The King is Dead

At a banquet of the gods, Seth fooled Osiris into stepping into a coffin, which he promptly shut and cast into the Nile. The coffin was born by the Nile to the delta town of Byblos, where it became enclosed in a tamarisk tree. -Legend of Osiris

A few days ago, I dreamed of death. Jack Nicholson (Nick or Jack's son) chased me through a tesseract house and I escaped by stealing a motorcycle but he tracked me down. I begged him not to kill me, but the Joker did it anyway. That’s when I woke up. I thanked him.

Here in the bleak midwinter, there is death and dying everywhere. Even Arizona, the land of the rising sun/star, has felt the shadow of death upon it.

2010: Vancouver (Winter) Olympics, death of Georgian “slider” Nodar Kumaritashvil

Lion coffin of Princess Di

And I saw another beast coming up out of the earth. And it had two horns like a lamb, and he spoke like a dragon. And it exercises all the authority of the first beast before him, and causes the earth and those dwelling in it to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed.

Will, the Beast. Wildebeest, Wombat. err... whale.

John Eric Hexum - wound to the head.

Working on some drafting this morning, somehow the 144 showed up when I changed dimensions. Hexagram section - coffin section - C section:

The Caesar Section

Jesus said, "When you see one who was not born of woman, fall on your faces and worship. That one is your Father."  Gospel of Thomas

Ides of March - death of Caesar, King Kill ritual.

Waterloo, defeat of Napoleon. Ego Kill ritual.

Lion Hill, Waterloo.

Personal email from a friend in New Scotland

Circle N via “Jack the Lad” hooligan wear.

The New Man: Superman.

The Green Man, he is born again.

A de-coffin-ated beverage. Long live the king.

Notes: Much of this post, especially the N-sync, are based on the work of The Happy Creatures. Royal coffin notes from Newspaceman. Much love to you all.

Poseidon Rocks the Boat

Conspiracy Grimoire has an interesting post up about a cruise ship’s encounter with 33m “rogue waves” off the coast of Barcelona, Spain, linking the waves semiotically to the tidal wave warnings that went up across the Pacific in the wake of the Chilean 8.8 earthquake disaster.

The ship, 'Louis Majesty' was a Cypriot registered vessel, a Greek island with a history as old as it gets - a cradle of civilization and the myths, being the birthplace of Aphrodite and Adonis. Interestingly, also a former stronghold of the Knights Templar.

Virtually next door to Cyprus is the island of Rhodes, famous for its colossal 33m bronze statue of Helios (destroyed by earthquake). Helios is the sun god (Read In the Shadow of Giants for previous musings). Louis XIV was called the Sun King, so quite bizarre that this ship named ‘Louis Majesty’ is struck by 33m waves.

Ships being rolled by giant waves naturally brings us to the 1972 disaster blockbuster ‘The Poseidon Adventure’. The "90 foot tidal wave" is not quite 33 meters, but damn close.

  Poseidon synchs in with his trident and that he is the god of earthquakes - “Earth-Shaker”. When offended or ignored, he supposedly struck the ground with his trident and caused chaotic springs, earthquakes, drownings and shipwrecks. Being the god of a hidden, unseen realm, Poseidon is another powerful archetype of the subconscious. To me, the graphic of the overturned S.S. Poseidon resembles a surfacing white whale. The trident is a triple-pronged weapon:

The three waves that struck the Cypriot-owned ship Wednesday claimed two lives off the coast of northeast Spain.

The Poseidon Adventure’s theme song: “The Morning After” became a hit single for Maureen McGovern (MM). Coincidentally, I sang that song in church when I was a teenager. Funny how “the morning after” has come to mean a day of reckoning.

Also in the news this week, yet another Catholic sex scandal:

The BBC reported today that two esteemed members of the pope's inner circle have been charged with taking part in male prostitution continually for a number of years. Police uncovered the scandal during a wire tap related to another matter.

Obviously just the tip of the mitre, er... iceberg.

Merman found beached on Brawny Stud.

Rhapsody in Two

Thuth at Conspiracy Grimoire asked me in a recent comment to think about Solomon's Temple in a wider context. So here goes...

Solomon's temple was built to enshrine the Shekinah - the Holy of Holies, the glory of the Divine presence. Solomon's temple was flanked (or guarded) by two columns - Joachim and Boaz. Jachin (Joachim) means "Justice." Boaz means "Mercy." In other words, the eternal conflict of a dualistic Godhead. Will you be serving mercy or justice today, sir?

I'll take it one step further and suppose that since Solomon is synonymous with wisdom, that the "temple" is the human brain, the two towers represent the left and right lobes, and the Holy of Holies is the Pineal gland - the internal stargate and intermediary. It's bio-cosmic! I'll also suggest that the "temple" is our idea of who or what God "is" at any stage of our cultural evolution. And that's why the temple keeps getting destroyed and rebuilt, because our concept of God keeps changing. "Mind blowing", so to speak.

Pattern: temple creation - desecration - destruction - new temple. It happens over and over again - we're always working on our next temple. One of my most consistent mythic inspirations is the Trojan War, and I recall how the Greek desecration of a temple is rather central to the story - Odyssey One.

Even Jesus famously defiled the temple. He angrily tossed out the money changers. Just to make certain, he rends the curtain of the Holy of Holies in two with a thunderclap (Yay Zeus!!) Jesus was also always defiling the Sabbath (healing the lame on Saturday - the nerve!) a temple rebel, one might say.

Samson defiled the Dagon temple by bringing down two columns, heralding a new temple - a new idea of God.

Freemasons call themselves the inheritors of the Knights Templar - the knights of the temple. If anyone knows about Solomon's Temple, it would probably be they. Considering the synchy evidence that Masonic Manhattan is the symbolic New Jerusalem, it is no great leap to suppose those Freemasons might build a temple or dozen? Manhattan makes the Giza plateau look like a cheap strip (Dubai) mall!

If we can see New York as Jerusalem, then we can also see the World Trade Center as the modern temple complex, and the twin towers as Joachim and Boaz. Which properly places 911 in the mythic framework of the destruction of the temple. Hate to say it, End Timers, but Solomon's third temple was destroyed on September 11, 2001. It's later than you think.

Which means that our idea of God was also destroyed then. It was almost like... the end of the world.

Considering that the World Trade Center was essentially a temple of prostitution for the Almighty Dollar, maybe no huge surprise?

A temple destruction/apocalypse is the signpost of Revelation - a new idea of God being born into human consciousness. Lucky us, witnesses to the event.

When the Twin Towers fell, I pretty much followed my programming and sought out answers from the unusual sources, which involved a lot of Prison Planet and Fundamentalist End Times sites. (I always had to go in as an undercover homo to the fundie sites), but anyway, that was a space I lived in for about three years after 911. Not a happy place. And then I met Jeff Fairhall, had the ego-death thing, and eventually started blogging about this shit on Gosporn.

I think I'm STILL following my programming (nature or nurture). I'm coming up with alternative ideas of who and what God is. So are many thousands of others. Eventually one will stick, and we'll have our new temple - probably same as the old temple. But here and right now - in between temples - there is a lot of room for interpretation. It's like the human hive mind has been blown wide open - it's 70 AD all over again! A pretty cool place to be.

Getting My Attention

Note: this post is done in my personal synch journal style, which is simply a record of what I perceive as interesting or meaningful coincidences over time.

9/1/09: September has been taken over by yellow. On the first of the month it was everywhere. I walked Oliver the Oztralian terrier down to the lake and a handsome shirtless jogger goes by and nods at me (gasp!), wearing bright yellow shorts. Reminds me that I also had some bright yellow jogging shorts when I was in college. I thought they were pretty sexy. Anyway, he jogs by on the sidewalk and I watch his cute yellow butt bounce down the road, and coming my way were two bright yellow cars in a row, making a nice triple yellow synch.

Later, I saw a yellow Lotus Super 7 drive by (quite rare) and that synchs with the yellow Lotus Elite I saw with Var a few weeks ago, near the same spot. Var picked us up in the car and on the way home we were stuck in traffic and came to a stop near yellow diamond-shaped crosswalk signs - two of them, either side of the crosswalk. Cross walk, diamonds, twins... yellow. Hmmmm.

Later on, a neighbor was out mowing her lawn, wearing a bright yellow shirt printed with the same crosswalk guy.

9/2/09: Doing some boat research, and Cheers (the most famous proa in the world) was bright yellow. Today I was doing research into the Wharram Hitia 17 catamaran, Hitia means "sunrise". The particular Hitia (via Dilworth.org) I was looking at was painted blue with yellow accents.

9/3/09: Last night, Var came to bed and he started asking me about my joint aches and pains - the constant inflammation that I experience. It made me grumpy because I don't like dwelling on it, because it won't get better, I've already tried a million things. Anyway, he said that he thought Turmeric might be good for me... and later that night, I realized that turmeric is bright yellow. That night we had a good rain - the first in weeks, and also a short thunderstorm, so kind of "important", or something.

Today I was reading about Turmeric and it does seem to be a cure all for most of what ails me, inflammation being just one of them. It is an Indian herb, used for centuries in ritual and Ayervedic medicine. also associated with the elephant god Ganesh - and who should be featured on the Seattle Times front page that day but Ganesh (an elephant at Woodland Park Zoo) himself? (which reminds me of the day I met a guy hung like Ganesh at Woodland Park, but that's another story...)

9-6-09: Herodutus (H) starts a new super hero porn story with the hero named Falcon, and all done up in yellow? The black leather bands around his right thigh make him look like a bumblebee...

AAAAND... Jim was working on the deck today and it was raining really hard, and the gutter, (my nemesis) was clogged and pouring down right on Jim, so we were forced to clear it, which was really quite easy after all... Anyway, Var magically pulls out a yellow rain slicker from the closet for me - with the Helly-Hansen HH logo! He found it downstairs, must have been Brian's.

9/9/09: Listening to Beetles tonight, in honor of John Lennon and the number 9. Yellow submarines swim by, also Lucy in the sky with DIAMONDS. Not to mention the famous crosswalk shot in Abbey Road.

This sign was in a recent Admire post, along with lots of gold and yellow:

9/11/09: Var points me to a story about Lance Armstrong, and of course he's wearing the famous yellow jersey.

Sean Scott at Buffmuscles.com writes about "stalking" a cute guy at a store:

I actually got his phone number and his last name.... Then, as he left, the cashier looked at the receipt, which prints his name (from the club card number he used) and said, "Thank you, Mr. So-and-so." It's amazing what you can learn if you pay attention.

Also from Sean this week, a red head astride a yellow bike: He appears to be pointing up.

The Lotus Position is the famous pose of the Yogi, and yellow is the color of the SOLAR plexus chakra. I think I'll get more serious about my meditation practice.

My Mother the Car

The solar chariot - note his mother peaking...

I saw a gorgeous orange Porsche 914 the other day - nice ones are quite rare these days. Ricardo Montalban died on Jan. 14, and the High Noon post got 14 comments. 914's had removable SUN roofs, orange... you get the drift. 914's are a crossbreed between the noble Porsche brand and the peasant VW engine, so they are considered less valuable and collectible. However, judged simply on their merits, 914's were very good cars, and by volume, Porsche's most successful model - "the people's Porsche". Like most of my favorite cars, it was rear engined.

The legendary Dr. Ferry Porsche is the father of both brands - Porsche and Volkswagen. He developed a "people's car" for Hitler prior to WWII (another false sun god/antichrist), which became the VW, which eventually became a symbol of 60's counter-culture. How weird is that?

Now that I think about it, the most significant cars in my history were ALL crossbreeds of one sort or another. The Ferrari 246 Dino is perhaps the most beautiful Ferrari ever made - a cross between Pininfarina coach building and a 6-cylinder Fiat power plant. I loved this car. Still do. The name "Dino" honors the founder's late son, Alfredo "Dino" Ferrari.

The "Dino" brand was created to market a lower priced, "affordable" sports car. The first brochure described the Dino as "almost a Ferrari". --wikipedia

"What is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? 
 You made him a little lower than the angels; you crowned him with glory and honor and put everything under his feet." --Hebrews 2:6-8

Another is the De Tomaso (Thomas) Pantera (panther), a cross between "old world" Italian artistry and the brute force of a "new world" Ford V-8. Sold in the US through the Lincoln/Mercury dealerships, this car has perhaps the most gorgeous ass ever designed, but quality did not live up to expectations. Notably, Elvis Presley once fired a gun at his Pantera after it wouldn't start.

Auto-mobiles are symbolic of chariots, grails and vessels - and we human beings are literally spirit in vessels of clay. It makes me wonder...

Maybe I am a Halfbreed Prince - a Son of God and Gaia, Zeus and Europa - spirit and matter. I am Hercules. I am Orion. I am Jesus -the Son of the Father and Mary. I am a Porsche 914 - half immortal (noble) and half mortal (iron). This is the template. The new model. Adam.

So it is written: "The first man Adam became a living being"; the last Adam, a life-giving spirit.

The War of Heaven was because of this. Spirits do not willfully don feet of clay. But feet of clay we have, and warriors we are. Not against flesh and blood, but against the angels. The foot is the symbol of mankind - our earthborn 3D existence. Likewise the wing is the symbol of spirit - of the angels.

Ricardo Montalban sold the Chrysler Cordoba as "the affordable" luxury car. The 914 was the "people's Porsche". The 246 Dino was the "affordable" sports car. Both the Pantera and the Lincoln Mercury brand were sold as "affordable" alternatives. Hello... is there an echo in here?

I wonder... maybe God found the angels to be "unaffordable"? Maybe wars in heaven (like in Iraq) simply cost too much. So maybe He created this third dimension (Middle Earth) that would supply him with ecstatic experience for wholesale. Mankind, the affordable alternative! No wonder the angels fear/hate/abuse us, we work for practically free!

It's not being a worker that bugs me. I LIKE to work. I just want to feel appreciated. I think I've just founded the first automotive religion/union. Teamsters of the Universe... Unite!

High Noon

Would you be shocked to find out that the greatest moment of our recent history may not have happened at all?

I have three moments in my life that I still remember as if they had just happened. The first was July 20, 1969 -the Eagle had landed on the moon and my father turned to me and told me to never forget this day. The second was Oct. 3, 1995, and it seemed liked the whole country stopped at 10:00 a.m. to hear the verdict on O.J. Simpson. The third was Sept. 11, 2001.

The three most memorable events of my life were entirely mediated. And now I realize that they have a connection through the name Noonian (that I associate with Helios) via a strange personal synch stream from a few years ago.

But first this, via The Secret Sun:

In January 1967, Virgil 'Gus' Grissom, an American astronaut, held an unauthorized press conference in which he told reporters that the United States was "at least a decade away" from even contemplating a lunar mission. He was severely rebuked for giving that interview without permission.

Please bear with me while I relate the personal synch. It was a meeting. Var and I had a potential website client that we'd been wooing for several weeks, off and on, and it so happened that he would be in town for a few days so we all got together. We had no idea what this guy looked like, he described himself as "short and fat" and so we go to pick him up at his hotel and we're looking around the lobby for a conservatively dressed penguin, and the only guy we can see is this tan bodybuilder stud muffin sitting by himself. Can't be him! So we wait around for another 10 minutes, and finally Var approaches the bodybuilder and asks him if he's Ted, and he says yes! Ted may be short (five foot six?) but his "fat" was all muscle. He was wearing a loose XXL t-shirt that couldn't hide the bulging pecs and arms. Woof!!

Not Ted, but you get the idea.

Ned is straight and married (of course) and wonderfully sweet and modest which makes him even MORE hot. He knew our story and in fact his son is gay, and we really DID manage to present a decent professional demeanor through a very enjoyable dinner at our favorite little Thai restaurant. So everything was fine until we were driving back to his hotel and he turns to us and asks:

"Do you think we REALLY landed on the moon?"

His name was NOONan, and we drank Singha (Lion) beers at the Thai restaurant, so we have a near perfect synch with Kahn Noonian Singh - the Star Trek Helios.

Orange is the solar color, synching with O.J. Simpson, who played the protagonist in Capricorn One, Peter Hyam's 1978 conspiracy thriller about a faked mars landing - a story inspired by allegations that the Apollo Moon landings were a hoax. Interestingly, O.J. also starred in The Towering Inferno, synchromystically connecting him to all three events.

Dare I connect the dots so abundantly laid out before me?

Raining Cats and Dogs

Yesterday was another day of driving rain, but we escaped the house to visit a local Borders Books and enjoy a cup of Joe. I picked up the January 2009 SAIL magazine, which included a SPECIAL CATAMARAN SECTION - and the warlike heading "Cat vs. Mono", but what drew me was this article about catamaran racing in Antigua:

"Scorching past the Pillars of Hercules outside English Harbor".

Two Catamarans (representing the twin guardians of the Holy Grail) racing (and creating a sweet HH) by the twin towers of Hercules? The name of the brand is "Gunboat", an odd name for a performance cruising yacht.

Gunboat is owned by the Newport, RHODE Island Johnstones, one of the "first families" of sailing. They've been building sailboats for decades, with their first success being the J/24 - a small racer/cruiser. The 24 spawned an an entire range of J/Boats, and the Gunboats are their entry into the catamaran market. Gunboats are designed by the famous design firm of Morelli & Melvin (MM) who, curiously, also designed the titanic racing catamaran PlayStation for the late adventurer Steve Fossett. Melvin is also the name of the Toxic Avenger.

Antigua means "ancient" in Spanish and was named by Christopher Columbus after a church in Spain, Santa Maria La Antigua — St. Mary the Ancient. It is also known as Wadadli, from the original Amerindian inhabitants, and means approximately "our own". --wikipedia

I've been mulling over the dream about finding the Pillars of Hercules, and the themes of "defender" and "destroyer" that have risen so strongly, via Helios the Defender of Rhodes (see In the Shadow of Giants), and Shiva's Trident.

To recap: The statue of Helios was 33m tall, the same as Isis (Liberty) in NYC. Helios was the Defender of Rhodes, which was described by the Rhodesian islanders as the land of the free and home of the brave, to roughly paraphrase. They might simply have called the island "our own". Lady Liberty is Isis, AKA the Divine Feminine or the Grail. She's the Symbol of New Zion (Manhattan), who was guarded by the Twin Towers - which are a twin male concretization of Shiva the Destroyer and his/her ultimate weapon of destruction - the Trident.

Last year I flew to NYC for the funeral of my domestic partner's father, and I recalled the experience of flying to New Zion as being like "three comets streaking east", because we flew in a formation of three airplanes - leaving a brilliant triple wake of condensation trails. Three missiles... of potential destruction, and I remember that 911 was characterized by three missiles - two aimed at the Twin Defenders and one more for the Pentagon - another symbol for Isis, Venus, the Divine Feminine.

On Christmas day, I receive an Xmas card from some friends who had just adopted a new German Shepherd they named Shiva. Within hours I am attacked by a German Shepherd in full on "destroyer/defender/Shiva mode. I am unhurt, as are all my charges (shaken, not stirred).

On Jan. 2 I'm browsing Hulu and decide to watch The Toxic Avenger, in which I find some synchage with Shiva and the Id (see I Heart the Monster). It draws an unusual "attack" in the comments from the usually friendly Moon (friendly fire?) and I "defend" in due course. A "small moon" is the ultimate , Shiva-like weapon of the Star Wars universe, and curiously, Rev. Moon is from Korea, which is rebuilding it's own Tower of Babel (along with everyone else) as noted in the recent post: The Culture is Returning. The Secret Sun sweetens the pot with a recent reference to The Lathe of Heaven, which happens to feature an alien invasion... from the moon.

On 1/1/09, I joined a nearby gym called "Ironworks Gym" in Bellevue. Synching with the tin man, Ironman, the Man of Steel, Citizen Steel, all... defenders. As I was writing my check, I realized I was writing 911 backwards, and the strangest idea came to me:

The twin towers... are being rebuilt?

Archetypes never die, they just get a new Peter built.

Conversion

I've been reading Michael Tsarion lately, just web pages mostly, devoted to the idea that the Hyksos Pharaohs and Akhenhaton were the real Jews, and that the entire religious "sham" known as Judeo-Christianity is founded on this ancient sun worshipper. According to Tsarion, the Freemasons, Illuminati, Catholics, etc. are simply different shadows of the same black sun, all artfully controlled through the Black Pope and the Jesuits, the original secret agents.

It makes fascinating and difficult reading for a Christian, and Tsarion makes many incontestable points that cause a bit of indigestion in the swallowing, I admit. I have enough solar "worship" synchs in my life that demand to be accounted for, Virgin Mary beach towel included (see In the Shadow of Giants for more). Something deep inside says he's right, or at least half right, and my thinking about this very strange religion called Christianity has been CONVERTED.

What IF solar worship was really what Egypto/Judeo/Christo religion was all about? And... would that necessarily be a "bad" thing? The Navajo are sun worshippers, and they know that they only worship the sun as a SYMBOL of their real God. So they don't actually worship the sun, they worship their God THROUGH the symbol of the sun, sorta like the symbol is a gateway (stargate) to their true God!?

Which is exactly what Christians do with the cross and what Americans do with the stars and stripes and I suppose Freemasons do with capstoneless pyramids and such. And honestly, it's what I do with cock. I'm a fag and I worship cock. I worship cock because cock is the best symbol for God that I have, better even, I must say, than the sun. But that's just my opinion, and I'm not really prepared to kill you if you prefer another symbol for God (or no god).

That would put me in the minority, because Jews, Catholics, Protestants, Americans and Moslems all have a tradition of conversion by the sword. Which is so crazy, because they all say the SAME THING about God. It's like you're in the supermarket soup aisle (isle) and one soup is Moslem and the other is Kosher, and they both come at you with swords demanding you choose THEIR brand, even though the cans are all filled with exactly the same thing!

Homosexuals have long been targeted for Conversion - from gay to straight. The Christians are always seeking converts, and electro-shock (to the balls) aversion conversion is one of many perverse methods of the Ex Gay "ministry". Abu Ghraib was probably run by an X gay.

Burn the witches!

Darth Vader is also interested in conversion:

"He will join us or he will die!"

Which kinda reminds me of the warning Yah makes to Adam concerning the tree.

And of course, the Borg also convert you. The borg have the added wrinkle of removing free will from the equation - once converted to Borg catholicism, always converted (unless you're 7 of 9).

Which brings me to one of the stranger wings of the gay erotic library: forced conversion from straight to gay (see here or here). Erotic mind control, muscle growth, etc. A wing I admit to spending considerable time in. It's actually offensive, the idea that straight guys can be made gay... against their free will. And it's not all just leather and chains, those are merely crude symbols. The best stories are when the straight guys convert because of lust, pure and simple. Desire. The fuel (faggots) of Conversion. God, my cock LOVES those stories.

Which is of course... ridiculous. It would be morally wrong to MAKE someone a fag. Which is exactly what God did to me... against my free will. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sol Food

I read some fascinating homoerotic superhero fantasy fiction last week: 'The New Supermen', by Absman420. Until now I've avoided it because of the title. Superman slash fiction is about as retread as it gets, and isn't it taboo for someone of German descent to dream about being a Superman? Despite my misgivings it was a great imagining of what it might be like to be a gay solar-powered super hero - as well as letting me get in touch with my inner Nietzsche.

The plot revolves around Superman deciding to leave earth for a while, "seeking answers to questions", so he creates a formula that turns ordinary Terrans into solar Supermen by sending them into his Super Tanning Bed! It's hilarious and wise all at the same time and it's one of the things I love about Absman's stories.

Secret Synch Confession: I jerked off once in a tanning bed.

One of the things Absman examines is the concept that Superman is "good" simply because he is Superman, and how that goodness manifests in the Terrans. The reason Superman is good is that he gets his solar energy directly from the source, no middleman. Everyone is technically solar powered, except the solar energy is sent first through plants and animals and then to our bodies via food. Which opens us up to corruption from all sides because we all have to eat, and the builders of civilization figured out a long time ago that he who controls the grain controls the nation. Anarchy 101.

Farming was the germ of civilization, and remember that Cain was a farmer. As was Pharaoh, and Monsanto, and Prince Charles. All in the family?

I imagine who might be put out of "work" if suddenly we all got our food direct from the Sun/Son...

Revision 12/16: I changed the title from Superfood to Sol Food.