Easter Mass and Mini Elephants

I attended Easter Mass this morning with Our Lady, the Star of the Sea, whom the Catholics call St. Mary, the Greeks called Aphrodite, the Egyptians called Isis, and the Babylonians called Ishtar. I expect the average Christian isn’t fond of the idea that all their icons are re-booted pagan gods and goddesses, but for me it is a comfort. It helps me keep faith in the archetypes, even as they change their names over the eons.

Anyway, the service itself was straight out of Star Trek: The Return of the Archons episode. A bunch of primates worshipping a computer. They even carry an ornate bible down the center aisle - the Word, you know. Let’s call it a computer chip - the “Code”.

Set in the 23rd century, the series follows the adventures of Captain James T. Kirk (William Shatner) and the crew of the Federation starship Enterprise. In this episode, the crew of the Enterprise encounters a seemingly peaceful world controlled by an unseen religious leader, but discovers that the end of social evils has removed everyone's individuality.

I’m not exactly against the idea of worshipping a computer, as long as it was, you know, God-like. Philip K. Dick called it VALIS (Vast Active Living Intelligence System), and the study of sync certainly reinforces the idea that we are all essentially sub-routines running inside a universal, holographic computer program.

This service was marred by a bad, buzzy speaker, you could barely understand the words being spoken. I took this as a sync metaphor for a lack of communication skills with the mainframe MCP. We’ve lost the code, and all we can do is blindly follow ritual, pushing the Jesus Submit button over and over again but nothing actually happens.

The reason nothing happens is not that the computer isn’t there, but that we simply don’t have the right passwords and protocols anymore. The Elders of Zion don’t just give it away. “In the name of Jesus…” is simply saying the password and expecting results, as if the Jesus was your best app ever. Maybe it really IS the best app ever, but it’s name isn’t Jesus, it’s probably a lot closer to THX 1138.

Sync is the study and re-learning of this ancient protocol, the symbolic language of VALIS. As we learn it, the world is gradually revealed to be a giant Donkey Kong simulation. (see what I did there?) And that’s the fun, because we are learning to push the right buttons on the game console.

Earthquakes

I’ve been having extremely vivid earthquake/landslide dreams over the past month. The most recent was last night, where Var and I were driving the VW somewhere, the ground began shaking, and soon every mountain range around us began crumbling, as if the entire world is going down. The dreams feel very real and very troubling, but I don’t fear them anymore. The earthquakes are the result of Poseidon banging his trident upon the ground. Poseidon is the god of the sea, or the subconscious. So quite naturally, the ‘quakes are heard first in the dreamspace holodeck of the subconscious, which then manifest and become our dimension, through a process of 3D printing.

For in him we live and move and have our being
~ Acts 17:28

Mini Elephants

What kind of reality will we create? Mini-elephants is the best we can come up with? For some reason I keep seeing miniature elephants. Stardust, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, The Mysterious Island, all feature mini-phants.

Ganesh is the elephant bringer of good luck, but you know, he rides on a mouse. Maybe because he has to obey the click.

Messaging Sirius

Our Australian terrier died suddenly on November 16. Oliver was well named (all love) and we are missing him like crazy. He was our "dog star", and since 17 is associated with Osiris and Sirius (the dog star), the day after was sort of nuts. I began wondering if he was somehow still alive, perhaps in another dimension, and maybe I could send him a message, or even bring him back.

My neighbor is an ex postal worker, and when we told him that Oliver had died, he told us how much he missed his old dog, Mercury. Both postal workers and Mercury are messengers!

We decided to have Oliver cremated at Precious Pets in Auburn, they have a winged logo. That was done on 11/22 - the 50th anniversary of the JFK King Kill. Angels are messengers. I began to associate fire with sending a message, or perhaps transportation, sort of like beaming up in Star Trek. Maybe Prometheus pissed off the gods because he gave mankind, not only a source of light and warmth, but a transmitter.

Making a study of sync, we often wind up with repeating numbers, colors, names, locations. They become important because we pay attention to them when they pop up. I have many of them, one of the strongest is the name Intrepid. I'm not sure where it began, but a few years ago I even named my computer Intrepid. When we moved to Port Townsend and discovered the wood stove in our new house was an Intrepid II, I figured that was a good sign.

The first Intrepid I was aware of was an America's Cup yacht, but there is also an Intrepid class starship (Voyager being the most famous) and even an aircraft carrier, currently serving as the Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum in NYC. There was also a Dodge Intrepid, which oddly enough is the staff car of the Chandler, AZ fire department, just south of Phoenix.

You know, that crazy bird who consumes itself in fire in order to be born again.

This winter I build fires in my little Intrepid II, and I wonder, am I also sending smoke signals to Sirius?

The Obama stars and stripes logo is known as "the stairway to Sirius", thanks to Christopher Knowles. The caduceus is the staff of Mercury, Hermes. The three stars above? Yes, the three kings of Sirius, the dog star.

Storming the Bridge

I've been syncing with Nazi Germany over the past week, thanks to watching Iron Sky. the Nazis hide out on the dark side of the moon, the film is produced by Blind Spot Productions... Lucifer has been almost everywhere, but even he won't dare that Nazi/Jewish stronghold.

I had a dream a few weeks ago: the tralfamadorians were closing their hands into fists - they couldn't bear to watch. I even walked by a gallery today that had a statue of a "tralfamadorian" in front for the entire summer, but he's left the building.

This is important to me because my husband had a dream a while ago that told him "You are still in Dresden".

Slaughterhouse Five

"Finally, in 1969, he tackled the subject of war, recounting his experiences as a POW in Dresden, forced to dig corpses from the rubble. The resulting novel was Slaughterhouse Five. Banned in several US states - and branded a "tool of the devil" in North Dakota - it carried the snappy alternative title: "The Children's Crusade: A Duly Dance with Death, by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr, a fourth-generation German-American now living in easy circumstances on Cape Cod (and smoking too much) who, as an American infantry scout hors de combat, as a prisoner of war, witnessed the fire bombing of Dresden, Germany - the Florence of the Elbe - a long time ago, and survived to tell the tale: this is a novel somewhat in the telegraphic schizopfrenic manner of tales of the planet Tralfamodre, where the flying saucers come from, Peace." ...."

The Not Sees have flying saucers now, they always land on a full moon.

And now we finally get to the sync. Var sent me a nice slideshow of famous bridges, which featured the Ponte Vecchio.

It is said that the economic concept of bankruptcy originated here: when a merchant could not pay his debts, the table on which he sold his wares (the "banco") was physically broken ("rotto") by soldiers, and this practice was called "bancorotto" (broken table; possibly it can come from "banca rotta" which means "broken bank"). Not having a table anymore, the merchant was not able to sell anything. 

During World War II, the Ponte Vecchio was not destroyed by Germans during their retreat of August 4, 1944, unlike all other bridges in Florence. This was allegedly, according to many locals and tour guides, because of an express order by Hitler.

Laying it out, a bridge, representing the bridge between Id to Ego. The Nazis, representing the hidden subconscious, evacuate Italy, and destroy bridges as they flee, hoping to hinder the advancing forces of allied egoic consciousness.

However, Id left one bridge standing... a bridge of unusual symbolic beauty. If Hitler left one bridge standing, perhaps it was because he eventually would re-cross that very same bridge. He retreated over that bridge on August 4, 1944. August 4 is also Obama's birthday, and coming right up, the default, or bankruptcy, of the American dollar.

Note: Dresden was called the "Florence of the Elbe". It was utterly destroyed by Allied bombing on Feb. 13, 1945. Apparently Churchill had no appreciation of the arts.

10/17/13 Update:

The morning after syncing "bankruptcy" to the return of the Id, I get a dramatic email from someone who calls himself 'The Watchman'.

It's Hammer Time

Following up on my desire to learn more about my Nordic roots, I watched Marvel's 2011 'THOR' on Gay Pride weekend. Which syncs because the movie is all about the Bifröst "rainbow bridge", and well, gay = rainbows. So... does gay also = stargate?

In Norse mythology, Bifröst, is a burning rainbow bridge that reaches between Midgard (the world) and Asgard, the realm of the gods.

In the film, the bridge is very icy and slippery, quite frosty. This ties in with the idea of travel between "frozen time blocks" of the multiverse, with Santa's sled being our primary cultural example. We also get a madly spinning ball that shoots the dimensional traveler through a cannon (penis) and deposits said traveler via a tornado. Hello, Dorothy.

All this takes place in New Mexico, the land of Area 51 and SETI, the same place where Ellie Arroway makes First Contact, via a bunch of crazy spinning wheels.

A quick screen grab shows our characters beneath a spinning rainbow wind sock. It is that rotational (feminine) energy that is key. Everything, from galaxies to solar systems to atoms rotate, and it is that rotating motion that is the source of all life. I think VALIS told me that.

The Marvel hammer of Thor is imprinted with a tri-radial design, the triquetra, the symbol also imprinted upon the New King James bible. However, I suspect that Thor would have preferred a swastika. In any case, both the triquetra and the swastika represent rotating solar symbols, with various spokes dividing up the universe into quadrants, or what have you.

So anyway, back to the plot. it's yet another battle between brothers. Thor, who is the big, arrogant, Aryan captain of the football team, popular with the ladies and a real "man's man", vs. Loki, who is the thin and pale, artistic homosexual who secretly lusts after his own brother.

Loki is actually a child of the Jötunn, or Frost Giants. He has been raised amongst the Æsir as one of their own.

The Frost Giants are all male, blue skinned, and have some crazy ability to freeze their victim in time blocks. I think they might be gay time lords. Loki is a Jötunn, but like gay people, he is raised among the straights, as one of their own.

Loki represents the classic closeted gay. He hates who he is, he lusts after his own sexy brother, and in the end, he tries to destroy the entire Jötunn realm.

Loki is fucked up. He can't express his forbidden love, and like an X-Gay Christian, he'd rather destroy that part of himself than deal with it honestly. Fortunately, Thor destroyed the Bifröst bridge rather than let Loki destroy his own gay DNA. Makes me think that Thor may be straight, but not narrow.

And so we are lost. Our connection to the Gods is destroyed, all because of homophobia. Even though the Gods consider the Rainbow Bridge beyond repair, it is obvious that we are to re-build the bridge, from the other side.

And that is what Gay Pride means to me.

The DNA Legacy

I'm reading VALIS, by Philip K. Dick, and one of the core principles of Dickian religion is that the hyper-universe is made of information, and that the phenomenal world is derived from that. No info - no rocks, planets or people - the info comes first. The modern computer is a microcosm of the macrocosm - where 1's and 0's combine in complex forms of "to be" or "not to be", yin and yang, and thus everything is created from the Word, or as I like to say, the Code.

Human Beings are also microcosms of this basic "as above, so below" architecture. The human organized system (organism) is made of info encoded into the spiral helix of the DNA molecule, and it's possible to clone an entirely new "you" from just one DNA molecule, which is also encoded into every cell of your body. It's as if the schematic blueprint of your car was microscopically embedded into every single nut and bolt of the automobile.

This creates the tantalizing idea that it should be possible to monkey around (hack) the DNA code, which Big Pharma is successfully doing, for profit. Never mind they are putting us all in grave peril in the process, the fact is, they proved it. DNA really IS the code that commands our meat puppet selves.

This is not to say that DNA is God. DNA is "like" God, in a fractal sort of way. The DNA mad scientists aren't accused of "playing God" for nothing.

PKD supposed that there could be a level of information organization that is above even DNA, and this level PKD called VALIS, or Zebra. The ones and zeroes that evolved into DNA, that evolved into humans who can learn to read and write with letters, and eventually learn to read and write DNA, and finally read and write the ones and zeroes. You know... that "God Particle".

Anyhoo, I've long been interested in the idea that both DNA and 1-0 writing can be approached and manipulated by symbolic means - in other words... magic. Its the Holy Grail. That's how writing works anyway - a few scratched symbols on page, that we interpret into words, meaning, entire novels. I mean, if a human author can conjure up an entire world with the use of 26 symbols, what might a god get up to?

I suspect the only difference between a man and a god is the quality of his symbols - good penmanship still counts.

So... all this is whirling about lately, and out of the blue, I get an illustration job from Nordic Tugs. The illustration is a drawing for a newly updated model, but George (the president of NT) called and told me it was really important to "preserve the Nordic Tug DNA" in the illustration. He said it twice.

WTF?

It occurred to me that much of my DNA is in fact... Nordic/Germanic. However, I don't know much about Nordic myths, in fact, I've avoided them because I dunno, they just seem so barbaric. Helloooo... maybe my DNA only speaks "Barbarian"? It occurs to me that if one is trying to contact one’s DNA, one should use the symbolic language that it is most likely to understand.

The Nordic Tugs commission came on Thursday, or Thor's Day. A day later, I'm walking around town, and I see that Kon-Tiki is playing, which is about the famous Nordic iconoclast Thor Heyerdahl. Hmmm... maybe I should look a bit more into my DNA heritage.

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.

When Aliens Attack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Mind Bomb

I've decided to read all of Alan Moore's books as if they were different versions of a monomythic collective narrative, like some do with the collected works of a movie director or actor. Moore is just as interested as I am in the alien invasion meme, faked or otherwise, and he went back to the granddaddy of them all in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2, which features our heroes battling H. G. Well's invasion from Mars, tripods and all.

Tripod - Kevin O'Neill

Herbert George Wells wrote The War of the Worlds in 1898, one of the very first novels to visualize an invasion by an alien race with superior technology. The U.S. military/industrial/movie complex is extremely fond of this meme, especially recently, the latest being Battleship 2012, somehow turning the children's game into yet another story of alien invasion.

Alan Moore's The Watchmen visualizes a faked alien invasion that is really more of a subconscious mind bomb - dropped on NYC, created with the help of artists and writers, trapped on a mysterious island, who weave a subconscious horror together with tales of every monster from the Id they could imagine.

The thing that is interesting is that Orson Welles (curiously echoing the name of the original author) achieved a very similar affect with his infamous 1938 radio broadcast of The War of the Worlds:

"The first two thirds of the 60-minute broadcast were presented as a series of simulated "news bulletins", which suggested to many listeners that an actual alien invasion by Martians was currently in progress. Compounding the issue was the fact that the Mercury Theatre on the Air was a "sustaining show" (it ran without commercial breaks), adding to the program's realism.
In the days following the adaptation, however, there was widespread outrage and panic by certain listeners who had believed the events described in the program were real."

So really, another mind bomb. In The Watchmen, the bomb is terribly destructive, millions die. The only thing fake about it was the media's attribution to an alien attack, when in truth the destruction was entirely home grown.

This reminds me of the mind bomb of 911, that was quickly attributed to a certain crazy Arab.

In H. G. Well's The War of the Worlds, earth prevails with unintentional bio-warfare, the Martians defeated by the common cold. However, in Moore's LOEG2, it really IS a bio-weapon that is unleashed on the Martians, the common cold being merely the official cover story.

"Officially, the Martians died of the common cold. Any humans died of Martians."

While personally a fan of H. G. Wells' fiction, I note that he was a supporter of eugenics:

In 1904 he discussed a survey paper by Francis Galton, co-founder of eugenics, saying "I believe ... It is in the sterilisation of failure, and not in the selection of successes for breeding, that the possibility of an improvement of the human stock lies"

In my ongoing conspiracy novel, The elite, secure in their belief in the superiority of their genetics, develop a sort of eugenics weapon, that is capable of achieving a "sterilisation of failure", to put it nicely. They've already tested it on certain undesirable classes, but they can't very well deploy it planet-wide without suspicion, so they invent a handy scapegoat - an alien invasion.

"We had no choice".

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I just wonder what it would be like to be reincarnated in an animal whose species had been so reduced in numbers than it was in danger of extinction. What would be its feelings toward the human species whose population explosion had denied it somewhere to exist... I must confess that I am tempted to ask for reincarnation as a particularly deadly virus. ~Prince Philip

"Out of our regard for them (i.e. two Indian chiefs) we gave them two blankets and a handkerchief out of the smallpox hospital. I hope it will have the desired effect."~Smallpox Immunization of the Amerindian

My Holy Mountain

Exalt the LORD our God and worship at his holy mountain, for the LORD our God is holy. ~Psalm 99:9

And you will sing as on the night you celebrate a holy festival; your hearts will rejoice as when people playing pipes go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the Rock of Israel.

Size Matters

Mount Rainier is a massive stratovolcano located 54 miles (87 km) southeast of Seattle in the state of Washington, United States. It is the most topographically prominent mountain in the contiguous United States and the Cascade Volcanic Arc, with a summit elevation of 14,411 feet (4,392 m). Mt. Rainier is considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, and it is on the Decade Volcano list.

The Mysterious 41, again

Mount Tahoma, an alternative spelling of Mount Tacoma, the original name of Mount Rainier in the Cascade Range.

I went from Phoenix, Arizona All the way to Tacoma Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A.

Kenneth A. Arnold (March 29, 1915 in Sebeka, Minnesota – January 16, 1984 in Bellevue, Washington was an American aviator and businessman. He is best-known for making what is generally considered the first widely reported unidentified flying object sighting in the United States, after claiming to have seen nine unusual objects flying in a chain near Mount Rainier, Washington on June 24, 1947. Arnold began Great Western Fire Control Supply in Boise, Idaho in 1940, a company that sold and installed fire suppression systems, a job that took him around the Pacific Northwest.

Diana? Or Pele.

We’re having a bit of a NW synchromystic confab coming up in Seattle this August, and I just wanted to take the opportunity to point out some of the scenery!