Agamemnon Speaks

I was reading a textbook today about the old wooden battleship Agamemnon, which was capsized by a rogue wave while standing by during the laying of the first trans-Atlantic cable in 1858.

A few hours later I saw this map of all the submarine cables that carry 99% of the world’s internet data.

Agamemnon, Greek king, House of Atreus (Atriedes in the Dune universe).

When Helen, the wife of Menelaus, ran off with Paris of Troy, Agamemnon commanded the united Greek armed forces in the ensuing Trojan War. -wikipedia

This is a curious sync considering last weekend’s marriage between the Houses of Hilton and Rothschild. Beauty and the Beast. Also, the “mysterious” lapse of communication that occurred on July 8:

• ITEM: The New York City subway system suffered an atrocious commute today, with some trains being inexplicably stranded in stations for long periods of time.
• ITEM: The website “The Dissolve” folded today.
• ITEM: United Airlines was forced to ground all of its flights after its computer system mysteriously stopped working.
• ITEM: The New York Stock Exchange suspended trading today after its computerized trading system mysteriously stopped working.
• ITEM: Immediately after, the Wall Street Journal’s website mysteriously stopped working.
• ITEM: More than 2,500 people in Washington, DC mysteriously lost power.

Not to mention that "ancient" Greece and “epic” banker greed are also in the headlines. What to make of it? I suspect the connection between the collective subconscious (submarine cables) and the conscious are finally completed, and are about to go online. Perhaps these uncanny blips in technological/mythical artifices are the global signal of a new wavelength. Or rather, the rebirth of a very old one.

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!

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?

The Root of All Goodness

The 32nd Port Townsend Kinetic Sculpture Race went on last weekend. This year’s theme was Mythos: Gods and Goddesses, so of course it was syncy as hell. I have pics of Zeus, Aphrodite, Hades, Isis, The Unknown God and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but for me the best kinetic sculpture was The Almighty Dollar.

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. ~1 Timothy 6:10

The curious thing about the dollar is that its symbol is a snake on a staff, which is also the symbol of Asclepius, the Greek God of medicine.

The myth of Asclepius tells us:

Zeus killed Asclepius with a thunderbolt because he raised Hippolytus from the dead and accepted gold for it. ~ wikipedia

This is fascinating, considering our own medical “industry” is all about the gold, and not so much about the healing, except as a way to get… more gold! That’s just the way it is in the land of the Almighty Dollar.

It is not clear why snakes are sacred to Asclepius and to healing:

In honor of Asclepius, a particular type of non-venomous snake was often used in healing rituals, and these snakes — the Aesculapian Snakes — slithered around freely on the floor in dormitories where the sick and injured slept.

However, in shamanic visions, a snake-like character is often described. I’ve seen them myself.

To many occult researchers, the serpent, and especially the intertwined snakes of the Hermetic staff, represent the double helix of our own DNA. If you subscribe to the idea of consciousness being far greater than mere human synapse firing, but something ingrained into the fabric of the universe itself, then it is not so far-fetched to suppose that our DNA has an encoded intelligence, a “library” of information that would make the Library of Alexandria pale in comparison. And this just might be the source of shamanic healing of which Asclepius and his staff are a symbol.

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Notes:

In the short story "The Two Temples" by Herman Melville, the narrator, hired by a lady as a personal physician, describes his job as "the post of private Æsculapius and knightly companion."

I wonder… if you ritually burn a dollar bill, can you release Asclepius from his curse?

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UPDATE: 10/15/14

I read an article in the library about a shortage of snake anti-venom, especially the coral snake, because it was not profitable for pharmaceutical companies to produce it. This syncs fairly hard on the myth of Moses and the brazen serpent.

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UPDATE: 10/16/14

Well, that was weird. Mom asked us to burn some old financial records on the beach, since they no longer needed to be kept. We lit a bonfire, and many printed $ snake signs went up in flames this afternoon. There were many medical bills and receipts in the fire, and old bank statements. The conversation around the fire turned to medical issues of friends and family that were on our minds. It became a sort of fire side lament.

So somehow, we acted out the ritual I had described just above, even though I never goaded, suggested or even hinted that any of this should, or even could, occur.

For Your Eyes Only

I have some recent “secret message” or sub rosa syncs, that I called “for your eyes only”, which eventually led me to watch the old 1981 James Bond chestnut, starring Roger Moore as 007 and Carole Bouquet as Melina Havelock - the crossbow wielding, Artemis/Diana resonating goddess of the hunt.

Roger Moore was Simon Templar in 'The Saint', so to me, his role as James Bond was simply a continuation of the Masonic secret agent meme. This is also why another Moore, graphic novelist Alan Moore, always places prominent Masonic emblems upon everything 'top secret'. Spooks and Freemasonry just go together.

The plot hinges upon the loss of the ‘Automatic Targeting Attack Communicator’ (ATAC), the system used by the Ministry of Defence to communicate with and co-ordinate the Royal Navy's fleet of Polaris submarines.

The communicator hides aboard a British fishing boat named St. Georges, complete with Templar Cross, until it is hit by a mine, and lost to the briny deep. We note that a ‘Knights Templar’ is physically handcuffed to ATAC at all times as a protective measure.

To translate, ATAC represents the Holy Grail, or Hiram’s Key (the password), possibly found by the ‘Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon’ while camping in the stables of ‘Solomon’s Temple’ during the first crusade (to be taken as allegory).

42 is LOST

In a rather remarkable reveal, the Grail is represented as a computer terminal, with 6 large numbers at the top. It is a communications device for the VALIS computer (as St. Dick described it) or simply the subconscious ID (as Jung would say).

Roger Moore’s antagonists are Milos Columbo (the dove) and Aristotle Kristatos, I imagine this to be yet another take on the Templars vs. Catholic theme. Recall that the Templars were forcibly disbanded and driven underground by the Catholic Church on Oct. 13, 1307, with the murder of their Grand Master Jacques de Molay. 1013 has become a very Templar resonating series of numbers. ATAC can be read as 1-100-1-3 in Gematria.

Kristatos is revealed to be a secret opium smuggler, we recall that religion is called “the opiate of the masses”. He is played by Julian Glover, who would go on to appear opposite previous Bond Sean Connery in ‘Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade’, as Nazi sympathiser Walter Donovan.

Much battling over the Grail ensues, most of it within an ancient Catholic monastery, which James must penetrate. I guess the Catholics stole it back. In the end, Bond steals it back again, but in order to prevent it falling into the hands of the “Orthodox” Russians, throws it off a cliff, where it is smashed to pieces.

“That’s Detente Comrade. You don’t have it, I don’t have it.”

Truly, Hiram’s Key has been lost.

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

I read Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows a few weeks ago. I was intrigued that Pink Floyd named their debut album after a chapter in the book: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn. The chapter's an odd one, where our diminutive animal protagonists have a frankly psychedelic and vaguely homoerotic experience meeting Pan. One wonders if Kenneth enjoyed a bit of the "Halfling's leaf" back in the day, while writing his stories for children.

I am intrigued by piper myths, both Pan and the Pied Piper. The Pied Piper rids the town of Hamlin of a plague of rats, it reminded me of this old gosporn post - The Piper Gets an Advance, where the modern bankers and plutocrats have become the rats in our global village, eating us out of house and home. The climax of The Wind in the Willows is chapter 12, "The Return of Ulysses", where Toad and his compatriots retake Toad Hall from a band of weasels.

Another telling spin on the weasel mythos can be found in the Terry Jones-directed version of Wind in the Willows, a live-action 1996 interpretation which re-conceives Grahame's saga as an environmental parable. Here the weasels are no longer a grasping underclass but rather a league of industrialists, plowing over Mole's field to build vast factories and planning to dynamite Toad's home - a historical landmark - to make way for a new processing plant. The Chief Weasel, sporting a Hitler mustache and flanked by Nazi-like "W" banners, is an evil plutocrat with no regard for the natural landscape, the national legacy, or the modest homes and livelihoods of creatures throughout the River Bank. ~Joel Bocko.

Rat, Mole, Badger and Toad sneak back into Toad Hall via a secret underground passage while the weasels are partying it up in the dining room, eating Toad's food, drinking his wine, and telling crass jokes. It was a banquet for the Chief Weasel's birthday.

The League of Weasels

Yesterday, 4/4/14, was the 65th birthday of NATO. The "Weasel in Chief" would be our 44th president. Var and I were walking by the house with the "Big Orange Sync" yesterday and he spied a condom package on the road, a Trojan. We recall that Ulysses sneaked into Troy by hiding inside the Trojan Horse.

I wonder if the invasion from the Id began yesterday? Not the overt attack, but the sneaking in.

Ankars Away

I never check out Goro Adachi because he is so dead on with my personal syncs it's scary. But I broke my rule a few days ago.

As noted previously, ISON is "Trojan" in nature in that its perihelion (closest point to sun) will be on Thanksgiving (Nov 28) aka "Turkey Day". (Trojan = Troy = ancient city in what is now Turkey.)

And it just so happens that the name of Turkey's capital, Ankara, means "anchor", implying "gravity". The apple and gravity go hand in hand via Newton...

It will be just a couple of days later from there when we'll see Mars and ISON at their closest point to each other, as seen from Earth, on Oct 17... the day of the debt ceiling deadline in the US which would greatly intensify the government shutdown crisis started on Oct 1 (ISON's Mars flyby day). Should be quite intense what we'll see right around that time on both macro and micro/personal levels.

I've been working on an anchor logo for a week - staring at an anchor. I honestly never connected it with gravity, duh. What I did connect it with was "grounding", and of course, sexy sailors with an anchor tat, but also... teleportation. Because in HTML, the "anchor" tag is the way we travel from one web page to another in cyberspace. That is probably how we will do it. For real.

I have no idea why this phallic symbol is defying gravity.

Goro is also syncing with the golden apple of discord, and again, this is deeply personal. I have a million apple syncs over the summer. A few days ago a seagull flew over me and dropped an apple directly in my path. It was so obvious I took a pic. The gull representing Eris. The time traveling DeLorean has gull-wing doors. In Turkey, the land of Troy, Gul = rose, which is of course, another apple.

Still time to change the road your on?

And finally - Paris, the poor soul forced to choose between three vain and powerful Goddesses:

Returning after nine days, Agelaus was astonished to find the child still alive, and brought him home in a backpack (πήρα, hence Paris's name, which means "backpack") to rear as his own.

Same day as the golden apple event, this anon character who is known only as John H, begins posing in a backpack, on certain sites of prurient interest. To the fairest, indeed.

John H only appears as an animated GIF, and the Trojan Horse was also a gift.

Above Us, Only Sky

Uranus (/ˈjʊərənəs/ or /jʊˈreɪnəs/; Ancient Greek Οὐρανός, Ouranos meaning "sky" or "heaven") was the primal Greek god personifying the sky. In Ancient Greek literature, Uranus or Father Sky was the son and husband of Gaia, Mother Earth.

We had a great wind storm here in PT a few days ago. It wasn't as bad as the media feared, but it was still pretty exciting. I had a bit of an epiphany, considering the ocean of atmosphere that surrounds the earth... how air, wind, sky and God are so intertwined in religious myth.

Pneuma (πνεῦμα) is an ancient Greek word for "breath," and in a religious context for "spirit" or "soul."

I saw a sailboat named Spirit today, and if ever there was a vessel powered by pneuma, that would be it. I thought how perhaps... the wind really IS a spirit, and perhaps the entire, roiling clouding mass of sky is alive, and even sentient, in its own way...

Now, the curious thing about the myth of Uranus is that he was castrated by his son, Cronus (Saturn) who became the God of time, and mortality. But this castration also resulted in the birth of Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, from pink foam.

From the genitals in the sea came forth Aphrodite. The learned Alexandrian poet Callimachus[13] reported that the bloodied sickle had been buried in the earth at Zancle in Sicily...

Only SKYY

This brings us to the current America's Cup. The cup is the Grail (Gaia) and it is raced in Uranus (wind) powered vessels, with all kinds of arbitrary time and wind strength limits, and well, the whole idea of a race depends on time, or Cronus, as the arbiter. It's almost as if Time is afraid of Wind... refuses to play if he comes on too strong.

Gull wing doors

The curious thing about the current America's Cup is that the score is tied, 8-8. And well, we all know that you have to break 88 mph to conquer time. That's a hurricane. And maybe that's why I get a hard on every time the wind really blows. Aphrodite is the daughter of the power of love, after all.

Fuck Yeah!

Long time readers of Gosporn already know that Jeff Fairhall told me (in a mushroom trance) that FUCK was the name of the Creator. To the Greeks he was Eros, but to us, the most powerful verbal affirmation of creative energy is... a forbidden four letter word.

This summer is another America's Cup summer, or as I like to say, Grail Racing. This year the race is in San Francisco, and it's been a debacle from the get go, so I won't go into all that now. Why I'm posting this is because of two curious syncs:

1. Woodenboat magazine is featuring a San Francisco schooner named EROS.

2. This footage of young men racing on San Francisco bay for the Youth America's Cup who yell "Fuck Yeah!" after nailing the start. (1:55).

Pluto Rocks

MOSCOW — A meteor streaked across the sky and exploded over Russia’s Ural Mountains with the power of an atomic bomb Friday, its sonic blasts shattering countless windows and injuring about 1,100 people.

I've become fascinated by video footage of the vapor trail and shockwave from the Valentine's Day Russian meteor.

"It's war of the worlds, we're under attack..."

Note the Saturnian scythe

As already noted, Russia is "the bear", and syncronauts have been monitoring bear syncs for weeks prior. I personally became interested in the Russian bear syncs when Bill in Exile posted an article on the 18th: The Bear, featuring the Russian Tupolev TU-95 strategic bomber {NATO reporting name: Bear}.

When I was in the Marines I had a buddy who was a Marine F-4 Phantom pilot who was based on Okinawa and who used to have to scramble to intercept these bad boys when the Soviets would test our air defense systems.

He said that the engines — because of the propeller design that allowed them to rotate faster than the speed of sound — made the aircraft the single loudest plane in the history of aviation.

So loud in fact that he said that even with his flight helmet on and the sound of his own plane’s J-79 jet engines just behind him, the sound of the TU-95′s engines was almost deafening when he tucked in next to a Bear like the Phantom in the picture below.

Note lightning motif on tail.

Var sent me this story about a contest to name Pluto's moons: Pluto Rocks!

The rock 'n roll, stone pun is as old as Mick Jagger, but it still works. It made me think of barelyhuman11's (BEARily human) fascinating examination of Back to the Future via Greek myth.



According to Lloyd on Mt. Olympus, Marty McFly is Pluto, who joins with his brothers Neptune (Enchantment Under the Sea Dance) and Jupiter (Doc Brown) to defeat Saturn or Chronus (time).

We first meet Marty entering Doc Brown's lab, running his skateboard into a case of Plutonium (the ID), and then creates a destructive sonic boom.

The central sphere and three concentric rings of the amp resemble the rings of the planet Saturn - a foreshadowing of Marty's role in the destruction of the clock tower, or time.

I'm afraid you're just to darn loud.

Pluto is Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Osiris also becomes a God of the dead after he is murdered, and so also Jesus, and more or less every King Kill character ever worshipped. He is Marty the Martyr, as Darren points out:

Is "Back to the Future" a Film About the Knight's Templars and Their Fight with Rome?

10:04 minus a few zeros is 14: Valentine's Day

Pluto and Neptune, rocking out.

Meteor or Delorean?

Perhaps, Pluto/Jesus' Delorean has just arrived... back from the future.

For as lightning that comes from the east is visible even in the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. ~Matthew 24:27

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NOTES:

This is Gosporn's 666 post.

I have an orange Eddie Bauer down vest and every time I wear it, Var smacks his fists together and says "Dork, thinks he's gonna drown!"

The first time the orange life vest and bears entwined for me was back during a road trip to Port Townsend in 2010. See A Road Trip With VALIS.

2/15/13: Delorean Time Machine is BACK!

The original, screen used Delorean from "Back to the Future" has been restored! This vehicle, referred to as the "A" Car was featured in all three films and has been expertly restored by the team at The Time Machine Restoration Team.