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!

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

Undress, Wiseman, Lord.

I've been expecting OCTober to be a spidery month and my hunch was confirmed when Bring a Trailer featured two "Spider" sports cars on Sept. 30.

A few days later, an add for a new solitaire app shows up on my iPhone:

Spiders represent Arachne - the subconscious weaver of the web of conscious reality. We note that this spider is playing cards, which syncs directly into games of chance, gambling and tarot readings. In the 1973 James Bond film Live and Let Die, Solitaire is a character who reads the tarot for her underworld boss, and she is never wrong.

Yesterday was the Golden Anniversary of the Bond Franchise - Dr. No opened on Oct. 5, 1962, and I've been musing on the concept of the secret agent.

According to Jung, the mind is divided into two parts - the conscious ego, and the subconscious, or Id. These two parts are at war with one another, but are also secretly in love, which leads to all manner of intrigue. This odd arrangement is echoed in the odd arrangement of our political organizations, which are all governed by duly elected representatives of our own good judgement, but we all know it's just a sham and all the real power lies in the "shadow" government - the realm of Black Ops, Disinfo, secret agents, and all the rest. The President of the USA may be the most powerful man on earth, but his power only exists at the behest of this shadowy, underworld side of the government.

Liz may be Queen of the Soggy Isles, but we all know the real power behind the throne:

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As the President of the divided country of "Mikastan", I would dearly love a spy to go check out what the fuck is going ON in there, in my secret subconscious spider cave, and get a heads up on what's coming around the pike, so to speak. Sort of a Sneak Preview. But I can't very well go marching in as King Konsciousness, can I? All flags out and horns a blaring... hell, they'd see me coming a mile away.

No... a more subtle approach is needed, a master of disguise who can appear as a subconscious comrade, but who is really a double agent. He could go rummage around the spinning room while the spiders were all on a lunch break. He could check out files, blueprints, scripts. And maybe, if he were clever, he could swap some blueprints or scripts around, without the spiders catching on.

And if we were charming enough, maybe some lovely spider would even willingly cooperate. It's not the first time the spider was seduced by the fly.

SYNC NOTE: Barbara Bach played Major Anya Amasova in The Spy Who Loved Me. Bach is the wife of Ringo Starr, of the Beatles. Fifty years ago, on Oct. 5, 1962, the first Beatles single hit the streets: Love Me Do.

In the Shop

I picked up Deepak Chopra’s 'Reinventing the Body, Resurrecting the Soul' today. Already I’m hooked and I’ve only read 10 pages! I've been a DC fan for decades, and lately I’ve come to realize that Dr. Chopra’s world view is a lot closer to Mark Twain (or Jeff Fairhall) than I thought. The only thing I don’t like about Deepak (and something I can’t personally fault him for) is that he’s become a powerful guru, and it is always fascinating how people raise up the ones who want to liberate us from all that hero worship. Buddha, Jesus, Lennon, He-Man, they all came to tell us “I am the power!” and we never figure out that I Am means me.

Anyway, this fabulously anarchistic poster (click the pic to read the fine print) came across my desk this morning, and I thought it worked pretty well for Deepak’s book too... a “how-to” manual on repairing the Soul. In fact, I'd agree with every single point, whether we're talking about the repair of a toaster oven, automobile, or the Self.

I like how the hand is carrying a big hex wrench, the “all purpose” tool for fixing things. I guess that’s my other issue with Deepak and much of the self-repair crowd. They leave out the instructions on how to use the most powerful and wonderful tool in our toolbox - Kundalini energy. I’d rather take my soul to Kake’s garage than Deepak’s. I've heard he's one hell of a mechanic. Kake looks like he has all the tools he needs, and he's not afraid to use them.

At You're Service, Sir.

By The Way: Today is 11/11 AKA Armistice Day. Armistice: an agreement made by opposing sides in a war to stop fighting for a certain time; a truce. A truce between my conscious and subconscious? Today has been a particularly pleasant and synchy day.

Give Me Back My Ruby Slippers

In the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy’s first official “act” in Oz was a murder - the death of the Wicked Witch of the East. Apparently, this witch “dies” when you enter the subconscious, or dreaming mind.

Dorothy’s next crime is to steal the witch’s ruby slippers. These slippers are the “bone of contention” throughout the film, with the Wicked Witch of the West always persuing Dorothy, desiring their magical power:

Give me back my slippers.
I’m the only one that knows how to use them,
They’re of no use to you!
Give them back to me, Give them back!

Note it’s “give them BACK to me”, implying that she and her sister could be the same old girl. The Witch of the West is the subconscious version of the Witch of the East, exactly like Scarecrow is the subconscious version of Hunk, and the Wizard is the subconscious version of Professor Marvel.

Which means the Witch is the subconscious version of one Miss Elvira Gulch.

The Gulch’s own “half the county” and are deathly afraid of little dogs, which are themselves powerful subconscious resonators. Toto is Dorothy’s subconscious, and Miss Gulch wants to have it “destroyed”. Elvira has the force of the law and propriety on her side, and to me she represents the “Powers That Be” - the self-righteous yet corrupt persons and institutions that we dare not go against because of their mighty power of the law, and the threat of violence.

We can’t go against the law, Dorothy. --Aunty Em

If Miss Gulch represents the Powers That Be, then the Witch of the West represents my subconscious “belief” in them. They are one and the SAME THING. The only difference is that “one is even worse than the other one”. My subconscious, being very much like Toto, is easily trained, mostly through repetitive presentation of symbols and ideas:

 “Capitalism gives us all an equal chance to get rich, Communism wants to enslave us; Christianity and Judaism are good, Islam is scary; Killing for American political interests is heroic, resisting those political interests is terrorism; Sex is mostly vile, gay sex immeasurably more so.”

We all know the general memes and we see how artfully they are placed into our nearly defenseless subconscious by a thousand different methods beginning almost immediately after birth. I have an extremely well trained subconscious, I woefully admit.

So I know who the Witch is, but what are the ruby slippers, and why are they so important to her?

Keep tight inside of them. They’re magic must be very powerful, or she wouldn’t want them so badly. --Glinda

Dorothy doesn’t actually know she wears ruby slippers until she enters Oz. Which means the conscious mind cannot even know they are there. Only the subconscious can see them, much less use them.

“I’m the only one that knows how to use them, They’re of no use to you!”

Considering that the slippers grant Dorothy's every wish, I’ll muse that perhaps the ruby slippers represent my personal power of reality creation. My “God-like production”, if you will. This is the creative power that Jung called the Id, and this power is accessed only through the subconscious, dreaming mind. Hmmm. No wonder the Witch wants them so badly!

I’ve been lead to believe that my personal power of creation is a team effort - that I “co-create” my reality, though "co-destroy" would be more accurate. But what if that’s not exactly true? What if the consensus reality is an illusion? What if we, each and every one of us, wear a pair of ruby slippers?

What if you could control everyone else’s slippers, make them dance to your tune? Even convince them that have no slippers. Why, you could control the world.

The Witch of the East (conscious, military power) and the Witch of the West (subconscious, religious power).

Dorothy eventually overcomes both witches. She recruits her friends from the top of the Chakra on down: the Scarecrow, or brain; the Tin Man, or heart; and the Lion, or will. It’s a team effort, after all.

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“Well, my pretty, I can cause accidents, too!”

October 13, 2010, was a big day for the witch. Our latest mediated “accident” are the 33 Chilean miners, all rescued safely, thanks to the prayers of the current wearer of the ruby slippers. Given the heavy handed resurrection symbolism surrounding the event, it makes me wonder. The Catholic church slippers are looking a bit tarnished these days, and this event has certainly helped polish them up a bit.

 Jesus was supposedly 33 when he was crucified, and the miner's mountain began to resemble the Great Pyramid with those slanting shafts burrowing into the "king's chamber".  The Phoenix was a popular symbol of both Egyptian and early Christian resurrection, and the "Phoenix car" reminds me of the Ka of the Pharaohs, escaping the underworld. Add in that October 13 is a Masonic holy day, being the day of dissolution of the Knights Templar, and well... let’s just say my spider sense is tingling.

Defying grim predictions about how they would fare after two months trapped underground, many of the Chilean miners came bounding out of their rescue capsule on Wednesday as pictures of energy and health, able not only to walk, but, in one case, to leap around, hug everyone in sight and lead cheers. -NYT

Uh, yea. And notice they all took a vow of secrecy about their underground ordeal. Now we have the Secret Society of Chilean Miners?

Well, true story or not, the Chilean miners win the Pope some ruby slipper points with his base. But for me... not so fast, Witchy Poo. I may have just become conscious of my own ruby slippers, and I’m not giving them up so easily. I’m not giving them back.

The Crying Pig

Tonight, as last week's swine flu pandemic became merely a bad cold, I was roasting a red pepper for "burrito night", and my thoughts were drawn to Mexico. A favorite little Mexican burrito joint in Seattle is El Puerco Lloron - "The Crying Pig", and I recalled how important the pig is to Mexican food. A pig is to Mexico as a cow is to the US - something of a cultural icon.

The last great influenza outbreak in the US was called the Spanish Flu, and I recall that Mexico was conquistadored by Spain. Felipe Solis Olguin, the director for the Museo Nacional de Antropologia in Mexico City, threw President Obama a gala dinner on April 16, and dies the next day from "flu-like symptoms," and that's no accident. It occurs to me that para-politics are involved here?

The media generated illusion of "pandemic" has harmed the Mexican economy the most, and I always follow the money. Mexico lost, and of course, the "pharmaceutical" industry won again, with the many orders for Tamiflu®.

Perhaps what is really going on is a secret "war" against Mexico, with a germ and the media as levers of economic coercion. What this may actually be about is anybody's guess, from drugs to ancient artifacts. The obvious answer is that it is about the drug cartel... just another seedy argument between the global suppliers of heroin and cocaine (the CIA) and such.

However, the first "victim" of Obama, being so closely associated with anthropology and ancient Mexican (solar) lore... makes me wonder if there aren't larger pieces at play. The "language" seems more esoteric than the typical gang warfare.

The covert "reaction" to the Swine Flu "epidemic" was a dramatic fly-by of an 'Air Force One' painted jet over Manhattan on April 27, causing widespread (and deliberate) panic. The presidential jet, standing in for the suicide jets of 911 - Hmmm. Might the Oval Office take that as a threat? On the other hand, the fly-by might not have been a reaction to the Swine Flu, but to Obama's pursuit of CIA torture crimes, but in any case not such a big difference, since the CIA is complicit in both.

The interesting synch that "sun" is Felipe Solis Olguin's middle name makes me wonder if his death isn't just another warning to the new Sun King: Tow the line... or else.

However the plays on the Grand Chessboard play out, there are always the crying pigs, the pawns sacrificed to the appetites of those who cannot be sated.

NOTES:

Conspiracies Can't Happen at Through the Looking Glass.

Swine Flu at The Copycat Effect.

Landing on Plymouth Rock

The Chariot of the Gods

She came from Planet Claire, I knew she came from there. She drove a Plymouth Satellite, Faster than the speed of light... Planet Claire has pink air, All the trees are red. No one ever dies there, No one has a head. Some say she's from Mars, Or one of the seven stars, That shine after 3:30 in the morning. WELL... SHE ISN'T! --Planet Claire, B-52's.

I've been musing about the sudden rise of the "Synchromystic", as it were. New synchromystic blogs pop up like mushrooms these days, with more and more people catching the bug. Synchronicity is (IMHO) an attempt to "awaken in the dream", to consciously view everyday events and coincidence as personal messages from the Dreaming Mind. In other words, lunatic pot heads who think God is talking to them in secret messages that only they can understand! I say that with love, because I'm one of them.

My own path on the yellow brick road began in earnest on Sept. 11, 2001 (no points for originality, I'm afraid) and has included more than one credible VALIS experience. I know many of my fellow synchronauts can recount similar experiences, and sometimes I wonder, how... why? Why is synchronicity waxing?

William Thuther at Conspiracy Grimoire has been doing some really excellent work on "the Contact Device": that spinning, whirling, gyroscope-like machine that Jodie Foster rode to make first contact with aliens in the Vega system. It keeps appearing in the strangest places - American Idol, the sculpture garden of the CERN super collider, etc.

I've been doing a lot of musing about this machine, and what it represents. Jodie obviously didn't actually "GO" anywhere. The ball drops, hits the water, and she exits with wild tales. What Jodie experienced was not a trip to Vega(s), but a sudden and powerful connection to Universal Consciousness. She'd had a classic religious vision; an anointing of the Holy Spirit; an "ego death". She visits "heaven", which to her was the tropical beach of her childhood, where she meets her father, as in... "the Holy Father".

Ecstatic religious experience can be generated in several ways, including intense prayer, meditation, chanting, entheogens, sex, strangulation (sometimes employed in Tantric sex) and.... altering the local magnetic field by SPINNING magnets around the cranium. If you do all of them at once maybe you become Jesus. Or Jodie Foster.

The human organism, being an electrical energy device of profound subtlety, is sensitive to flux in the magnetic fields that surrounds it. Changes in our own brain chemistry or in the magnetic field (the "electrolyte") can cause changes in the way our brain functions, perhaps temporarily bridging the gap from right to left brain experience - the Rainbow Bridge.

Is the Contact Device essentially a system of rapidly spinning magnets that alters the magnetic field around a body so as to create perfect link to the right brain, Dreaming Mind? Contact, indeed.

You Spin Me right round, baby right round...

When I think back on my youth, I loved the merry-go-round the best. Spinning. Curiously, rockers, swings, merry-go-rounds, etc., are all designed to generate rhythmic changes in local gravity/magnetic fields. Perhaps children find this intrinsically pleasurable because it creates a weak electrical connection across the Great Divide?

The Mad Tea Party

Amusement parks all feature gravity altering rides; the Roller Coaster, Centrifuge, the Vomatron, etc. Along with seriously trippy iconography in the "Fun House". Maybe the spinning makes the fun house "fun". Like taking a toke.

Curiously, the Psychiatry Museum in Bern, Switzerland, features a model of Centrifuge Therapy, which spins the insane asylum patient around in an 18th century version of an astronaut training chair, a "literal" attempt to spin the mental patient (who's head was "spinning"), back into "synch" with sanity.

The octagonal Contact Device in CERN is called a Super Collider - a metaphor for the meeting of the left brain Ego with the Right Brain Id - when the immovable object meets the irresistible force. This is also the Stargate, made famous via synchromagician Jake Kotze. The Contact Device and the Stargate are equivalents.

But why me, why us, and why now? Why this sudden explosion of people who seem at least half-connected to the Dreaming Mind half the time? My personal ego death didn't involve drugs, sex(darn it!) or strangulation, and I haven't been sitting inside any spinning Contact Devices or Ferris Wheels. Or... have I?

Relax... You're Soaking in It

VALIS is Philip K. Dick's satellite-based personification of Cosmic Consiousness. Satellites spin around the earth, exactly like the Contact Device spins around the ball that surrounds Jodie Foster (female, "earth", and perhaps... "foster parent"). Googling satellite earth orbit gives us this:

The paths of geostationary satellites oddly resemble the paths of the Contact Device. And who is credited with the "invention" of the geostatic satellite? Arthur C. Clarke, the imagineer of 2001: A Space Odyssey, which resonates so strongly with Contact. David BOWman and Ellie ARROWway. I mean... quite.

According to Canadian engineers at Queen's University, there are now more than 8000 operational satellites orbiting earth. This only includes the ones we've been told about. Is it possible that satellites might effect the earth's magnetic fields, in a way so as to create a global "Contact Device"? A device that is, even now, relentlessly surfacing the unconscious Underworld - directly into the oncoming train of the consensus reality trance. A device that is, perhaps, to be completed in 2012.

Maybe my own brief connection to the Id was simply the result of a random triangulation of satellites, creating a momentary surge of VALIS magnetic field flux!? I'm trying to imagine the effect on billions of egos who suddenly come face to face with their own, personal, Jesus. While watching TV.

Maybe there's a very good reason to be off planet by 2012.

Eureka!

Don't let anyone deceive you in any way, for (that day will not come) until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the man doomed to destruction. He will oppose and will exalt himself over everything that is called God or is worshiped, so that he sets himself up in God's temple, proclaiming himself to be God. --2 Thessalonians 2:3-4

Fundie Christians looking for signs of the times always focus on Jerusalem and the rebuilding of the temple as the watershed event. The Freemasons are supposed to rebuild the temple:

Fervent Masonic Desire to Rebuild Solomon's Temple is the Driving Force behind the events of the mid-East today, once completed, end times prophecy will be fulfilled! --David Bay, director of Cutting Edge Ministry

Never mind that Alfred Pike wrote:

We no longer expect to rebuild the Temple at Jerusalem. To us it has become but a symbol. To us the whole world is God's Temple, as is every upright heart. --Morals and Dogma

So which is it? Are the Masons re-building the temple or aren't they? Before we get to that, check this out:

And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird. --Revelation 18:2-3

"Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen."

An interesting turn of phrase when seen from a post 911 viewpoint. The twin towers are fallen, are fallen. NYC is figuratively Babylon, and the USA's mad insistence on possessing ancient Babylon simply underlines the archetype. Which might make George W. Bush Nebuchadnezzar III.

Immediately what had been said about Nebuchadnezzar was fulfilled. He was driven away from people and ate grass like cattle. His body was drenched with the dew of heaven until his hair grew like the feathers of an eagle and his nails like the claws of a bird. --Daniel 4:33

An unclean bird?

And yet, NYC is also figuratively Jerusalem (see Pilgrim's Progress). Metropolis/Gotham, Jerusalem/Babylon, Heaven/Hell. There is something remarkably satisfying about that to me.

Returning to this amazing pic of the giant emerald curtain in the Winter Garden of 3 World Financial Center, I ask "what's behind the curtain?" Remember that the Wizard of Oz hides himself behind a curtain and directs our attention elsewhere. That is what magicians DO - create distractions and illusions.

Note the terrier as revealer of the method.

Is the Masonically created Israel the distraction, and if so, a distraction from what? If I stand in the palm lined courtyard of the Winter Garden and look up at the curtain, I'd see Ground Zero if I had X-ray vision. Ground Zero is behind the curtain, which is now under feverish construction - erecting the octagonal stargate officially called the Freedom Tower, but perhaps known in secret as the Third Temple of Solomon.

The New World Order - administered from the mythic capitol of the new world - New York (New Jerusalem, New Babylon) from which rises (Phoenix-like) the new temple of Solomon. Pretty tight, eh?

The Hudson River Virus

I've never watched even one episode of Big Brother, but thankfully, Doug at Unnatural Devotions is a fan, and since I'm a fan of Doug, it all works out. There was high weirdness goings on last week, and perhaps none higher or weirder than on Big Brother. I suspect VALIS, but call it what you will.

Sirens, masturbation, exorcism, holy water, viral infection and tin foil hats are all featured in one very strange episode. The transcript is posted at the bottom (lifted from UD, thanks Doug).

In a nutshell, virtual prostitution and flagrant public masturbation has made Josh and Natalie believe there is evil in the house, so they conduct an impromptu exorcism. Tin foil hats are donned as worries of alien mind control are voiced. Chelsia even wears a spaghetti holder on her head - a rather obvious attempt at protection from the 'Flying Spaghetti Monster'. Chelsia also made the most interesting statement of the entire evening: "It’s the fucking Hudson river virus, they're coming for us."

What Is the Hudson River Virus? It’s from the dystopian CBS serial drama Jericho, which aired right after the PoV episode of Big Brother 9. HRV is a disease about which the government is warning the people of Jericho.

Jericho (the world's oldest city) was the first city conquered by the ancient Israelites after they crossed the River Jordan into the Promised Land. The Israelites were an invading horde that made the walls of Jericho come a tumblin' down. Joshua (Yahshua, Jesus) led the battle of Jericho.

Henry Hudson (1570? – 1611) was an English sea explorer and navigator in the early 17th century. His place of birth was London, England. He is presumed to have died in 1611 in Hudson Bay, Canada, after he was set adrift, along with his son and seven others, by his crewmen following a mutiny. --Wikipedia

Curiously, the Hudson River echoes the path of the River Jordan by flowing directly south from northern headwaters. It appears to end directly at Ground Zero.

You could say that God was also the victim of a mutiny - the angelic rebellion. HRV = Hudson's revenge. Viruses, even with today's advanced medicine, still easily breach the "walls" of our defenses, and it makes me wonder... just how low will Jesus go? A virus? That is so fucking sneaky! So Trojan horse. Just think, you may ALREADY be infected with Jesus nanobots! Maybe the Red Cross can help.

Episode Transcript

Note: The siren/alarm they're talking about in the transcript is a siren that they were warned about by the show's producers earlier in the day: apparently a siren will go off in the house at any moment and all the houseguests have to go to the living room for a surprise when they hear it. Getting this news apparently caused nerves to frazzle. To say the least. --Doug

11:45PM BBT: Natalie scares Josh telling him "EVIL" is in the house and told him that Allison gave James and Chelsia hand jobs for votes and that Matt will be attacked by it! [Eric ed. Quick! Someone call Ghostbusters!]

Natalie and Josh go running around house with two bibles (Josh has Precious Moments bible) and praying in each room (this is crazy!) Josh is freaking out; Natalie's eyes are bigger then normal. They are saying "no evil in and back away evil, all evil out. "We have enough evil in, send evil out!" Natalie reads from bible. Josh is throwing holy water (Which Josh/Natalie creating by sticking their hands in it and reading from bible then praying.) at everything. They start with Front door then DR door. Chelsia follows them at this point. They then bless the SR do and the SR itself. Chelsia is a laughing. Chelsia tells them nothing happened and laughs.

Natalie and Josh head to boat room and bless it. They focus on the "Evil Bed”. Finally they bless the Laundry Room. Josh throws a lot of Holy water. Nat says her nipples just told her the alarm will sound between 4am-8am. Chelsia follows them again after hearing this. They go to Memory Wall and bless the Power of Veto medallions. Chelsia leaves them. Josh gets on his knees.

In bedroom Matt is in his boxers, standing jerking off, then James does as Ryan, Allison, & Chelsia, Shelia laugh.

Midnight... Josh and Natalie are now wearing aluminum foil on their heads. Matt sees this and goes running back to the others and says they’ve gone crazy. Natalie goes and blesses James and Chelsia's bed. James is still jerking off and she’s throwing water on him as Allison and Chelsia watch. Natalie runs and tells Josh "the siren has made everyone masturbating fools." Josh: "We're the only sane ones." Natalie: “Everyone else has lost their minds."

In the Back Yard Matt tells Ryan about Natalie and Josh, and that Chelsia was jacking off James.

In kitchen a naked James walks by still masturbating! Nat says "Oh god unbelievable this house is crazy. This masturbating house we live in." James goes outside and sits down NAKED by Matt/Ryan who tell him to wear underwear. James goes back inside and waves at Nat (now with hands) Josh gets sick in garbage can. Nat freaking out and pours the cup of holy water on door handle. James goes back outside and sits down on coach wearing sock on his penis only.

Inside Chelsia says Adam's masturbating again and says he does every 5 minutes. Nat & Josh tell her they're wearing hats so aliens can’t affect their brains. Nat heads outside. Matt calls her "psycho". Nat tells Ryan/Matt/James they will die from evil but she & Josh will be safe... Now Chelsia is wearing a spaghetti holder on her head. Matt calls Nat a freak. "How can u wear that on TV?" Nat: "How can u & James masturbate on TV?" Josh heads outside. They all take off her hats. Josh, Chelsia, & Nat get into Hot Tub in underwear.

12:20AM BBT: Adam heads out. Ryan says he’s going to be up all night. They all talk about porn, sucking cock, fingers in things, and all sexual things. Chelsia hears sirens in distance (outside studio) and Chelsia says "it’s the fucking Hudson river virus, they're coming for us." They all agree tonight is eerie. Chelsia you watch the siren will go off every night. They talk about going to sleep with fans or TV on. Ryan tells Matt he was on late 3 minutes of Showtime2 jacking off [ ed. : he wasn’t, they were following the holy water group.] They then talk about past sexual things in house.

12:30AM BBT: Talk about religious stuff they did. Ryan: "What holy water did u use?" they explain to him what it is. They explain to him "the body of Christ." Matt says "the little circle things?" they ask each other about their faith. Chelsia & Ryan explain to James about Catholicism and that he was the devil for masturbating. Ryan says: "Even Priests can’t have sex." James goes running naked inside. Adam, Chelsia and Ryan follow laughing.

Josh swims all alone in Back Yard in Hot Tub.

James lays naked in bed. Chelsia covers him up and lies down with him. Natalie puts on bra & panties and lies down in bed with Matt. Ryan gets into bed with Allison.

End of transcript.

Attack of the Mind Controlled Slaves From Outer Space!

Find the mind controlled slaves in the picture above.

I've been delving a little into the dark world of mind control conspiracy theory, helped along by ViolatoR at The Stygian Port. I found this review of 'K-PAX', starring Kevin Spacey, to be particularly interesting.

I am really tired of all the X's

Kevin Spacey plays Prot, a sunglasses wearing, dissociative acting, child-man claiming to be an alien, which seems to follow the same script as the recent 'The Martian Child', starring John Cusak, even down to the sunglasses. The author claims the movie is a glimpse into the world of trauma-based mind control victims who have been programmed to believe they're aliens - and the movie's intent is twofold. First, to assure the victims who may be questioning their programming that they are INDEED aliens, and second, to sow a seed within we, the slightly less mind controlled general public, that they might BE aliens.

Considering the frequency of this meme's presentation, this would appear to be an important seed to the myth makers. Anyway, it was this paragraph that got me thinking:

"TACHYON SPEEDS OF LIGHT—There are actually mind-controlled slaves who have been programmed with the words “Tachyon speeds”. In other words, this fictional speed is actually wording from the mind-control. In addition to this, the words Prot uses to describe coming to earth is exactly how the alters are programmed to think. Alters that live internally in the mind are placed on planets (within the mind) and when electro-shock is applied to the body, the mind sees a blinding flash of light, which is part of the trigger signal for the alien alter to come out. The concept of placing seven moons orbiting around a planet, and 64 planets in a galaxy internally is in line with how it is done in programming. In other words, Prot is describing to a “t” the way an internal system for the mind-control would be built and would be perceived by an alter. A 64 configuration could be used in an 8X8 alter configuration, or it could be used in a 5X13 configuration, with one alter left hidden."

Hmmm. Alters, each given a planet in an internal solar system - with the programmer playing "God". The Greek gods are also given planets and moons on which to dwell, and according to Jung, the gods are "archetypes" - symbolic personality types within the mind. Greek gods come into existence via trauma and by killing or banishing the previous monarch, which would be akin to the "death" or enslavement of the original personality.

As P. K. Dick says, the universe is not some wind-up machine that God made and then pressed the ON button, as if he were a Great Architect. The universe IS the mind of God, and we all essentially exist in His imagination. Keeping that "in mind" we can use our own minds as a model for the mind of God (made in His image), and trauma-based mind control is perhaps a clue to our condition.

"It is common among the World Order types to state that when they bring order out of chaos for us, there will be a peace. One of the ways they bring order out of chaos is when they splinter a child’s mind into many dissociative pieces and then restructure it (bring order), and this artificial structure can only manage to function if it is given programming (which brings a type of peace) to the mind. Otherwise, without the programming and the godlike programmer, the trauma memories surface, the conflicts between various alters rises, and the victim muddles up into a crazy unfunctioning fractured mind."

You might say that the original personality (God) was split open by trauma (The War of Heaven) which resulted in the creation of the Alters (the "gods", archetypes) - who rule the spheres of both inner and outer space. By turns benevolent or cruel, beautiful or monstrous, these archetypes struggle against one another at all times, and we, being avatars of the archetypes, act out this struggle in the world. The history of the Ages can be viewed as the history of archetypes competing among themselves for mastery, with each Age "ruled" by an archetype, then a war which overthrows the previous god and installs a new one - "the king is dead, long live the king". The procession of the Ages has been from gold to bronze to tin, and now finally silicon and space - the Space Age, and so naturally we have aliens as our gods. Or will shortly.

The Rebel Alliance, AKA 'The Nine'

Maybe this is the state of the collective human unconscious - split up and off from God (the original personality) like a mind control victim. And maybe the story of Jesus is the story of God, the original, whole and complete personality, incarnated as an avatar (the only begotten son), with the good news that he intends to bring all the fractured alters (AKA rebel angels) back into the fold (restore the primary personality to Oneness), and cure the trauma-based mind control of our species. As any deprogrammer knows, this can take some tough love, especially with the more intractable archetypes. The largest of these alters - Saturn, Jupiter, etc. have rather enjoyed having the run of this quadrant of God's brain/universe for these many Ages, and view the return of an integrated primary personality as... the Borg. Fortunately for we avatars (the cannon fodder of the gods), resistance is futile.

Portrait of Jesus, by an alter-native god

For though there be that are called gods, whether in heaven or in earth, (as there be gods many, and lords many,) But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we by him. --1 Corinthians 8:5-6

How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray? And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that sheep, than of the ninety and nine which went not astray. --Matthew 18:12-13