The 33rd America's Cup just keeps giving. Team BMW Oracle yesterday(11/10) unveiled their secret weapon - a massive hard wing sail, the largest ever made for a sailboat, bigger even than a 747 wing! This story is HUGE in sailing circles, the yachting internet is basically glued to the spectacle 24/7.
The first Sailing Anarchy post announcing this was entitled 'Get Hard'. The wing resonates hawks, eagles and Horus, and wouldn't you know it, just a few days before that, the massive trident resonating racing yacht was dismasted - breaking its carbon mast in two! Which gives us a symbolic castration of Osiris, followed by a glorious, Phoenix-like rebirth of the sun/son! The yacht is built entirely out of carbon, which is also the essential building block of life found within the DNA of all Creation.
But it gets even better, because the "erection" of the wing mast/phallus was accomplished in San Diego harbor, home of a gigantic military base of MARINES. The Marines - soldiers of Mary, or as the Egyptians called her, Isis. Recall that Larry Ellis, the founder of Oracle Corp, took his name from a tiny island/temple off Manhattan dedicated to a 33m tall image of Isis, this is what I wrote last year on Dec 23:
Anyway, this 33rd running promises to be a spectacle of spectacles, beginning with the perps: Larry Ellison, (A Russian Jew who's father literally took the name of Ellis Island as his own upon immigration) of Oracle Corporation, born Aug 17, 1944 in Manhattan. In 2003, Larry married Melanie Craft (a romance novelist with a name that synchs both Melusine and Masonry) in a wedding ceremony that included Apple CEO Steve Jobs as official wedding photographer. Larry co-owns with David Geffen the megayacht "Rising Sun". Oy vey!
In other words, Isis has found her husband's phallus.
Just for us: please, please let them paint the Eye of Horus on that wing. But the little blue and white (psilocybin colors) BMW quartered circle on that "hawk-nosed" bow comes pretty close...
Reckless and repeated disregard in its stewardship of the America’s Cup by the Société Nautique de Geneve (SNG) has prompted the Golden Gate Yacht Club (GGYC) to ask the New York Supreme Court to remove the Swiss yacht club from its position as Trustee in a Breach of Fiduciary Duty complaint filed today.
The 33rd America's Cup continues to be a gold mine of esoteric significance, see America's Cup for backstory. The Swiss and their white cross on red are the home of the Swiss Guard, the guardians of Vatican City - the church. Symbolically standing in for the Catholic church, the SNG is defending not only a trivial cup, but the church's claim of divine authority!
The challenger is the ominous black trimaran - BMW Oracle - trident and Shiva resonator.
The "church" is a multi-dimensional concept that on one hand is a very old and corrupt power structure that is probably far older even than the church in Rome. On the other hand it is a spiritual concept - the Bride of Christ - the "true" Church. Has the Catholic church been a faithful steward on earth for this heavenly bride? Or has there perhaps been a breach of fiduciary duty?
The America's Cup is interesting because it is a race where the rules, boats and venue are all decided by the defender. This all goes along well enough until occasionally someone decided to make a "Deed of Gift" or "DoG" challenge, which is essentially a glove across the face duel, a challenge that seeks to throw out the defender's rulebook as corrupt, and appeal to a higher authority, which in the case of the America's Cup is the the New York Supreme Court. Playfully reversing some letters we could call it an appeal to GoD. Martin Luther's Ninety Five Thesis come to mind.
Perhaps sensing the apocalyptic meme of the challenge, the black trimaran was nicknamed Dogzilla - a playful reversal on the name of the Japanese monster of divine nuclear retribution. The black weapon was actually "forged" in the Pacific NW, site of the Trident nuclear submarine base. Makes me wonder if Mt. Doom isn't to be found nearby.
If the SNG represents the Vatican (representing Babylon) then I wonder who is represented by the trident. Or rather, who is wielding it. The Golden Gate Yacht Club is the flag on this trident triple missile - San Francisco, home of the golden star gate, and namesake of St. Francis:
He is known as the patron saint of animals, the environment and Italy, and it is customary for Catholic churches to hold ceremonies honoring animals around his feast day of 4 October.
Animals... the environment. Hmmm. Kinda like Pan - the God of goats, animals, and everything.
St. Francis (Francesco) of Assisi was born rich and lived the life of a carefree Italian playboy in his youth, but the cares of the world weighed upon him to the point that he eventually forsook his birthright for a higher calling. He eventually had a mystical vision in the church of San Damiano in which the Icon of Christ Crucified said to him (what the hell was he smoking?):
"Francis, Francis, go and repair My house which, as you can see, is falling into ruins".
This was way back in 1200 or so. How much further has His house fallen since then? It makes me wonder. Perhaps St. Francesco has realized that real change won't be coming from within the Catholic church - at least not without some serious remodeling.
Which brings me to my modern Italian pornstar alter boy: Francesco d'Macho, he of the golden jockstrap. Francesco finally tied the knot this year with his boyfriend Damien (Damiano) Cross, in a marriage that almost seems preordained. Francesco is openly critical of the Catholic church:
I grew up as a Catholic boy and I have to say the Church has let me down, there is so much hypocrisy that surrounds religion - I truly hate the Pope, and I hate the Church itself and what it represents; it's a lot of bullshit. Now, having said that, I was raised as a Catholic so it's really hard for me to say that there is no God - for me, I cannot do that.
Interesting. Is St. Francis still trying to repair the house of the Lord? I'm thinking yes, and he's not above using the trident and a gay pornstar to accomplish it! Sometimes you have to destroy something in order to save it.
Bonus synch: we made pasta tonight with red swiss chard in it.
It looks like the 33rd running of the America's Cup is set to be a Gosporn wet dream.
First of all, the Prize: a pearl of unusual price. The original cup was won from England by the black-hulled schooner yacht America, back in 1851. Considering the vast sums of money spent on this cup over the centuries, one wonders about its symbolic significance to the players. Does the cup represent the Masonic Holy Grail, whatever that may actually be? Read Grail Racing Part I for background.
As of this summer, the legal wrangling is coming to an end. Team Alinghi of Switzerland has been arm wrestled into accepting Team Oracle as a legitimate challenge, and despite every effort to control all aspects of the race, is being forced to design and build an equivalent 90' monster multihull - an enormous white catamaran. The race is already being called the Battle of the Titans, Godzilla vs. King Kong.
As long time Gosporn readers already know, the black trimaran represents Shiva and his/her Ego Destroying weapon - the trident. The Oracle's all carbon (building blocks of life) vessel was built in Bellingham, WA, and WA is home base to the black trident wielding submarine base, on Hood Canal. The nukes aboard the Trident sub represent the Ark of the Covenant - an all powerful destructive force. Ark = Weapon = Destroyer = Joshua = Shiva.
In the other camp is the Defender. The Swiss Guard are the white cross bearing defenders of the Catholic Church. So quite perfect that Team Alinghi patron is Ernesto Bertarelli, currently of Switzerland, but of Italian descent.
I personally tend to side with the Defender archetype (my tribal nature), and often I find myself coming to the defense of rather ancient and outmoded ways of looking at the world, because I can see some deep wisdom there. But in this case, I side with the Destroyer. When it comes to ultimate control of the Ultimate Grail, the status quo simply will not do. May the Best Man win.
The Defender sees his salvation. Note the Tripura (666?) in his logo cap - the three demonic citadels - targets of Shiva's trident.
Gay Pride 2009 dawned sunny and warm, perfect parade weather. The parade route began on Union and traveled along 4th Ave., through Belltown, until it ran into the Seattle Center at Denny Way, which hosted the post-parade party.
We drove into town and found parking on 6th and Stewart, just a two block walk to the parade, which was already in progress. We happened to choose the one street where the "God hates fags" people were damning us all to hell, which I took as representing my early experience of religion - one of guilt, repression, and fear. Love the One Way sign.
As it turned out, there were about a dozen churches marching in the parade, all waving their rainbow flags, claiming to be open, inclusive, gay affirming (willing to perform same sex marriages) and they were marching between nearly naked go-go boys, politicians, Dikes on Bikes, Corporate gay groups, gay baseball clubs and drag queens, and it occurred to me that this parade was actually a parade of my BRAIN, with all the memes expressed and running together, flowing in front of me in glorious 3D! So fasten your seat belts.
Considering the dour warnings of burning in hell from the GHF gang, the first group we saw roll by was a red Fire Truck [rescue, salvation from 911, hot fireman calendars] driven by... lesbians.
Then the circus arrived, with the black and white harlequin jester/joker [duality, chess, Masons, good vs. evil ], and a sense of illusion - [Maya, Satan, the Father of Lies].
The catwoman calls me out.
The gay frat marches by. Brothers, [Liberté, égalité, fraternité], Philadelphia, hot frat boy sex, and all that. They march in magical purple.
Mama Mia! (Mother, Abba, Daddy, birth, Mary, Christ]
A cute (and odd) couple, standing across the street. I note the boy on the left is seriously representing left brain [intellect, ego, technology, verbal skills] while the boy on the right is 100 percent Id - Eros. The Perfect Couple.
Next up is the Flying Spaghetti Monster, an inspired mocking of the nature of God. Note the two balls, heavy laden with the milky way. The pirates march along side. Butt pirates? Even mockers represent the faith.
Following directly is this All Seeing Eye [Sauron, Masonic, I Am] Gayz into my eyes? Hypnotic!
Now we have the Daughters of Isis belly dancers, enticing me with their multi-colored veils, but I am infused with the power of the Eye, and I see through the veil. Actually, these daughters of Isis seem pretty OK with me seeing everything, so no great eyesight required here.
We finally arrive at Seattle [Galactic] Center! With the Space Needle [obelisk, mushroom, penis, alien, UFO, father] reigning above. That's some kind of orange monster sculpture thing we walk under on our yellow brick road. Didn't devour us.
Here we are, finally made it to gay heaven, thanks to the usual sponsors! Note the Water of Life, spurting happily in the background.
These twin-like guys were walking around, one with a white cross on his chest, the other a red star.
The dirty blonde wearing sunglasses is what I was shooting, his T says "Swallow my pride". Awesome!
Departing heaven, we came across this black thunderbolt. I'll leave that symbol to you.
The mythology of many cultures is filled with tales of twin deities, and indeed, the very concept of homosexuality has a strong "twin" nature to it. Gay men are often accused of spending too much time in the mirror, attempting to perfect our reflections, which takes me all the way back to the myth of Narcissus, cursed to love his own reflected image.
This is a moral tale in which the proud and unfeeling Narcissus is punished by the gods for having spurned all his male suitors. It is thought to have been intended as a cautionary tale addressed to young men. Until recently, the two sources for this version were an epitome of the works of Conon, a Greek contemporary of Ovid, preserved in the Bibliotheca of Photius and the segment in Pausanias, about 150 years after Ovid. A very similar account was discovered among the Oxyrhynchus papyri in 2004, an account that predates Ovid's version by at least fifty years and is thought to have been recorded by Parthenius.
In this story, Ameinias, a young man, loved Narcissus but was spurned. As a way of rebuffing Ameinias, Narcissus gave him a sword, which Ameinias used to kill himself on Narcissus' doorstep; he prayed to Nemesis that Narcissus would one day know the pain of unrequited love. This curse was fulfilled when Narcissus became entranced by his own reflection in a pool. Completing the symmetry of the tale, overcome by repentance, Narcissus took his sword and killed himself. --wikipedia
The twin gods above are Konstantin and Oleg, via Gods Amongst Men.
They both work at the same large Russian gym. Oleg is loquacious whilst Konstantin rarely speaks. In this picture, however, Oleg looks to be the shy one whereas his brother has a mischievous face.
The human brain is a kind of twinned organ, with the left and right hemispheres looking at one another across the Corpus collosum - the great divide. This division of the brain - between the Ego and the Id - is a theme I am drawn to again and again. I am writing this from the left (analytical, egoic) brain, but I am writing about my creative muse, who comes from the right side. Am I writing about my lovely twin?
The Corpus collosum is the glandular representation of the Fall - the infamous division - the War of Heaven. The Great Divide is merely a few molecules across, but it might as well be the Grand Canyon to us - an impassable boundary that usually speaks to us in maddeningly obtuse dreams and visions - "through a glass darkly", as the Apostle Paul put it.
Yesterday I found a powerful catamaran synch (catamarans = twin hulls = joined hemispheres) because I found this wild Swiss catamaran, campaigned by Victorinox - of Swiss Army Knife fame. (the pic is obviously photoshopped, but the catamaran really does exist). The Swiss "white cross" are no strangers to Gosporn, see here. Switzerland is a corrugated, mountainous country, and attempts a certain "neutrality" in European politics. In WWII it played the part of diplomatic "bridge" between the Axis and the Allies, a sort of concretized Corpus collosum?
Perhaps homosexuals (and all artists) are like the Swiss - the shadowy diplomats between these two realms, between the Twins. We're trying to work things out, make some peace. We're like the Haley Mills of the Psyche! If there isn't peace in the bedroom, there won't be peace in the boardroom!
I was reading the classifieds in the new Woodenboat mag today, and noticed a small wooden rowing/sailing boat called "The Norseboat" that advertises itself as "The Swiss Army Knife of Boats", and it made me think about the concept of a Swiss Army Knife - it changes itself into any tool you desire. It's a Transformer!
Those Transformers are all seriously after the Allspark, and I am reminded how a spark plug fires across a very tiny gap, to power the magical internal combustion engine. So it makes me wonder... is my brain an internal combustion engine? And if it ever gets running properly on both (twin) cylinders, just where might this engine be capable of going?
Inspired by Aferrismoon and Through the Looking Glass synchro-coverage of sporting events, I've decided to bring you the Gosporn coverage of the 33rd Official America's Cup! Think of me as your gay, nautical Jackie Stewart. Gentlemen, start your symbols!
Ho hum, sailboat racing is like watching grass grow. Let me pique your interest with the name of the American challenger: Larry Ellison's Dogzilla: a giant 90' trimaran.
The America's Cup is the world's oldest active trophy in international sport, predating the Modern Olympics by 45 years. The cup, originally offered as the Royal Yacht Squadron cup, was named after the winner of the first challenge between the Freemason Limeys and the Freemason Yanks... the schooner yacht - America. America was a black schooner (twin masts/towers) and you can already see where I'm going with this.
Sailing ships are the most romantic and Grail-like symbol of all modes of transport, and the Freemasons must have been acutely aware of this. Lovers of wagers and competition, this naturally lead to sailboat racing, often with extravagant bets made in the outcome.
The Auld Mug (the Cup's "ugliness" is often remarked upon) was held by the venerable New York Yacht Club for 131 years (1852 to 1983 - the world's longest winning streak) and the cup was enshrined within the club's Holy of Holies at 37 W. 44th St. It was said that the cup would be replaced by the head of the skipper who lost her. That would be a Masonic joke.
One of the most famous and determined challengers was Scottish tea baron Sir Thomas Lipton. Between 1899 and 1930 he mounted five challenges, all in yachts named Shamrock, two of which were designed by William Fife. --wikipedia
So we have the Scots in for five, but it took the lads from Down Under and the Australia II to finally wrest the cup from the clutches of the NYYC. Barons of industry are drawn to the cup like bees to honey, with Ted Turner, Alan Bond, and Michael Fay all playing a round or two.
'Mermaid' the Young America defender painted by Roy Lichtenstein in 1994. Now resting at Storm King Art Center.
The history of the race is outrageously symbolic, with wild antics from all sides - including the March 1997 attack on the cup (then residing in New Zealand) by an agitated political recidivist with a sledgehammer. This reminds me of other attacks on symbols of the divine feminine, such as the two attacks on La Gioconda in 1956, and indeed... the Mumbai Massacre.
Anyway, this 33rd running promises to be a spectacle of spectacles, beginning with the perps: Larry Ellison, (A Russian Jew who's father literally took the name of Ellis Island as his own upon immigration) of Oracle Corporation, born Aug 17, 1944 in Manhattan. In 2003, Larry married Melanie Craft (a romance novelist with a name that synchs both Melusine and Masonry) in a wedding ceremony that included Apple CEO Steve Jobs as official wedding photographer. Larry co-owns with David Geffen the megayacht "Rising Sun". Oy vey!
In the other corner is Ernesto Bertarelli of Switzerland, land of the Catholic Swiss Guard and many a white cross synch over the past year. His team is called Alinghi, which is obscure enough to not raise my synch hairs. Anyone? Ernesto, born Sept. 22 1965 in Rome, moved with his family to Switzerland in 1977, where he eventually became CEO and Deputy Chairman of Serono, a Swiss Biotech company, that gained fame from its discovery of a natural hormone used in the treatment of FEMALE infertility.
All righty then! We have two mighty champions of the divine feminine... let the games begin.
Ernesto makes his first defensive move by accepting a "challenger of record". His patsy/proxy challenger of record is Club Náutico Español de Vela, a club with no yachts and no members except a few with large bank accounts and certain aligned Euro business associations. Hmmm.
Understandably outraged, the Americans mount a challenge and legal protest, which is made by the Golden Gate Yacht Club on behalf of BMW Oracle Racing. Oh yes, the Germans are involved. And the Franciscans, and the most iconic symbol of the Stargate in the West.
The protest is made to the NY Supreme Court, which is named as the court of last resort in the Deed of Gift. Much legal wrangling ensues, with the decision and appeals still undecided.
However, Larry has continued development of his radical challenger, a 90' x 90' "on the square" trimaran with a mast "taller than the statue of Liberty". A trimaran yacht is the conchretization of the Trident - the triple pronged spear of Shiva/Poseidon. It is no idle threat, Shiva's spear is THE greatest weapon of destruction. Period.
Larry's "sea monster" is nicknamed Dogzilla, synching with Sirius and the Japanese (rising sun) monster of the Abyss - which in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek is called Apollyon - the Destroyer:
They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon. --Revelation 9:11
Ummm.... 911? Enough said. This sea monster was created in Anacortes WA - made of solid (black) carbon fiber - the building blocks of life. It is currently undergoing sea trials in San Diego, which has it's own America's cup history, as well as housing the largest base of MARINES in the West. Ladies and gentlemen, this is WAR.
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My own growing awareness of Shiva is well documented on this blog, but I keep uncovering more synchs. In Revelation, the actual identity of Apollyon is left in question, with most of the church calling him the Devil, but the Seventh Day Adventists saying that he is, in fact, Jesus. A wonderful and deliberate confusion of Archons. My first boyfriend was the owner of the "Dick of Death", and he happened to be a recovering Seventh Day Adventist! My own childhood church (Rose Hill Presbyterian - yes, another symbol of the divine feminine) was vandalized and burned to the ground when I was in my teens, and the congregation found shelter at a nearby Seventh Day Adventist church, who lent us their sanctuary on Sundays. Synching them with Shiva, I see the church finding refuge within Shiva/Jesus... the calm in the eye of the storm.
Swiss pilot Yves Rossy landed near Dover in southern England after flying across the English Channel on a jet-powered "wing." "It was perfect. Blue sky, sunny, no clouds, perfect conditions," Rossy told the Associated Press.
Note the H insignia on the wings... logo of Hublot Watches, his sponsor. The English Channel (22 miles across) is another Jordan River resonator - a symbolic crossing. Yves was doing 1.1 mile/minute.
Eating lettuce or other vegetables grown in fields irrigated by the Colorado River may expose consumers to a larger dose of toxic rocket fuel than is considered safe by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, according to test data and documents obtained by Environmental Working Group (EWG).
Test results never before made public show that leafy vegetables grown with contaminated irrigation water take up, store and concentrate potentially harmful levels of perchlorate, a thyroid toxin that is the explosive main ingredient of rocket and missile fuel.
California produce is irrigated by the Colorado River, and then shipped all over the country. So... we're ALL eating rocket fuel. (As per, the gov sees no cause for alarm)
The Rocket/Grail in The Rocketeer is fueled by clean burning ALCOHOL, and I remember how my fraternity bros would brew a particularly potent punch for house parties they branded ROCKET FUEL.
The most infamous "fortified" wine in the states is Thunderbird Brand - brewed by E&J Gallo Winery, Modesto, CA.
"What's the word? / Thunderbird / How's it sold? / Good and cold / What's the jive? / Bird's alive / What's the price? / Thirty twice."
5 4 3 2 1... Thunderbirds are GO!
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Yves calls himself "FusionMan", and considering his name, EVE Rosy, hmmm...
V and I lunched at a Thai (Tie) restaurant today that served us a tiny green salad starter covered with a milky white dressing. Considering the lettuce/Min/Jizz line, I almost sent it back! But hey, who am I to turn down the secret sauce o' love?
...golden hearted Prince William is to train with the RAF Search and Rescue Force as a "full-time pilot", furthermore stating that he wishes to "serve operationally"within the service.
Search and Rescue is part of 22 Squadron, their badge as pictured a curious combination of a Maltese Cross with the symbol for pi fimbriated.
I was intrigued by this post, drawn in by the 22's... a repeating signal.
The Maltese Cross is the symbol of the Knights of Malta, AKA the Knights Hospitallers, those Catholic rivals of the Knights Templar. It is a white cross made of 8 points - stargate material. See The Moses Channel for the start of my white cross fetish.
Interestingly, the Rocketeer nearly flattens the antagonist (played by 007 Timothy Dalton) when he accidentally tips over a heavy set piece - emblazoned with an enormous white cross - the cross keeps on ticking.
The Republic of Malta is a strange little European micro-state south of Sicily (Sicily contains a triskelion in its logo - see previous post) that was at one time the island home base of the KH. (HH=KK according to Mr. Hotze). Malta is most famous to Christendom as the site of St. Paul's biblical shipwreck and even today it is 98% Catholic - seriously monotheistic.
The Mosta Dome in Malta sports the TWIN TOWERS flanking a circular center - the GRAIL. Pi, that "sacred" circular number, is positioned over the Maltese cross, signifying protection or perhaps guardianship? Strangely, the oldest religious structures on the PLANET reside on the Maltese island of Gozo - the Neolithic Ġgantija. The temples are considered by modern archeologists to be the site of an Earth Mother Goddess Fertility Cult. The Divine Feminine goes WAY back in Malta. The temples are said by Gozitan legend to have been built by GIANTS!
The Maltese Cross has become the sign of ambulance drivers and... MARKSMEN. The Greek word hamartia (ἁμαρτία) is usually translated as sin in the New Testament. In Classical Greek, it means "to miss the mark". I remember my dad taking us boys out behind the shed to learn to shoot with a .22 RIFLE. I recall having difficultly hitting the broad side of a barn.
The Geneva drive, a device that translates a continuous rotation into an intermittent rotary motion, is also sometimes called a "MALTESE CROSS MECHANISM" after the shape of its main gear. This syncs with the white cross of Switzerland and their clock fetish. "Because the mechanism needs to be WELL LUBRICATED, it is often enclosed in an oil capsule!"
Strangely, the latest offering from the Time Lords of Cambridge has shown up like clockwork - the Chronophage. See the Daily Behemoth for more.
Moses' chronic seizures take the form of religious visions, a goddess named Glintentica. But when Moses meets David, the vengeful goddess attempts to come between the two, possess David's soul, and bring about the extinction of gays forever. Can a way to defeat Glinny's evil scheme be found? 2007.
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OK, I hated it... at first. mainly because it was trampling over ground that I had sort of personally peed on, and I didn't like the trespassing. That said, it's clear that I'm not the only homo with apocalyptic dreams. Those pinko beams of VALIS are definitely getting around. Like a funky bad dream, I couldn't get it out of my head.
Manhattan Moses is employed as a "Male maid". He cleans your apartment in nothing but his tighty whities - while you watch. Some kind of kinky NYC cottage industry. Moses is always cleaning, cleaning... sponges, sponges. I'm deliberately avoiding Sponge Bob Square Pants synchs for now, because I fear Bob is a ravenous synch hole of epic proportions, and my time is short.
So anyhoo, the very next day my honey asked me to clean the kitchen floor, which I admit was several weeks past due. So I'm on the floor, sponge in hand, and I'm thinking, this is SO weird, I'm acting out "Moses". I scrub and I scrub, all the way around the kitchen and the breakfast nook, and I'm especially diligent, because this is like MOSES doing the cleaning.
I get everything spotless, except there's the round table in the breakfast nook, and I decide to clean underneath it. The table has a cruciform base, and when I slide it away, I see the major CROSS shaped stain beneath, tinged with RED from God only knows what. OK, a filthy RED CROSS on the floor of my pristine breakfast nook! No match for the SPONGE of MOSES!!!
The Bloody Cross is the sign of the Templars, and in my synchropinion, a fabulous candidate for the infamous Mark of the Beast. It flashed on me: Holy Fuck! Is THAT what we're supposed to do? Make the RED cross WHITE? How is THAT supposed to happen?
I have some funky Moses synchs, Burning Bush and all. The strangest one was last summer, when a Jehovah's Witness lady came to the door, evangelizing. As usual, I told her that I was a Christian and that I was QUEER, and she was completely unperturbed by that news. She got out her bible in her best 'Church Lady' way and it plops open to Numbers 20:9-12 which is the tale of why Moses never made it across the River Jordan to the Promised Land. She reads the verse, tells me in no uncertain terms the moral of the story, and then she turns on her heels and leaves, and I had the feeling that verse was the WHOLE REASON she came to my door.
I was like, WTF?!!
The opposite of the Templar cross is a white cross in a red field, which synchs up with the sacrificial Red Shirts. It is the sign of the LIFEGUARD - the GUARDIAN of the beach - the eternally bronze sex symbol. The first gay porn I ever bought featured a lifeguard. And then there's BAYWATCH.
According to the Guinness Book of World Records, Baywatch is the most watched TV show in the world of all time, with over 1.1 billion viewers. That pesky 11 again.
David Hasselhoff was never my cup of tea, but I sure envied his job. He was King of the Beach, and he hired only the hottest of the Hottentots.
Michael Knight, a former police detective... is recruited into the secret organization FLAG (Foundation for Law And Government) after nearly being killed during a botched investigation. Knight is provided with the use of KITT, an ultra sophisticated autonomic car which enables him to travel across the United States fighting crime.
Alrighty then. Michael (the angel/archetype) drives around the New World (Atlantis) in a self-aware chariot/grail (human being) that is voiced by William Daniels, who plays the car/grail like a flaming QUEEN!
The reverse Templar cross also happens to be the Swiss FLAG - an odd little country. Land of chalets, Toblerone, cuckoo clocks and Swatches, fondue, secreted wealth, the Matterhorn and the infamous CERN in Geneva. Most importantly, it was the HAVEN to which Julie Andrews FLED from the Nazis in The Sound of Music!
One wonders what kind of secret leverage the Swiss have held all these years that prevented them from being absorbed into this or that European empire.
The Swiss GUARD are the ceremonial protectors of St. Peter's - AKA GUARDIANS of the Key Bearer. I doubt if the Vatican has anything besides money and reputation left to guard, but the symbolic point is made.
Swiss Guards is the name that has been given to Swiss mercenary soldiers who have served as bodyguards, ceremonial guards, and palace guards at foreign European courts from the late 15th century until the present day. --wikipedia
Dig those funky silks. Strangely, those were the colors I chose for the sail of my second little yacht - a SOL cat.
A boy and his solar powered Grail, at rest.
Anyway, back to Moses. Moses didn't make it across the River Jordan on the first go, because he didn't give God the credit for his acts. A copyright infringement. Maybe he'll make it across the second time around, as long as he gives due credit:
"The human male cock is the tentacle tip of a joyous multidimensional shapeshifting multi-modality ecstacy experiencing BEAST of enormous proportions..." more
