I Am Not Trying to Seduce You

Remember the Macarena? The 1995/96 global one hit wonder with a fascinating back story:

As a result of their lounge act, Los del Río were invited to tour South America in March 1992 and, while visiting Venezuela, they were invited to a private party held by the Venezuelan empresario (of Cuban descent) Gustavo Cisneros. Many prominent Venezuelans were in attendance that night, including former president Carlos Andrés Pérez.  

Cisneros had arranged for a local flamenco teacher, Diana Patricia Cubillán Herrera, to do a small performance for the guests, and Los Del Rio were pleasantly surprised by Cubillán's dance skills. Spontaneously, Romero recited the song's chorus-to-be on the spot, as an accolade to Cubillán, but naming her "Ma'dalena" (Magdalena): "Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Ma'dalena, que tu cuerpo e' pa' darle alegría y cosa' güena'" ("Give your body some joy, Magdalene, 'cause your body is for giving joy and good things too"). In Andalusian culture labeling a woman "Magdalena" is to give her a faint association with Mary Magdalene's reportedly seedy past, and more accurately describes her as being sassy or sensuous. 

Romero saw potential in the improvised rhyme and, back at their hotel, the duo came up with the basic structure of the song. Since "Magdalena" was also the title of another song by Spanish singer Emmanuel quite popular at the time, Romero suggested that they use "Macarena" instead which, besides being part of the name of one of his daughters, is a popular name in Andalusia, given its association with the Virgin of the Macarena, the incarnation of the Virgin Mary that is a patroness of Seville's barrio La Macarena. 

The Virgin-Magdalene dichotomy probably explains the rest of the lyrics: a song about a young woman, the girlfriend of a recent recruit to the Spanish Army named Victorino (whose name may be inspired from a kind of bull with long horns, evoking the cornudo, or male victim of his partner's infidelity, a mental image common in Spanish and Latin American culture), who celebrates his being drafted by hooking up with two of his male friends. Macarena has a weakness for males in uniform, spending summers at Marbella, and dreams of shopping at El Corte Inglés (the major Spanish department store chain), moving to New York City and getting a new boyfriend.

In other words, a fabulous Virgin Mary/Mary Magdalene archetype! MM is also the infamous whore of Babylon, the great harlot who, along with the Beast, share top billing in St. John’s Revelation. Like Aleister Crowley (“the Beast”), I have a strange fascination with this mysterious archetype. We have previously noted how the fall of the twin towers in NYC (New Jerusalem) resonated so powerfully with “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great!” and I can’t help but wonder what dear Aleister would have made of all of this!

In 1996, many believe a world record for group dancing was set, when a crowd of 50,000 people danced the Macarena in Yankee Stadium in New York City. The song made such an impact that during the Democratic National Convention in 1996, Al Gore humorously performed his version of the Macarena by standing completely still while the song played.

Wow! Practically conjuring up the harlot via mega-ritual! Five years later, Babalon was indeed fallen, fallen - a bonfire of the vanities. Lots of fives going on there, resonating Venus, Lucifer (the path of the planet Venus forms a pentagram in the sky when viewed from earth) Note that it was the dancer DIANA Patricia Cubillán Herrera who was the original inspiration for the archetypal song/event. Diana is the Goddess of the hunt, and is also known as the "virgin goddess", semiotically linking her to the Virgin Mary of Christian tradition.

And let's also note that DiaNA could represent DNA - truly the mother of us all.

August 5 is the anniversary of the death of Mystery Babylon’s most iconic MM, Marilyn Monroe. Norma Jean (her “Virgin Mary” side) was idolized by Elton John in “A Candle in the Wind”. Later, Elton John made England’s Diana Spencer “la Magdalena” with “Candle in the Wind 1997”, which was the song that succeeded Macarena as the Billboard Hot 100 Single of the Year.

In la Macarena, we note that the “cornudo” is evoked by naming Macarena's boyfriend after a bull. A cornudo or cuckold is the male victim of his partner’s infidelity. The cornudo is sometimes represented in Latin culture with a hand sign which we conspiranoids will find familiar - the “horned hand”. George W. Bush was famously photographed waving this sign at the masses, and it makes me wonder. Was George playing the whore of Babylon to the hilt... secretly fucking all the corporate interests while bravely battling “terra”? All the while waving the cornudo sign at we, the American public, AKA the cuckold, the unsuspecting victim.

It is interesting that Al Gore did not dance for the Macarena, and he “bowed out” of the 2000 election. I guess George was the one on her dance card.

Recall Jung’s analysis of the Chthonic monster:

"Envy, lust, sensuality, deceit, and all known vices are the negative, 'dark' aspect of the unconscious, which can manifest itself in two ways. In the positive sense, it appears as a 'spirit of nature', creatively animating Man, things, and the world. It is the 'chthonic spirit' that has been mentioned so often in this chapter. In the negative sense, the unconscious (that same spirit) manifests itself as a spirit of evil, as a drive to destroy."

Is this not a perfect description of the duality presented by the Mary/Mary archetype? One is the Mother of us all, and the other is her evil twin, our destroyer. Yet the great mystery is that these two Marys are one and the same.

From an archetypal point of view, I suspect this has much to do with a boy’s subconscious desire to fuck his mother - the Oedipus Rex syndrome. We want our mother to be a virgin Mary, and we want Mary Magdalene to be a whore. Given the shocking success of Magdalene type images over the past 50 years, from Marilyn Monroe to Lady Gaga, it is perhaps obvious that this is the archetype that needs to be expressed and reconciled into our collective consciousness. “Envy, lust, sensuality, deceit”. These are all patterns of not only the Magdalene, but all her alter egos, from Shiva to the Joker.

I find it endlessly cosmic that Francesco D’Macho, my Italian porn muse, lost his virginity on the very day that Diana Spencer was killed. Francesco’s porn brand is called “Stag Homme”, and wouldn’t you know it, the horns of a stag are notoriously symbolic of both the cornudo AND Diana, the virgin goddess. However, Francesco is a cornudo with a difference.

 Francesco is not ashamed of his sensuous, lustful, erotic side. He is the cuckold who knows. His “wife” is latino Damien Cross, a porn star even more wanton than himself, if possible.

Mary is our collective mother, wife and porn star, all rolled up into one. She wants to express all her true Self, all at once. In perhaps the most divine conjunction of opposites ever conceived, Mary will become both a virgin and a slut, at exactly the same time! And that is perhaps when she truly becomes the Mother of God.

In a way, homosexuals are now playing the role of MM - men who are absolute sluts... yet who remain technically “virgin”. Call it a loop hole in the Law of consciousness. Jesus is a clever lawyer.

La Macarena - video



NOTES:

The wedding of Francesco and Damien.

The latest incarnation of Wonder Woman, AKA Diana, is literally wearing pants.

Who was the first woman to wear pants on TV? Yup. Mary Tyler Moore.

"He tells me I'm as safe as houses
As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers"

Grail Racing - A Breach of Fiduciary Duty

Reckless and repeated disregard in its stewardship of the America’s Cup by the Société Nautique de Geneve (SNG) has prompted the Golden Gate Yacht Club (GGYC) to ask the New York Supreme Court to remove the Swiss yacht club from its position as Trustee in a Breach of Fiduciary Duty complaint filed today.

The 33rd America's Cup continues to be a gold mine of esoteric significance, see America's Cup for backstory. The Swiss and their white cross on red are the home of the Swiss Guard, the guardians of Vatican City - the church. Symbolically standing in for the Catholic church, the SNG is defending not only a trivial cup, but the church's claim of divine authority!

The challenger is the ominous black trimaran - BMW Oracle - trident and Shiva resonator.

The "church" is a multi-dimensional concept that on one hand is a very old and corrupt power structure that is probably far older even than the church in Rome. On the other hand it is a spiritual concept - the Bride of Christ - the "true" Church. Has the Catholic church been a faithful steward on earth for this heavenly bride? Or has there perhaps been a breach of fiduciary duty?
The America's Cup is interesting because it is a race where the rules, boats and venue are all decided by the defender. This all goes along well enough until occasionally someone decided to make a "Deed of Gift" or "DoG" challenge, which is essentially a glove across the face duel, a challenge that seeks to throw out the defender's rulebook as corrupt, and appeal to a higher authority, which in the case of the America's Cup is the the New York Supreme Court. Playfully reversing some letters we could call it an appeal to GoD. Martin Luther's Ninety Five Thesis come to mind.
Perhaps sensing the apocalyptic meme of the challenge, the black trimaran was nicknamed Dogzilla - a playful reversal on the name of the Japanese monster of divine nuclear retribution. The black weapon was actually "forged" in the Pacific NW, site of the Trident nuclear submarine base. Makes me wonder if Mt. Doom isn't to be found nearby.

If the SNG represents the Vatican (representing Babylon) then I wonder who is represented by the trident. Or rather, who is wielding it. The Golden Gate Yacht Club is the flag on this trident triple missile - San Francisco, home of the golden star gate, and namesake of St. Francis:

He is known as the patron saint of animals, the environment and Italy, and it is customary for Catholic churches to hold ceremonies honoring animals around his feast day of 4 October.

Animals... the environment. Hmmm. Kinda like Pan - the God of goats, animals, and everything.

St. Francis (Francesco) of Assisi was born rich and lived the life of a carefree Italian playboy in his youth, but the cares of the world weighed upon him to the point that he eventually forsook his birthright for a higher calling. He eventually had a mystical vision in the church of San Damiano in which the Icon of Christ Crucified said to him (what the hell was he smoking?):

"Francis, Francis, go and repair My house which, as you can see, is falling into ruins".

This was way back in 1200 or so. How much further has His house fallen since then? It makes me wonder. Perhaps St. Francesco has realized that real change won't be coming from within the Catholic church - at least not without some serious remodeling.

Which brings me to my modern Italian pornstar alter boy: Francesco d'Macho, he of the golden jockstrap. Francesco finally tied the knot this year with his boyfriend Damien (Damiano) Cross, in a marriage that almost seems preordained. Francesco is openly critical of the Catholic church:

I grew up as a Catholic boy and I have to say the Church has let me down, there is so much hypocrisy that surrounds religion - I truly hate the Pope, and I hate the Church itself and what it represents; it's a lot of bullshit. Now, having said that, I was raised as a Catholic so it's really hard for me to say that there is no God - for me, I cannot do that.

Interesting. Is St. Francis still trying to repair the house of the Lord? I'm thinking yes, and he's not above using the trident and a gay pornstar to accomplish it! Sometimes you have to destroy something in order to save it.
Bonus synch: we made pasta tonight with red swiss chard in it.

The Bucks Top Here

Ben Fairhall posted this interesting pic of twin white stags at the Daily Behemoth, which has since gone missing. White stags have some kind of English symbolism attached to them (of which I remain oblivious), but to me they're simply beautiful masculine icons.

Here's a pic from the latest gay porn brand: Stag Homme, the child of my golden jockstrapped muse Francesco D'Macho and his latest BF: Damien Crosse (is that possibly the most Hollywood antichrist name ever devised?).

Just so we don't forget what branding means:

We also have a stag at home, because Var brought home the CUTEST stag centerpiece for the dining table last month. It's a terra cotta figurine of some masculine deer-like figure, though by inspection of the underside, it's apparent the deer is a doe, or perhaps a eunuch? Anyway, the stag's name is ALFREDO. Varen is big on names, and thus we have names for various plants around the house, as well as terra cotta figurines. Aelfraed is "elf counsel". He's also Batman's faithful butler.

As luck would have it, we had pasta with ALFREDO SAUCE a few days ago, which gave me pause, but then I dove in with bon gusto!

The Gay Falcon

Sometimes I view “gay world” as if it was the cartoon network version of the real world. As above, so below. We have all the usual characters, except all the actors are men, so it’s like an olde Shakespearean play or Italian opera. And they always over act.

The one and only Anne Rice novel I ever read was ‘Cry to Heaven’, about Tonio Treschi (TT): high born Venetian heir who was kidnapped, castrated, and forced into the ranks of the ‘Castrati’ by the conniving of his disgraced elder brother/father who desired to replace him as the sole heir. Tonio as Osiris, and a nice re-imagining of the Enlil/Enki myth. Castrati played the roles of women in opera that forbade women to participate - another strange consequence of Catholic ideas about sex.

One thing I’ve learned over the years is that a man can play the part of a woman like nobody’s business, and vice versa. Judy Garland, is famous (besides going over the rainbow) for her black and white drag. A drag queen doing Judy Garland is like a man playing a woman playing a man.

A quick survey of gay porn house insignia (same as heraldic/sporting/nation state insignia) shows the same synchro-mystic themes popping up yet again.

Gay porn stars are "kept" ( like horses, footballers and movie stars) like chattel. We have this “Colt exclusive” or that “Hot House exclusive” model, who all fly the flag of their houses and fuck only house bro’s. It’s like I’m back in college, only more so. In Chronos order:

Flying the flag of Horus we have Falcon Studios, a long time champion.

A worthy competitor is Titan Media - which is nearly as ancient.

Colt has always fancied itself to be the high brow of the down low, with brands like 'Olympus' - home of the Gods.

There are many new gay porn houses on the circuit these days, too many to list, but I find two of particular interest:

Lucas Entertainment: Founded by Michael Lucas, AKA Andrei Treivas. Called “Gay Porn’s Neocon Kingpin”, the "Lion of Chelsea" and the "last of the New York porn moguls", He is also known for his outspoken views on Judaism and Islam and his criticism of drug use and unprotected sex in the gay community. Oy veh!

It’s easy for me to read too much into Lucas Entertainment titles like ‘Ray Star Bottom’ and ‘Rapture Inn’. The “rapture”, (root word “rape”), is the twisted darling of ‘End Times’ Christians, and it would appear only queers know what it actually means. But it begs the question, is Michael Lucas the George Lucas of gay porn? And what exactly would that mean?

Hot House Media, (HH) the house of my muse, Francesco D’Macho. A hot house is a green house, which is a carefully cultivated garden, an Eden, so to speak. This Eden chooses an orange sunburst diamond as it’s logo. Hmmm.

Combining Eden with the gay rainbow flag, we have strong syncs with Noah, the Flood, and by inference, the Golden Age of Atlantis. And what IS it about oranges? Our arch nemesis, Anita Bryant, pimped for oranges, for Pete's sake! I thought you'd never ask - I have a new theory:

The 1989 Michael Crichton novel Jurassic Park, features dinosaurs that were genetically altered so they could not produce lysine. This was supposed to prevent the cloned dinosaurs from leaving the park, forcing them to depend on lysine supplements provided by the park's veterinary staff. --wikipedia

The Eye of Raptor (Horus).

Like the dinosaurs in the park (garden) humans don’t have the ability to internally manufacture ascorbic acid, AKA Vitamin C. There are only three animals that cannot manufacture ascorbic acid in their livers - certain primates, fruit bats, and... guinea pigs! What's up with that? Maybe because we were designed that way, a sort of biological “leash” to keep us on the farm - Eden. Go too long without C, and you become a scurvy dog. Kinda like Star Trek's Jem'Hadar, who can’t go long without “white”.

Consulting the Google for “gay falcon” give up this interesting synch: 'The Gay Falcon', film, 1941.

The bold adventurer who's as smooth with the ladies as he's clever with crime!...Fiction's slickest super sleuth, created by Michael Arlen and portrayed by the star who thrilled you as "The Saint".

"The Saint" was Simon Templar, a thinly disguised Knight of the Order, played in the '60's TV series by Roger Moor. We have the Gay Falcon, Simon Templar and 007, all conflated, and perhaps Horus is the archetype they re-present.

See "The Falcon" solve the DOUBLE murder and diamond robbery that turned society upside down. Try and outguess the man who seems to know all the answers even before the questions are asked.

Indeed.

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SYNC NOTES:

Today is 7/17 ( an Osiris full moon) and tomorrow, Heath Ledger's Joker is unleashed on the world in The Dark Knight. Jack Nicholson's Joker asked Batman (Michael Keaton, Beetlejuice): "Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light?", which resulted in a flashback, and Bruce Wayne recalling the riddle from his parent's DOUBLE murder.

Last week in downtown Kirkland I spied a red Jeep Wrangler (used to own one, so they rez highly for me) license plate: Hawkeyez

The Ties That Bind

Ever since the Chevrolet/Darth Vader bow tie fighter connection of Crossfire by Jake Kotze, I’ve been keeping my eye on the tie.

Bow ties are associated with formal wear and ceremony (ritual), clowns (anti-ritual) nutty professors, Playboy bunny fem-bots, Chippendale dancer boy-bots, Jimmy Olsen and Charlie Chaplain. Charlie is famous for his penguin walk, and penguins are well known for their black and white formal attire, including the bow tie:

“That foul smelling bird”.

Wasp-waisted Orion (the Hunter) is often called the bow-tie constellation, and its connection to Osiris, the god with the detachable penis, is well noted. The red giant Betelgeuse is a member, which synchs me straight into Tim Burton’s 1988 romantic horror comedy: ‘Beetlejuice’.

Beetlejuice stars Michael Keaton in (black and white stripes) as Betelgeuse, the “bio-exorcist”, and Winona Rider plays Lydia, his teen-aged “betrothed”. Michael Keaton also donned the cape to play the Dark Knight in Tim Burton’s ‘Batman Returns’, where he battles the bow-tied penguin.

And here I have an interesting anecdote:

Last fall, my partner’s father (recently deceased) and third wife came for an infrequent visit, and the subject after dinner had turned to beetle juice - or rather... Carmine - the brilliant red food coloring derived from female cochineal beetles, used in Campari. When Nancy started chanting “Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!! Beetlejuice!!!” I suddenly knew we had crossed into the twilight zone, and that perhaps I should pay attention.

Carmine is sometimes called 'beetle blood', and this week saw our man in London Ben Fairhall synching up with John Lennon. I note that the Beatles - 1 (27 #1 singles) CD cover is brilliant carmine red.

Betelgeuse is a red giant, and here we have a red dwarf: Lester ‘Beetlejuice’ Green, the comic in ‘Beetlejuice has a red shirt, who me?’ with a golden ‘giant’ making the conspicuous horny handed power signal! Now we have red and green, and apparently Osiris is green all over, so it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas... in July.

Bobby Troup warns us “Don’t forget Winona” in ‘Route 66’ , and even though Wikipedia gives this intriguing bite...

Winona is the only town out of sequence in the list. It was a very small settlement east of Flagstaff, and might indeed have been forgotten if not for the song's lyric, "Don't forget Winona", written to rhyme with "Flagstaff, Arizona."

...we’ll save Winona and Route 66 for another post.

Oddly, hot man eye candy has been placed across my path this week that is conspicuously wearing either tight black and white, or solid red Under Amour (put a sexy guy in it, on it or next to it, and my attention is always riveted. I think the Universe knows that...) I’ve also seen two ‘salad’ green Lamborghini Murciélago’s in one week, which is sorta like finding two four leaf clovers for a car guy. The Murciélago’s father is the devil, Diablo, who’s father before that was the Countach, which means ‘Fuck’. Interesting lineage.

Lamb chop

I spent the fourth of July at my parent’s - Hood Canal, AKA the Dead Sea. The folks are inveterate tennis fans, so at the canal, the American birthday has always been conflated with “Breakfast at Wimbledon”. The elite and esoteric undercurrents of this game can hardly be underestimated. This year we were treated to the spectacle of Venus Williams triumphing over her sister Serena, bringing her Wimbledon count to FIVE stars! I almost felt like fuck... that was it, Venus had her five and Wimbledon can now sink into the earth!

5/11?

The men’s finals were delayed due to rain, and featured gorgeous Rafael Nadal of Spain vs. stunning Roger Federer of Germany. Tennis players have always been fine, but these two are amazing. I perked up when they entered the TIE breaker. “Sudden death”, with the black and white striped umpire deciding who lives and who dies.

It seems that the elite love nothing better than competition, especially when it’s all rigged - “insider trading”. America, being the Masonic Dream, exemplifies this “survival of the fittest”. The unholy trinity of Capitalist business, Denominational religion and Democratic government, all modeled on the iDeal of competition - winner take all.

The disease seeps into “reality” shows like Big Brother, with even the most elemental of cooperative arrangements reduced to bitter competition. The jungle as lifestyle, Darwin’s triumph. It makes me wonder what the elite would do if ever faced with some real competition, and would I even know?

I had to stop and ponder when my 17 year old nephew and his school (of the Little Shop of Miracles) competed in a national choral competition last June where they TIED for first place! And I recently found ‘Boat Race Muscle’, by Elysiumfields, an homoerotic fantasy that involves an Oxford-Cambridge crew race, in which the competitors finish in a TIE, and then all retire to the crew house for wild homo sex.

Maybe that’s why the generals don’t like the idea of queers in the army - they suspect that deep down, we’d rather fuck than fight. Damn! Armage-Wible-Don had to be called off, on account of lust! A ‘raining men’ delay. The ratings will suffer. Or maybe not.

And finally, Francesco D’Macho, all tied up. By his free will.

Mary D'Macho

Yesterday I read a fascinating bio of Francesco D’Macho, gay porn superstar. If you’ve been a long time reader at Gosporn, you’ve seen Francesco before, the golden jockstrapped muse of the Double H Ranch.

Born a stone’s throw from the Coliseum in Rome, Francesco’s lead a fascinating life. Though he grew up a Catholic Italian boy, he feels betrayed by the church and said he hates the Pope (with ya on that) and that he was interested in Cabalism even B.M. (before Madonna) but what riveted me was his statement that the first time he ever got fucked was while in London - the night that Princess Diana died - August 31, 1997.

Francesco’s a hustler - a glorified prostitute - so he syncs with Mary Magdalene (yes, he does!) God seems to really like prostitutes. He hooks his son up with one, and way back in Exodus, Joshua and some of his men went to spy out Jericho, and they were able to to stay undercover (smirk) at the house of a Jericho prostitute. Later, she and her family were the only ones Joshua let go after the fall of Jericho. The only ones.

I could read all kinds of syncro-bullshit into the timing of Francesco’s cherry popping, but I’ll let it go. Suffice to say that I was oddly comforted by that little bit of news.

Heaven

Francesco D'Macho's gorgeous video showing himself, Pedro, Daniel and friends in Costa Rica. The beach of Manuel Antonio was made for these guys, or maybe they were made for the beach. Either way.

Via Doug at Unnatural Devotions. I couldn't improve on his title.

The Double H Ranch

Francesco and his golden jockstrap.

My thing for twins grows. Read Twin Towers for a recap.

Goro Adachi hit so many nerves in his recent post: 'The St. Anthony Code' that the synchromystic mob is still reeling. Among many subjects, he details the symbolic elements of the collapse of the twin bridges in the Twin Cities, and I paid particular attention. Twin bridges, twin towers...

Joined at the hip?

On 6/16 I wrote: "Before the Twin Towers in NYC were destroyed, another pair were built in the East - the Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Erected in 1998, these towers were briefly the tallest buildings in the world".

Twins bridging the narrow way.

The Minnesota bridges collapsed on August 1, and I was reminded of another pair of twin bridges - the Tacoma Narrows - completed on July 15. An emerging pattern? I don't know what it means, but it means something.

The Petronus Towers form a pronounced H. When I look at the Narrows Bridge uprights, I see connecting structure - an H. I have a lot of personal syncs about this, perhaps the oddest one being that my hubby and I both have Double H baseball caps (a long story).

And today I finally noticed the insignia of the Hot House gay porn studio - the House of Francesco. (HH, orange, sun rays, diamond). My head hurts.