. I've been hanging out in the octopus' garden for a while now, plumbing the depths of the subconscious.

It sorta all started when the mysterious seals began showing up on the raft in front of my mom's cabin on Hood Canal. They've never done that before, I began to think of them as my "Seal Team" - the surfacing of my subconscious into real life.

Have you seen American Warships? It's the shitty Netflix version of Battleship, yet another alien invasion story, except this time the aliens command stealth submarines that take out the mighty U.S. Navy. On a sync level it makes perfect sense, the aliens are "monsters from the Id", "hiding" in the subconscious. In American Warship, the brave Seal Team discovers the secret of the submarine's "alien" origins.



I watched Disney's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea last week, with Captain Nemo (no one, no ego) playing the part of the avenging subconscious - the "sea monster". He rams the American warship "Abraham Lincoln". I figured that was a fairly blatant King Kill 33 sync. Nemo sank my ego!

Later, we see that Nemo's secret base is built under mysterious Lincoln Island, or in other words, a murdered president is the secret base of Captain Nemo, or in other words, a murdered ego is the secret base of the Id!

Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson stars in Journey 2: The Mysterious Island, which I like because A) I could watch his pecs bounce all day and B) he was also Mathayus (the Scorpion King) in The Mummy Returns.

As we all know by now, Osiris is the god of the sun, who is murdered by Set (sunset), but who then rises again in the form of Horus - the rising sun/son. Like a physical representation of resurrection, the pyramids represent a "mysterious island" of consciousness, rising above the chaotic sands of the subconscious desert.

After nine days, I let the horse run free,
'Cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds, and rocks and things,
There was sand and hills and rings.
The ocean is a desert, with its life underground,
And a perfect disguise above.
Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground,
But the humans will give no love.
"The desert is an ocean with its life underground"
A Horse With No Name ~America

A horse with Nemo.

Back to the pyramids, I decided to watch my favorite Bond film last week: The Spy Who Loved Me. It features pyramids, submarines, Atlantis, Major Triple X and a murderer named "Jaws". We first meet Jaws on the plains of Giza and it's fairly obvious that he is the reincarnation of some dark Egyptian deity.

In the myth of Kamalo and the shark god, Kauhuhu plays the part of the subconscious avenger. As it happens, my copy of Mako Finn arrived a few days ago, and he's a sort of comic book homoerotic protector and avenger of sharks. He comes upon a reincarnated Megalodon. While the scientific name is C. megalodon, it is often informally dubbed the "megatooth shark", "giant white shark" or "monster shark".

Mr. Big Tooth

Megalodon - pointing at...

Now, hmmm. What does this giant, triangular tooth remind me of? Maybe a pyramid, or more precisely, the lost, or broken, cap.

Jake, the Martian fragment

Jules Verne's Mysterious Island was in part inspired by the Swiss Family Robinson, who are "castaways". Osiris was cut up into 14 pieces, and cast away into the Nile. Isis found all the pieces but one. The fourteenth piece, the lost cap, I have a feeling that only Set knows where he tossed it. He, and the BBC. Check the measurement on mega tooth, above.

The Lord of the Dance

The big story out of the Curiosity Mars landing was the NASA Mohawk guy, Bobak Ferdowsi. He cut his hair into a Mohawk for the landing, much like this little guy from Mars, and of course, the God Mars always wears a Mohawkish, helmet of war. It is curious that Horus is the Egyptian, hawk-headed God, and with the red and white striped background he is photographed against, it's hard not to recall the "Stairway to Sirius" aspect of all of this.

The Greek Gods are resonating strongly because of the London Olympics, and it's curious that in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Alan Moore calls London "New Troy". We note that what finally brought down Troy was the Trojan Horse - this may explain the London obsession with security cameras.

Last week, I pinged on the strange massacre of "Lion Kings" at the Sikh temple, and it's only getting stranger, because I realized that Captain Nemo was a Sikh. It is interesting that Bobak is from Oakland, and the Sikh temple is in Oak Creek. A helmet or "hat" theme develops.

The Verne character is, as Moore shows here, an Indian prince, a Sikh, driven to misanthropy by British injustice; he is not someone who looks like James Mason.

William Stoddard, among others, took issue with the idea that Nemo could be both Hindu and Sikh. However, Moore himself has stated flatly that Nemo is a Sikh, so the conclusion to be drawn, I think, is that Nemo is ethnically a Sikh and a Hindu by faith.

Santosh Menon adds the following: Actually it is kind of possible for Nemo to be a hindu and a sikh. Hindu families in punjab sometimes initiated the eldest son into the sikh faith; sihkism being a MARTIAL religion in some sense and sikhs being the defenders of the faith and the land - more or less. ~Notes on League of Extraordinary Gentlemen #1

True Confession time now. I made a sigil a week before the Synch cabin II in ID 'ho. I thought of it as a cross between the all seeing eye of consciousness and the all powering trident of the subconscious. Later, I realized it might be a primitive squid drawing, and later still, some wizards at sync cabin suggested it was a Martian tripod. Curiously, we were camping adjacent to "Tripod Mountain".

I was inspired by LOEG and their version of Nemo, who is "no man", or "nobody", which also happens to be the name chosen by Odysseus in his battle with Polyphemus. But the trident is much deeper than that - going all the way back to the all powerful weapon of Shiva, the Destroyer. We note that the symbol of the Sikh, if turned upside down, is a tripod with not one, but three eyes. Also, it reminded me of the logo for JC of Mars.

The steering wheel of the Nautilus, seen behind Nemo and Murray, is the god Siva, in his dancing form. Siva is the Hindu god of destruction and of the dance, and one of the three most important of the Hindu religion. It makes a certain amount of sense that Nemo, who is both warrior and philosopher/scholar, would worship Siva, who embodies those (and other) characteristics. Plus, as Moore pointed out in an interview, making the steering wheel of the Nautilus into a statue of the dancing Siva is good design sense; this is another deviation from the description of the Nautilus in the Verne novels, but one within the bounds of artistic license.

The Lord of the Dance

In writing the lyrics to "Lord Of The Dance" in 1963, Sydney CARTER was inspired partly by Jesus, but also partly by a statue of Shiva as Nataraja, and was partly intending simply to give tribute to Shaker music. He later stated, "I did not think the churches would like it at all. I thought many people would find it pretty far flown, probably heretical and anyway dubiously Christian. But in fact people did sing it and, unknown to me, it touched a chord ... Anyway, it's the sort of Christianity I believe in."

Me too, Syd. Me too. It's curious that the woman who climbed to the top of Sync Mountain was a dancer shod in golden sandals, named Maya. We also note that in Disney's epic alien invasion film "Chicken Little", the aliens had three eyes, and they came to earth in search of acorns, from which mighty oaks grow. They seem a tad angry.

As the Perseids meteor showers rain down upon us tonight, I wonder if they might carry the seed of a divine invasion - a Martial, or "Trojan Horse" entry, so to speak.

The Two Towers

The Two Towers

I was chatting with Alan Green last night about the new London Bridge Shard, which I sense is the "twin" of the new One World Trade Center in Manhattan. The Shard was topped out in April 2012, the OWTC is scheduled for topping out in August. Both are "pillarmids" to use Jake Kotze's word - skyscrapers that evoke both pillars and pyramids in their symbolism. The Shard is Europe's tallest building, while OWTC, at a symbolic 1776 ft. including spire, will be the tallest building in the New World.

I see this as a "hands across the waters" thing, the twin towers destroyed in the 9/11 attacks rebuilt, one in the United Kingdom and the other in the United States.

Much has been made of the Statue of Liberty between the WTC towers, representing Isis/High Priestess (the Holy of Holies) between the two pillars of Jachin and Boaz. I consider the WTC to have represented the Masonic third temple of Solomon.

The Three Mary's

Isis is also called Stella Maris, or "Star of the Sea". There are many Catholic parishes in maritime locations called "Our Lady, Star of the Sea". The word Mary has its root in Mar - the sea. So we have these two new pillars standing quite literally on either side of Mary, AKA the Atlantic Ocean, or Atlantis.

A piece of the Emerald Tablet of Thoth/Hermes

In the 2006 film, Superman Returns, Lex Luthor uses one of the stolen Kryptonian crystals (or shards), which he has combined with Kryptonite, to grow a new continental landmass in the Northern Atlantic Ocean. The landmass threatens to destroy Metropolis, so Superman must descend into the depths, and then lift this new continent out of the ocean and hurls it into the heavens. We see him stepping into the role of Atlas, the titan who carries the world on his shoulders, who also happens to be the first born twin son of Poseidon, the king of Atlantis. We note he is powered by the sun, and Isis/Mary's fruit is the sun/son.

Alan reminded me of The Dark Crystal:

The Dark Crystal is a 1982 British-American fantasy film directed by Jim Henson and Frank Oz. It dramatizes the story of Jen, an elflike 'Gelfling' to restore balance to his alien world by returning a lost shard to a powerful but broken gem.

Ahhh... the USA, a powerful but broken gem - the jewel in the crown, so to speak. Perhaps the former rebels are to be reunited with the Mothership... via a lost "shard".

When Aliens Attack

The National Geographic is at it again, pimping the alien invasion meme head on. You'd almost think it's the sci-fi channel. Lately we have Five Good Reasons to Believe in UFOs and also a poll:

Two-Thirds of Americans Think Barack Obama Is Better Suited to Handle an Alien Invasion Than Mitt Romney

Now, there is a big difference between aliens and UFOs in my opinion, but NG wants to lump them all together into a tidy package. To me, UFOs are Unidentified Flying Objects, while aliens from outer space are identified as "aliens from outer space". It's a subtle difference but an important one. I've had UFO dreams for many years, but I've always considered them to be messengers from "inner space" - my own take on a subconscious message. Much the same as earlier generations had messages from fairies, angels or gods, the vehicle of the message can take any form. Today, it's the UFO.

What I find disturbing is this obvious attempt to manipulate our "dream time", our UFO messages.

I had a curious UFO message on 6/16/12:

I was sitting in a room, a perfectly transparent, shiny ball came down out of the ceiling, about 24" in diameter. I realized it was a "UFO" experience, it felt familiar. The ball floated over to my head, at first I put my hands up to stop it, but then realized I just needed to relax and let it do its thing. My head was enveloped by the ball, and some small lights appeared on the surface for a split second, the SONY logo, and then the head of Karl Urban appeared and began speaking:

"Hi Mike, things are about to get very difficult for you. This new technology they are developing for the Olympic games, to allow close up experience of the action... All will lose their minds".

And it made me wonder. A sudden connection to the Id is a powerful, life-changing experience, open to many interpretations. When I had mine back in 2004 I thought it was literally God. Imagine if everyone on earth had that same experience, at the same time. What would happen?

And what if... the news was suddenly full of an alien invasion. How would you interpret what you had just experienced?

I'll tell you what I'd do - I'd freak out. Imagine the chaos of billions of people on the planet suddenly and forcibly brought into Contact with their own subconscious.

We are all looking forward to the London/New Troy/Zion Olympic games with a mixture of fascination and dread, and I see that Prospero is allegedly holding court in Danny Boyle's Olympic opening ceremony. Prospero, Shakespeare's magician from The Tempest, has inspired many a sci-fi take off, none more eloquent than Forbidden Planet, where the natives tap into a massive power source but are undone in a single day by their own monsters from the Id.

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NOTE: 616 is the now fashionable area code for the Beast, and I note that this post is no. 666 in my personal gosporn journal.