Trident For Sale, Make Offer - Update

I'm still working my way through 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'. Apparently everything we are currently experiencing is contained in one of Alan Moore's books. LOEG 'Century: 1910' has two main themes - an occult ritual to create a Crowley-like "Moonchild", and the death/rebirth of Captain Nemo.

Since Crowley initiated the Aeon of Horus by declaring it, this Moonchild is, no doubt, none other than Horus himself. The son of the sun and the moon, spirit and matter, Osiris and Isis. This Moonchild may or may not be the antichrist. I saw the recent annular eclipse as a heavenly metaphor for just such a birth or union, which this cool video equates to the return of Quetzalcoatl - the feathered serpent.

Today we have the SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket powered, Dragon 'capsule' docking with ISS, or Isis, quite literally, a feathered serpent!

Docked! The ISS and the Dragon capsule are now as one, following the historic docking.

Holy Fuck? "Docking" is also a homosexual act. Cute, eh?

So, that's the Moonchild, what about Nemo?

Last week, Var and I came across this Maserati for sale, "make offer", on the side of the road as if it was an old Datsun pick up. Maserati, by virtue of choosing the trident for their logo, has always been a powerful sync generator for me. The Trident is the weapon of Poseidon, Hades, Shiva, and... Captain Nemo.

This trident belongs not to the devil, however, but one who is sometimes mistaken for him: Shiva, the Divine Bowman. Its spinning arms are the three cities of Tripura- in the words of author Heinrich Zimmer, 'the amalgamated demon-citadel of the world', wrought from iron, silver and gold on the three great planes of earth, sky and heaven. Three great cities in constant rotation; so designed to cheat the prophecy that they- and the Empire they nourish- must one day fall prey to a single bolt from Shiva's bow; a feat that can be accomplished only when the moon floats into a certain rare orbit, and all three rotating cities are conjunct.
~Ben Fairhall

Made me think that the Nautilus was looking for a new captain, or something. For Sale, the Underworld. Make offer. Curiously, we had a fire aboard a nuclear sub in Portsmouth this week.

In Century 1910, Captain Nemo is dying, and he wants an inheritor, but no one will take it. His only daughter, Janni, wants nothing to do with his fanatic vendetta, but he persists.

This drives her away from "Lincoln Island" and onto the seedy docks of London (the world of samsara), where she finds employ in a sailor's inn and bar named the Cuttlefish, and is shortly, brutally, gang raped.

Her "initiation" into the "old boy's club" quickly ignites the fire of vengeance within her. She takes command of the trident armed Nautilus and lays waste to the London docks.

"You know, Ishmael, she's as bad as her old man.

Ha ha!, I'll tell you what, Jack... she's worse.

Ain't it bleedin' wonderful?"

I suspect the next Nemo/Shiva will be feminine in nature. She's got a lot to be really pissed off about.

Nemo is latin for "nobody" first used by Odysseus in his battle against the giant cyclopes Polyphemus: "much spoken of", or "famous".

When Polyphemus asks for Odysseus' name, promising him a guest-gift if he answers, Odysseus tells him "μή τις," literally "nobody." (which, when combined, as in speech also meant "cunning" - "μήτις," and is thus, a play on words.)

Polyphemus could mean a very famous person, or more likely, something that enables the concept of celebrity. Like the media, Hollywood, Youtube, or Facebook. Odysseus defeats Polyphemus by blinding him in his eye.

Nobody / Nemo / Anonymous

The question mark is the sign of Anon, the trident is the sign of Nemo. Perhaps one and the same thing? Who is Nobody?

As Mr. Moore points out, London is New Troy. And we all know how the old Troy turned out. No wonder London is so full of surveillance cameras. Not letting a trojan horse in this time! We shall see.

Update: Much sync has already been mined by the uncanny triple-pointed architectural motif of the World Trade Towers, "the buildings that were built in order to be destroyed".

For some reason, a reason for which I can only thank the gods, the Maserati automobile company has begun investing in yacht racing, which is big publicity (big Polyphemus) in Europe. This places the trident symbol in its proper place, the bow of a ship, or monster from the deep. Polyphemus draws the photographers, and they captured an arresting shot of the Nautilus stealthily emerging in a quiet harbor of NYC, with the trident of Nemo aiming directly at the "unfinished pyramid" of  One World Trade Center!

We note that in this lucky perspective, the trident must pass directly through the Winter Garden:

...and look, the masthead of the Nautilus. A red cross is illuminated.

Alan Moore's favorite symbol for The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is a woman bearing the shield of the red X or cross, and a Trojan inspired helmet that is actually a question mark. I meditate upon this image.

Rise of the Iron Moon

I'm reading The Rise of the Iron Moon by Stephen Hunt, which has seen some powerful personal syncs connected with the reading. It's an alien invasion story, where octopus-like creatures from Mars use a singularity time machine to invade the earth 5 million years in their future - our present. As far as books go, I'd rate it a 5 by the usual book rating criteria, but for me, it was a perfect 10.

"If you don't believe in something, you'll fall for anything." This week's sign on Rose Hill Presbyterian church (my childhood church).

The Rise of the Iron Moon:

"Pah, so much for the Circlist heresy and their half-witted humanist religion without gods. When the kingdom's people had stopped believing in the Druid's many deities they had not begun believing in nothing, they had started believing in anything."

I suppose we haven't really believed in the gods since Nietzsche let the cat out of the bag, but we keep going through the motions, as if the decaying rituals still had some power left in them. The fall of the Twin Towers was the straw that broke the belief system's back, the destruction of the third temple.

"they had not begun believing in nothing"

I suppose that's what we are: "belief machines". We cannot NOT believe, it's just that what we believe is always shifting. What we believe actually comes true, at least on a collective level. Of all the forces on the planet, it would seem that human belief is the most powerful, and a close second is the mass media. It shapes our ideas of what is true or not, and thus literally shapes the future. No wonder media control is so important to our modern Titans, everything is simply a matter of public relations.

I believe that what we call God is our collective subconscious. Sometimes that scares me because God is all powerful, and frankly, our subconscious is a dark and scary place. I wonder if this fear of the subconscious is what drives the formation of religions - a desire to control the subconscious by any means necessary. The Church knows that our reality is literally created by what we believe, and it desires to keep us away from the abyss. And yet, the abyss has swallowed even the Church, having lost every shred of legitimacy in the ongoing sexual abuse trials. It has been consumed by what it thought it could control. A good lesson, I think.

"they had started believing in anything".

So what DO we believe in, now? More or less everything and anything. It's the Dark Ages, all over again. The internet, far from being a tool of enlightenment, has been like the whisperer of rumors in the town square, and allowed our dark subconscious access to the security codes. The Forbidden Planet, consumed by subconscious forces beyond their control.

In Rise of the Iron Moon, the invaders are brutally efficient, carnivorous consumers of planetary life. Their bio-engineered servants are man eating apes, they treat human beings like humans treat cows and pigs. They have developed massive slug-like creatures that burrow into the earth, devouring mineral deposits while excreting useful mechanical components. They consume a planet like locusts consume a wheat field, caring not an iota about the pain and suffering, and then move on. In other words, they behave exactly like a corporate board of directors. They justify their actions like a farmer justifies his farming - a planet is a field to be harvested and then left for a few million years to lie fallow and regenerate.

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Stephen Hunt:

Shortly after winning the FT Award, he was hired by the Financial Times to be head of online development for their own magazine arm, where he introduced sites for their media, including Investors Chronicle, The Banker, as well as various channels of the newspaper's main FT.com site. In 2001, Hunt became research director of the investment bank Almeida Capital, where he founded AltAssets, an online service focused on the venture capital and private equity market.

Stephen Hunt works for the bankers (The Masters) and yet, he is somewhat like the runaway slave of his story, someone who realizes the end result of global corporate rule - and is sending an encoded message. Perhaps one that even our subconscious will hear.

"There is more power in the human heart and the imagination of a child than in any stone circle or blade."

The Madness Continues

In the Hugo Award winning graphic novel "Watchmen", Alan Moore uses an interesting dramatic device where a character in the novel is reading a pirate comic - "Tales of the Black Freighter" - that echoes events going on in the "real world" narrative of Watchmen. The lad who's reading the pirate story never notices that the story he's reading, and the larger story, the one he experiences as "real life", are more or less the same story, but told in different ways.

I had a remarkable experience a few days ago when I was reading my latest passion - a steampunk novel named "Rise of the Iron Moon", by Stephen Hunt, and the words the characters were saying were oddly echoing my personal situation. I won't bore you with details, but it was uncanny how the novelists words were synced with what I was doing, hearing, and seeing at that very moment. It was a "WTF?" thing.

The conceit of steampunk is to invent a world that uses alternate tech (computer = transaction machine), names (England = Kingdom of Jackels) and history (Ice Age = Cold Time) that are essentially congruent with this one. Much like Alan Moore did with Tales of the Black Freighter and Watchmen.

Watchmen was about a faked alien invasion, and Rise of the Iron Moon is about an alien invasion, though I didn't know that when I checked it out, I just liked the steampunky cover art. I've had a consistent fascination with the alien invasion myth, this blog is a testament to that, I think. I'm fascinated by films like Contact, Cocoon, and Independence Day. I wonder about the famous Orson Wells narrated fake Mars invasion. I consider the idea of a faked moon landing.

Caught between worlds, I am vulnerable to trans-myth interpolation. In Rise of the Iron Moon, the squabbling inhabitants of their fair, green planet are suddenly brought together by a greater threat, one so heinous that they are forced to put aside their differences. They build a mighty gun, shaped like a spiral, the projectile being spun around until at last it reaches a velocity capable of escaping earth's gravity. Into this gun they have poured all their resources and efforts, their one last hope of survival.

Obviously, this would be the Large Hadron Collider. It's a weapon. How else would it have been funded?

"In our obsession with antagonisms of the moment, we often forget how much unites all the members of humanity. Perhaps we need some outside, universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world" ~Speech to the United Nations General Assembly, 42nd General Assembly September 21, 1987

Steampunked by Satan

I’m finally reading The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Vol. 1 by Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. Yes... finally. Actually, I was digging through the moth-eaten graphic novels at Half Price Books, looking for Son of Satan (recommended by Christopher Knowles) when I stumbled upon TLOEG, so I picked it up. I was intrigued by the second page, and by the time the Nautilus surfaced, I was completely hooked.

The famous submarine is visualized as part whale and part kraken, perhaps symbolizing a conjunction of opposites or a great battle of leviathans. Indeed, every member of the League is similarly afflicted, their inner demons in conflict with their higher selves.

I admit Captain Nemo's (no man's) logo intrigued me: a green circled N with a trident attached. Alan Abbadessa/Green from The Happy Creatures is all over the Circled N, and Eleleth notes that Napoleon = Appollyon or Abaddon, the Destroyer. Lord Shiva is also known as the Destroyer, who's weapon is... the trident.

In the panel above, Nemo points downward while the hand on the dial points up, reminding us of another infamous she-male:

Moore doesn't exactly pull his punches, does he?

Once assembled, the League’s first task is to discover the whereabouts of a Chinese crime lord who is known as “The Doctor”, though “he’s regarded as Satan himself by such few as have survived encountering him”. The Doctor has come into possession of “Cavorite”, which gives the “power of the air”.

Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience... Ephesians 2:2

Nice one, Mr. Moore. I seem to be tracking the arch fiend as well, being recently done in by Jack “Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” Nicholson in a dream.

The League find Satan in an abandoned subway tunnel under a river, which brings us to a sync via Kosmos Idikos blog, a comment on God’s Loughnly Man by “satanvision”:

There's Jared Loughner, Safeway and someone presumed dead. There's Jared Fogle, Subway and someone presumed dead. One Jared ate at Subway to lose weight. When one looks underneath (subway) Jared Loughner you see that someone is going to lose. You wait. I paid $6.66 for a meal at subway the other day. I asked for Pickles(Bickle). I never ask for Bickles.

As above, so below.

Seattle is currently in the process of building a subway. Never mind that a town of seven hills is a silly place for underground trains because of the steep grades, and well, earthquakes. But why spend millions when you can spend billions? They even intend to dig beneath a river... the Montlake Cut, or ship canal.

One character from TLOEG is Allan Quatermain (King Solomon’s Mines) and that name always reminds me of Bernard Quatermass, who battled the devil after a bizarre alien object is discovered in KnightsBRIDGE, while excavating for a new subway tunnel. (Quatermass and the Pit) (Abaddon is also "the angel of the pit"). You can see the Quatermass influence quite clearly in this panel:

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is classic steampunk - a genre to which I am particularly attracted though I’ve never dabbled in cosplay. Seattle hosted Steamcon II last November 19-21, and I almost attended, except that I was going through a bizarre state of my own that involved a disturbing premonition about the Golden Gate BRIDGE and in my excited, near hallucinatory condition, I decided that attending a festival in a dingy hotel with a bunch of people wearing masks was maybe not such a good idea.

It does make me wonder... has some kind of ancient alien object been unearthed? And is that artifact somehow responsible for the strange rise in synchronicity in the last decade? The Ark of the Covenant/Monolith, still working that old black magic...

Hey, look where the Wild Wild West (666) Steampunk Convention is to be held this coming March (Nice Eye of Horus, Reminds me of the Wheel in the Sky):



I suppose now is a good time to show off my most favorite personal sync of 2010 - Long story, just a cool t-shirt of a fan/umpire of the Rat City Rollers.

The Return of the Giant SquID

Heracles vs. the Hydra

Sea monsters were back in the news last week:

Whale dismasts yacht in South Africa

Octopus with cold resistant venom is discovered in antarctica

“Giant” jellyfish stings over 100 people in New Hampshire:

“A jellyfish the size of a TRASH CAN LID raised a posthumous ruckus yesterday, stinging up to 150 at a New Hampshire beach and sending five of those to the hospital. Beach officials had apparently tried to remove its carcass earlier, causing it to break up into pieces that floated through the water stinging swimmers. Officials responding to the scene found a pavilion and beach packed with children crying like they had been stung by a bee, says a firefighter.” --David Abram

Note the TRASH CAN reference, resonating our collective, posthumous Junk DNA. All these monsters broadcast on a chthonic frequency, the whale is Moby Dick and Monstro, while both the poisonous octopus and jellyfish resonate the Hydra:

The Lernaean Hydra was an ancient nameless serpent-like chthonic water beast (as its name evinces) that possessed seven heads — and for each head cut off it grew two more — and poisonous breath so virulent even her tracks were deadly.

The grand daddy of chthonic monsters is the giant squid or Kraken, and I was amazed when my mom tells me she’s reading 'The Highest Tide', a coming of age story about a 13 year old boy who discovers a giant squid washed up on a beach in Puget Sound! Hollywood uses the giant squid to great effect: J. J. Abrams envisioned a monstrous squid attacking New York in Cloverfield, and the avenging Romulan mining ship in Star Trek was decidedly squid like. The tripods in Steven Spielberg’s The War of the Worlds were basically three legged squid, including even the elongated head, two enormous eyes and the central, devouring orifice. The tripods are interesting also because they lied buried in the EARTH for perhaps millions of years... waiting. Buried in the subconscious?

In analytical psychology, the term chthonic was often used to describe the spirit of nature within, the unconscious EARTHLY impulses of the Self, one's material depths, but not necessarily with negative connotations. See anima and animus or shadow. In Man and His Symbols Carl G. Jung explains:

"Envy, lust, sensuality, deceit, and all known vices are the negative, 'dark' aspect of the unconscious, which can manifest itself in two ways. In the positive sense, it appears as a 'spirit of nature', creatively animating Man, things, and the world. It is the 'chthonic spirit' that has been mentioned so often in this chapter. In the negative sense, the unconscious (that same spirit) manifests itself as a spirit of evil, as a drive to destroy."

The Id resonating Iron Giant was also a giant weapon capable of massive destruction, but it acted only in self defense. Perhaps the Id is also acting in Self defense? The judo chop of the mind.

In the War of the Worlds, Tom Cruise plays Ray Ferrier - the “dragon slayer”. His wife was played by Australian Miranda Otto, who also played Éowyn, “Shield maiden of Rohan” in the LOTR trilogy. She was able to slay the dragon because she was “no man”. “No man” is the meaning of the latin “Nemo”, the captain of the Nautilus who also defeated the giant squID. In the Iron Giant, it was the captain of the Nautilus who targeted a nuke directly at the giant - the “giant Id”. Last week’s yacht destruction by the “right whale” carried the insignia of The Saint, who is Simon Templar. The Templars take their symbol, the red cross, from St. George, the dragon slayer. Coincidence? I think not!

Much as I admire the dragon slayers, I think it is time to stop cutting off heads, and come to some kind of terms - lower the shields. After all, we’re only cutting off our own right brain, and they say that two heads are better than one. The war on terror only creates more terror, our modern “St. George” proved that rather well. Instead of being No Men, maybe we can finally become Real Men: friends, and even protectors, of the Id.

NOTES:

There are some great synchs with The War of the Worlds - there were 3 movies released in the same year with the same title and subject. The number three resonates the trident, the time-traveling weapon of Shiva, AKA the destructive impulse of the Godhead.

Otto is a palindrome. A mirror of consciousness.

Miranda is a satellite of Uranus: Uranus is the sky god and first ruler.

Miranda is the name of a planet in the Firefly universe that was the home of the “Reavers”. The Reavers are animalistic, bloodthirsty killers, at least, according to myth.

A “Miranda Warning” is a warning that is required to be given by police in the United States to criminal suspects in police custody (or in a custodial situation) before they are interrogated to inform them about their constitutional rights.

No Man's Land

I've always loved Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. As a teenager I read it more than once, I think long before seeing the Disney movie. To me, Captain Nemo (latin for "no man") was the good guy, and I couldn't imagine a better life than being a member of his swarthy, muscular, all male crew! The Nautilus was an invincible machine - powered with the same energy as the sun! How cool was that? The entire ocean was their uncontested "turf", and they had no need to go back to the land... ever. The land was the domain of stupid rules, stupid wars and stupid people. The sea was the domain of freedom, and even as a 14 year old I knew that was a good thing.

"The sea is everything... an immense reservoir of nature where I roam at will..." --Nemo

Ned Land (natch) represented the land, and handsome as he was, I still hated him. Here he was in paradise, and all he could think about was how to get off! It wasn't until I was much older that I realized his desire to leave was tied to his gonads. Ned needed to fuck, and there were no women on board the Nautilus. Of the three Nautilus "rescuees", Ned was the driving force to leave, to mutiny.

Ned is a harpooner; a whaler. A whale is of course Leviathan - the Behemoth of the sea. Moby Dick was Ahab's nemesis, and a metaphor for fate, or God (fate with an agenda). Ahab's enemy was a sperm whale, invoking the masculine. The sperm whale literally dines on giant squid (Kraken) so when the Nautilus is attacked by a Kraken, we see it as it really is: a great phallic "whale" which has just swallowed Ned! Ned always considered himself the cock of the block, no wonder he didn't much appreciate it.

Ned becomes Pinocchio and Jonah, and even Han Solo, swallowed by the giant space slug.

Disney's 1954 version of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea was probably the first Steampunk movie. The Disney Nautilus featured reptilian plating that evoked a great metal Ichthyosaur - a sea dragon. It even had a "rose" window with the distinctive Flux Capacitor motif. James Mason played Nemo, so as usual, we have a Mason playing God.

Nemo is the prototype Bond Villain - a man bent on saving the world by destroying it. Driven by vengeance and empathy for the oppressed (being personally familiar with the evils of so-called civilization), maybe he figured that he couldn't do any worse than the status quo. (That's always been my beef with the Super Heroes - all they ever manage is a restoration of the already appalling status quo.)

"They lack vision." --Darth Sidious

One of my favorite Bond movies is The Spy Who Loved Me, which features megalomaniac shipping tycoon Karl Stromberg and his ultra-cool submersible headquarters, "Atlantis". Besides trips to the pyramids, Ringo's wife Barbara Bach as agent "Triple X", and the iconic (rear engine) Lotus Esprit car-submarine, the plot revolves around Stromberg's new super tanker, the Liparus. The Liparus literally "swallows" nuclear submarines as if they were sardines - Stromberg's base is in Sardinia. Another whale tale.

The Nautilus' namesake is a cephalopod whose shell forms a logarithmic spiral - an expanding fractal. It is a predator that feeds mainly on shrimp and small fish - sardines. A model of the Ouroboros?

As Steve Willner points out in Ouroboros, CERN, and a Trip Through the Water Door, "galactic alignment" is all about Ouroboros. Maybe it's time I get in touch with my inner Jonah.

NOTES:

Apparently, Jules Verne was a suspected homosexual. No wonder I like his books.