The Orange Lodge

Chapter House 19

I’m not sure where this all began, but I’ll peg August 21, the day of the Great American Eclipse. That was the day I went to seek therapy about symptoms of depression. I was there at the clinic at the exact time of the eclipse, and I joined some of the staff out on the sidewalk to view the historic event. At least I could be assured that they had the medically approved eye protection, which they kindly shared. 

I hadn’t really planned the visit for that exact date, because the first date offered was Sept. 11 and I felt that I didn’t want my reach-out for therapy to get all synced up with 9/11, so I chose the next one offered, not yet knowing the signs and portents of that day.

My therapy “intake” interview was on Sept. 19. That’s when they get their first look at me, and I sign a bunch of release forms. As I was signing, the case worker volunteered: “Today is the 19th, which is also my dog’s birthday. I have no idea why I just said that.”

I replied: “Well that’s odd, because today is also my dog Oliver’s birthday”. 

Twin dogs, twin stars. Birthdays. It reminded me of Sirius, the “dog star”, which is actually two stars: Sirius A and Sirius B.

My first actual therapy appointment wasn’t scheduled until Sept. 27, and on Sept. 25 I had a dream:

I was a fraternity brother. I was attempting to get all the bro’s packed and ready, we were going on a road trip or something. I was half naked, with nothing on but trainers and an orange polo shirt. It didn’t feel unusual, I wasn’t embarrassed - apparently this was normal attire in this frat. I ran from floor to floor organizing the guys. I paused once at a hall mirror to look at myself critically, because I didn’t really like the shirt and was considering what to wear on the trip. I decided to keep the orange polo shirt after all, it looked good on me.

Fireman

On the 27th I went to meet my new therapist. She was late, so I got to peruse a nice children’s picture book about life in the middle ages, at a baron’s castle. All the soldiers wear the coat of arms of the baron’s family. When I sat down to meet my therapist in her office, her first act was to offer me an orange.

This reminded me of the House of Orange-Nassau, and I considered that orange was the signature color of my dream fraternity.

Fire-lion

On Sept. 30 I read Fraternity Rituals - a homoerotic story set in the basement of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. Have I mentioned yet that I was a Kappa Sig? Though I don’t recall initiation rituals quite like this one.

On Oct. 3, I had another appointment about my depression, and I was given an orange-flowered pen with which to fill out the questionnaire. Note the 3/17 sync.

Then my own birthday arrived on Oct. 11. It was uneventful (besides having dinner at Syren’s Grill) except that  an old frat brother of mine called to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in over 15 years.

As it turns out, the fraternal order of the Freemasons revere Sirius, they call it the Blazing Star. It shows up in a lot of occult art: the stairway to Sirius.

Note the checkerboard motif as well.

I was also visiting Home Depot a lot because I’m building a small boat in my garage and I’m always scouting for tools and materials. Being duly sensitized to orange via my dream, I notice the signature color of this hardware store. And the orange aprons.

On the square

Masons are famous for their aprons.

Pyramid schemes

So then October 31 rolls around: Halloween. Can’t really think about Halloween without orange.

And on that day, an orange aproned Home Depot rental truck with a large “19” painted on the side, driven by a fellow wearing a black and white checkerboard shirt, plowed into a crowd of Halloween revelers in Tribeca Manhattan, killing 8. 

I note the orange-aproned truck was heading directly toward Ground Zero. Can’t escape the 911 Sync Hole after all.

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Notes:

Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun has been all over the color orange lately.

Just to fuck with me: Orange Porsche 911 w/ balkenkreuz at Bring a Trailer on 10/31/17.

Orion Orange Juice

Some Orion syncs both personal, national, and interplanetary today. Trying a new thing, where I link images of the syncs that occur during my day, strung out like movie film. Thumbs up or thumbs down?

8:00 am: I had orange juice this morning (which I almost never do), as I watch Orion lift off in a dawn ceremony.

Mission control called the first test of the capsule a "picture perfect" mission that had surmounted "significant milestones" for the program that could eventually pave the way for putting astronauts on the surface of the Red Planet.

NASA: "There's your new spacecraft, America!"

Orion, which could one day take astronauts to Mars, made a "bull's-eye splashdown" at 11:29 a.m. ET, mission control said, after the spacecraft endured a searing 4,000-degree Fahrenheit re-entry and was carried to the ocean surface under four giant red-and-white parachutes.

12:00 pm A friend mentions a boat named OJ.

Officials noted that in two days, it will be exactly 42 years since Apollo 17 launched.

3:00 pm: Varen tells me to go look outside to see the rainbow. He’s going to the store.

4:30 pm: Varen brought home a big bag of oranges from Safeway. He said they are “full of liquid sunshine”. I couldn’t help but quote Miss Oklahoma, Florida orange spokesmodel and notorious anti-homite Anita Bryant:

“A breakfast without orange juice is like a day without sunshine!”

“Before the news conference ended, a rainbow appeared in the sky.” -cbs8

I made a fire this evening in the INTREPID II using kindling from the MOCK orange we cut down last year. Ahhh... Here we go again. Perfect timing with Interstellar, Nolan playing the Kubrick of our time.

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NOTES:

Capricorn One is a 1978 thriller movie about a Mars landing hoax. It was written and directed by Peter Hyams and produced by Lew Grade's (British) ITC Entertainment. It stars Elliott Gould with James Brolin, Sam Waterston and O. J. Simpson as the astronauts.

I do admit the rainbow was well done. Nice one, Maestro.

“Happy is he who’s quiver is full” -Orion

The Big Orange Sync

A few days ago, I walked by an enormous orange sink that was laying in the driveway of a local pot farmer. It must have been 6' long by 4' wide. I have no idea what he uses the sink for, but maybe demand is up? I told Var "that is the biggest fucking sink I've ever seen!" He replied "That is the orangiest fucking sink I've ever seen!" So that's how the Biggest Fucking Orange Sync came into being.

So naturally, I see orange cars on BaT and we visit Home Depot (land of the orange apron), and Varen even buys some orangy carrot juice. Even a boat blog gets into it today: "Back when I was in college I had a job building snowshoes and one of my tasks was painting the snowshoes with an international orange paint." ~Boatbits.

Yesterday we were driving home from Sequim, following the 501 bus, so I decided to take a pic, since 501 is an important number for me, among other things being 51, or 3x17, the day of Osiris' death. As I snapped, a bright orange Jeep sped into the shot on the left. Great timing. I know that Jeep well, it parks in front of the County Courthouse every day.

The reason for the season

Obligatory green hunk

Horselover

As all we Secret Sun followers know, the upcoming St. Patrick's Day, on 3/17, is a crypto-Masonic/Egyptian holiday, with the "wearing of the green" honoring the death of Osiris, AKA the Green Man. So I tied the orange to St. Patrick's day, and I thought that was rather odd, considering that green is the standard color, but one look at the Irish flag and we see also orange.

The Irish government has described the symbolism behind each colour as being that of green representing the Gaelic tradition of Ireland, orange representing the followers of William of Orange in Ireland, and white representing the aspiration for peace between them. - wikipedia

The Dutch William of Orange conquered all three British Isles, and made himself monarch over them all. He is known as King William III in England. Much ado about William III in various conspiracy/occult blogs.

And then of course, remember the ritual sacrifice of the orange clad Broncos at the hands of the Horus resonating Seahawks on Sunday, 2/2/14. Final score, 43-8 = 51.

Today, I was on a kayak site that uses an orange Wadjet as a kayak; Horus paddling his solar boat over the horizon.

St. Paddling Day