Corona of the King

A Suicide King watches over the proceedings.

2/29/20 | Last update: 3/3/20

Leap Day.

The first death in the USA caused by COVID-19 (the coronavirus) occurred on Leap Day 2020 in King County, at Evergreen hospital in Kirkland. That’s a little too close to home for comfort. I grew up in Kirkland, and have spent many an hour at Evergreen, concerned over this friend or that family member.

He was a 50 year old man who lived in a long term care facility. and now 52 people are showing symptoms. 52 playing cards in a deck, 50 states in the Union. Your time is up, Uncle Sam. Show your hand.

Panic is growing in Seattle, Costco is being emptied.

Is there a "signature" to this event?

Today would have been March 1, beware the Ides of March. Will the coronavirus kill a king?

I’ve had enough 19 syncs over the past few years to feel like I own it. I won’t bore you with them except that I always figured they pointed at 2019, and when that came and went, so did my interest. And yet here is COVID-19.

Here comes the Solar Assassin

The reason the solar, crown, king aspect is important is because they embody the central myth of our culture: the sun bringing life to the world, and the sun dying every year at Winter Solstice, only to be reborn again. The ritual performance is recast over and over, from Stonehenge to Osiris to Jesus to MLK.

I am familiar with the Egyptian ritual, involving Osiris murdered by his brother Set. 3/17 is nominally St. Patrick's Day, but synchromystically is is the day set aside by the Freemasons to honor the death of Osiris.

Green is worn on St. Patrick's Day to honor the Green Man, as Osiris was also called. Osiris was often depicted with green skin, to symbolize the sun's blessing of the new crops every year: Evergreen.

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Update: 3/1/20

First coronavirus case in Manhattan. Perfectly timed for the Monday opening of the stock market. It occurs to me that tomorrow could be the worst day the stock market has ever seen. Even 1929. If so, that would be a famous date, sort of like 911 became famous after 9/11/01.

Tomorrow will be 3/2/20. 322 Skull and Bones tell.

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Update 3/3/20

I filled in the above with some more detail and possible pointers. I'll continue to add to this as events unfold. Glad the market didn't crash on 3/2/20.

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Update 3/9/20

Full moon. So the big stock market crash occurred today, losing 2013 points, or 7.9% of its “value”. It is curious that Big Oil took the biggest hit. Greta Thunberg would smile. I would smile too, if it wasn’t for the fact that Greta was taxied across the Atlantic to her famous UN speech in a Rothschild racing yacht. Deep games are at play.

On the King Kill front, Trump may have been exposed to someone who had potential contact with a coronavirus patient.

This person is Mark Meadows. Meadows is the incoming White House chief of staff, replacing Mick Mulvaney. This is like a comic book where the major job qualification is your initials: MM. Like Superman can only love LL women: Lois Lane, Lana Lang.  

MM is Marilyn Monroe and Mary Magdalene, and Marty McFly. 

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Notes:

We drove to Sequim today to stock up on “supplies”. For a few minutes I thought I had lost my wallet at Discovery Bay Cannabis. That was situated at an old railroad train, turned tourist attraction. The caboose and now pot store was painted in Patriotic colors with 1776, Liberty, etc. adorning the sides. Don’t lose your wallet when the casino crashes.

I stopped at Costco to inquire about new tires. The service clerk was really helpful and happened to sport a skull ring. I even commented on it.

I grew up in Kirkland, or “church land” as I have heard it translated.

I am not inclined to sync prediction since it never pans out the way you see it. Hopefully nothing will happen tomorrow, and if it does, I’m not answering the phone.

I do like how Stonehenge and Masonry sync so well together.

The Missing Link

Taking care of the neighbor’s dog this week. We were given the Missing Link.

I enjoyed the Dogon, dog star, Sirius symbolism of it. The thing is, to a web designer a link is a gate or portal to another website. It’s  instantaneous teleportation through time and space. The original name of a web link is an “anchor” tag, shortened to <a>. It’s the foundation of the web: the most important aspect. 

Today I walked the dog by a lovely piece of garden art for sale. It featured an anchor in the very center of a glass pentacle. I wondered… if I pick it, will it transport me to Sirius?

Finn Again

Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey

Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

And you're the only bait in town

Varen is in the habit of naming all our plants in the garden (like Adam). He named a huckleberry after my dad. It was a cutting he took from the grounds of my family beach cabin at Hood Canal - the place was covered with huckleberry bushes. The property was sold shortly after his death, and as we drove away for the last time, Varen impulsively demanded that I pull over, and he ran back to get the scion.

He stuck it in a pot for a few years and then in the ground here in PT, and this spring it finally began to show a bit of new growth. New shoots are “scions” of the old, and I am the scion of my father. Even though Varen named the huckleberry bush “Vern”, it is really me.

He was talking about the huckleberry tonight, and said: “Instead of Huckleberry Finn we have Huckleberry Vern”.

“Finn”, is code for “runaway slave”. It’s from The Golden Bough, and it’s a trifle esoteric and I’ll just assume you already know more about it than I do if you’re reading my incredibly obscure blog, but the most recent popular example is the character Finn from Star Wars, The Force Awakens. James Joyce alludes to it in the title of Finnegans Wake, or “Finn Again”. A repeating archetype.

Oddly enough, a promo email from Class Comics arrived today, promoting the new Mako Finn #2 homoerotic comic now available. Mako has a fin on his dick, and he’s named after a shark, because somewhat like Aquaman, he is the protector of life in the oceans, and he has telepathic communication with sharks.

But the really odd sync is how I bought an old sailboat. A Ranger 20, and now there are apparently five Rangers in the very small town of Port Townsend, and I’ve been hearing about one with a shark’s mouth painted on the bow, and today I finally saw that boat, parked on the side of the road. The Shark Finn is circling… must be blood in the water.

3 X the Charm

I’ve been staying away from the most recent Malay aviation disaster - the crash of Air Asia flight 8501, but I figure I should come clean. You see, 501 is one of my “secret code numbers”. Levi’s 501 jeans are the archetypal “gay jean”, and combined with the triple pun jean/gene/genie, I couldn’t help but make 501 a strong sync for me over the years. Eventually I even made passwords that included 501.

And well… the same for 8, or 88 most specifically, because 8 = infinity, and that is where Doc Brown’s time machine goes.

So 8501 is a password. And guess what, the Asia Airlines AA logo shows an airplane flying through twin towers. As in… the American Airlines flight 11, that struck the North Tower on 9/11.

Flight 8501 is the third Malaysian air disaster in a row, and as Poseidon and his trident would say: “Three times the charm”.

I have to say that I am nonplussed. 501 is not exactly a big Illuminati number, unless perhaps Levi’s corporate execs are sitting in at the meetings. One of the weird things about sync is that we will often come to the point where the personal syncs and the macro sort of combine in unsettling ways, and we’ll say as a defense: “I didn’t do that.”

Well, maybe we did.

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NOTES:

Levis 501's are joined with the Klondike Gold Rush, and "Miner 49ers."

Bon Hiver 2015

The new year is off to a great start with this gift from Nickie. Not that he made it for me personally or anything, but he might as well have. Penis, piss, lightning, totenkopf and the most adorable little winged rainbow pony you'll ever see. I heart sync!

Winter Sleep

Happy New Year, everyone!

The Digital Pearl Harbor

I have a long standing fascination with the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, at first because of little syncs like one of Var’s best friends was born on Dec. 7, 1941, and that my dad’s football jersey was no. 41 - stuff like that. When you look beneath the covers of the mainstream historical account, you discover that FDR knew full well about the impending attack - and actually goaded Japan into it. He was counting on the attack to send the country into the war in Europe. The ploy worked perfectly, and history was forever changed by that singular event.

Pearl Harbor is the “Paris” of planned disasters in the way that Paris is the “Pearl Harbor” of cities. The ultimate example, so to speak. Which is why the writers of The Project for the New American Century wished so fervently for a “new Pearl Harbor” in order to boost the USA into their Neocon dream. Their dream came true on Sept. 11, 2001.

A few weeks ago I spied a book in the bookstore free box downtown, Black List, by Brad Thor. It’s a James Bond type thriller that I normally would never pick up except inside it was a birthday card being used as a bookmark, addressed to Sid. “From your buttbuddies” it said inside, and because I could sync that card as occult gay slang, with myself as a buttbuddy, I picked it up.

Written in 2012, Black List is all about a shadowy defense contractor who is responsible for implementing the “digital security state” (now famous thanks to Edward Snowden), and their ultimate goal of creating a “digital Pearl Harbor” which would cause such a massive disruption of the internet that banks would close, grocery stores would empty, gas stations would pump dry, and many thousands would die. This disaster would usher in the “new and improved” Internet II, aka the Big Brother that Orwell warned us about.

As sync happens, it turns out that SONY, the quintessential Japanese technology and entertainment brand, was targeted for a cyber-attack by hackers calling themselves “The Guardians of Peace” on November 24. This nicely brought together my interest in sneak attacks, Japan, and the Black List.

So what exactly DID happen on Dec. 7?

North Korea denies involvement in the hack while praising it as a “righteous deed.”

The story is going around that Sony was about to release “The Interview”, a comedy starring James Franco and Seth Rogen about two journalists who are recruited by the CIA to assassinate North Korean leader Kim Jong Un. The Pyongyang government denounced the film as "undisguised sponsoring of terrorism, as well as an act of war" in a letter to U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon in June.

Were the Americans goading the North Koreans?

In Black List, the wicked defense contractor goes to a great deal of effort to create a scapegoat for an attack that they themselves engineer.

Today (Dec. 16) we got an email to reporters from the "cyber-terrorists" written in a parody of Engrish:

 “We will clearly show it to you at the very time and places The Interview be shown, including the premiere, how bitter fate those who seek fun in terror should be doomed to. Soon all the world will see what an awful movie Sony Pictures Entertainment has made. The world will be full of fear. Remember the 11th of September 2001. We recommend you to keep yourself distant from the places at that time.”

Perhaps this is all just a publicity stunt for the motion picture. Coming to a theater near you.

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UPDATE 12/19/14

Well, I guess the “cyber-terrorists” "win" and The Interview by SONY will not be released on Christmas day, after all. However, let not the free world despair:

"Americans cannot change their patterns of behavior due to the possibility of a terrorist attack," he said. "That's not who we are, that's not what America is about."

"We will respond," Mr Obama told reporters on Friday, declining to offer specifics. "We will respond proportionately and in a space, time and manner that we choose."

He added: "We cannot have a society in which some dictator someplace can start imposing censorship in the United States." -BBC

Ah yes, the “proportional response”. That means Pyongyang is about to become the new Gaza, not that the US will be blocking the next big North Korean comedy from release.

But back to Black List:

Brad Thor introduces me to the Panopticon (all seeing eye):

The Panopticon is a type of institutional building [prison] designed by the English philosopher and social theorist Jeremy Bentham in the late 18th century. The concept of the design is to allow a single watchman to observe (-opticon) all (pan-) inmates of an institution without the inmates being able to tell whether or not they are being watched.

And this Christmas, we get the Panopticon Elf on a Shelf! (Thanks to Alan Green for this one)

When the WDC are finally revealed to the President, it is decided to “Black List” their board of directors, which meant that all 15 of them would find themselves on a corporate jet that suddenly dove into the sea and disappeared.

A US technology company which had 20 senior staff on board Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 had just launched a new electronic warfare gadget for military radar systems in the days before the Boeing 777 went missing. Freescale Semiconductor has been developing microprocessors, sensors and other technology for the past 50 years. The technology it creates is commonly referred to as embedded processors, which according to the firm are “stand-alone semiconductors that perform dedicated computing functions in electronic systems”. -Macedonian International News 

This, BTW, is exactly the kind of company that the WDC was in Black List.

It’s almost as if I was reading this stupid book and all the major plot points surfaced into my reality as I read it. The icing on the cake was that James Franco’s character in The Interview is David Skylark. “Skylark” is my secret sync code word. OK, not so secret, but still… WTF? David = King in biblical myth, so this essentially means "King Skylark".

If I personally caused the beginning of the Digital Pearl Harbor by reading this book, I am sincerely very sorry. I will swear off this conspiracy crap and read nothing but gay porn from now on - at least that always has a happy ending! So if you start to hear about hot, horse hung studs walking around naked and shit, don’t be too alarmed. It’s just what I'm reading!

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.

Faking Your Own Death

R.I.P. R Chris Cooper

We've had a bit of drama at the Evolution Archives this week - an author named R Chris Cooper was declared deceased on Sept. 24 in a thread started by a man claiming to be his partner, along with the info that all his MANY works of erotic fiction were being deleted from the forum, as requested in his last will and testament.

The firestorm erupted soon afterwards, with some claiming he faked his own death, and others leaping to the defense of the dearly departed. We note that the author began deleting his stories from the forum three days before his sudden "massive heart attack and stroke", and oddly enough, he had posted a story a week before that included a character who was forced to fake his own death after being recruited into a top secret military organization.

Faking your own death on forums is nothing new, and I don't really care if he did or didn't, but it synced because I'd just finished a Dirk Pitt novel that featured a WWII German U-Boat officer who had faked his own death.

Ever since watching Captain America - The First Avenger on 9/11/12, I've been thinking about the presentation of Nazis as wicked seekers of occult power. From Indiana Jones to Hellboy, it's a common theme:

The Munich Lodge of the Germanenorden Walvater of the Holy Grail is given the name Thule Society. The Germanenorden is a secret society dedicated to German nationalism, Nordic racial superiority, anti-Semitism, and reviving ancient Nordic pagan beliefs. Members come primarily from the upper echelons of German society.

In 1919 the Thule Society will sponsor a political party which many of them have joined and in which they have leadership positions: The German Workers' Party (Deutsche Arbeiterpartei, DAP). In 1920 it's renamed the National Socialist German Workers' Party, or Nazi Party. ~skepticism.org

Some say the Nazis, thanks to mediums channeling info from the Aldebaran system, built flying saucers capable of traveling all the way to Aldebaran - 65 light years away.

According to Thule, another disc left Antarctica in 1945 with both Hitler and Maria Orsic on board. According to the Thule insider, all subsequent appearances of Hitler were done by his doubles. The corpse in the bunker was the body of a double as well.

Faking his own death. And this is where it gets odd, because I went back to the Evolution Archives thread today, and I discovered that the last comment was by a member named Aldebaran.

101 comments - aldebaran

The Life Pneumatic

pneumatic
adjective

1. containing or operated by air or gas under pressure.
• Zoology (chiefly of cavities in the bones of birds) containing air.
• informal (of certain body parts, esp. a woman’s breasts) large, as if inflated : she’s the one with the pneumatic lips and breasts.


2. of or relating to the spirit.


noun (usu. pneumatics)
an item of pneumatic equipment.


ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from French pneumatique or Latin pneumaticus, from Greek pneumatikos, from pneuma ‘wind,’ from pnein ‘breathe.’

I’ve been having a strange conversation with myself that goes like this:

Air = Wind = Breath = Spirit

The power of breath

Mindful breathing - meditation

The Prince of the POWER of the air

Wind turbines

Prince's outfit in 'Raspberry Beret'

Nike Air Jordans

The Zen of Running

Hermes’ winged sandals

Ruby Slippers - “they must be very powerful or she wouldn’t want them so badly”

Breatharians

Angry Birds

Tornados

Sailboats

Tornado sailboats

“Man does not live by bread alone”

“We want to pump you up!”

Steve Fossett

So I decided to start running as a good method of exercise and perhaps with the side benefit of total global domination. The local discount store had Nike AIR MONARCH on sale, seemed appropriate.

I’m watching these syncs manifest "out of the blue" and David Mason of House of Vader reports back on his trip to the Life Ball in Vienna (Europe’s largest AIDS charity event), and the theme this year was AIR. You can imagine how many “angels” showed up. Bonus sync: David muses what could be the money behind such a massive charity ball and he comes up with NAZI GOLD!

Aftermath

Well, Oliver's back home, resting peacefully. I want to attempt to share with you how strange yesterday really was for me, from a sync point of view. Remember the sudden onslaught of Fleur de Lis that began early March?

The morning of the 17th we were visiting Oliver at the vet and this van was parked a few blocks away. It includes 441, the mirror of 144 (the no. of the sealed, 12 times the 12 tribes of Judah, etc.)

Back on the 14th I was walking Ginger (Oliver's sister) to her favorite little park and I found this green fleur de lis lying by the side of the road directly across from it. I picked it up and I've been keeping it in my pocketses...

Back to the 17th. I decided to take 'the Ginj' to her park again, and I found these chalk marks on the sidewalk on the way:

It had nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, just some writing left by some utility worker. We get to the park, which is named Louie Park, after the owner's dog. That gives me Sirius, Louie Armstrong, and Louis 14 the Sun King all in one little sign. Note the danger.

The sign sits on this lonely little shed, which has some gigantic diamonds on it.

If you walk around to the back of the shed, and peak into the 'rear window' ;-), you'll see an old blue Ford Falcon in storage, though when I peaked this time it appears that work is being done on the engine, so maybe Horus is finally getting ready to fly.

Obligatory Hollywood movie poster with a dead Goddess

Continuing on around the block, we come to the Holy Family Catholic Church, and this interesting vehicle parked out front:

It's a red VW Eurovan, which gives us the obligatory Nazi sync (VW was Hitler's "people's car") and yet another 144. Which is "thinking green":

Rounding the corner to head back home, we come across a WSU (Wazzoo) Cougar sign. Mountain LION, or red lion of Judah.

As I was putting the finishing touches on this little yellow brick road, Bring a Trailer posts this orange Alfa Romeo Montreal. 1971, (17 reversed) Montreal (Royal Mountain, Fleur de Lis), "awakened from slumber".

Alfa Romeo has perhaps the most wonderful badge of all automobiles (that's a 'Saracen' in the jaws of the serpent) and they even include a 'quadrifoglio' (4 leaf clover) in their iconography.

So I'm putting all that into my pipe and smoking it during the next week. That is, in between buying canned food and moving into the basement to avoid the radioactive cloud from Japan. On the horizon is March 25, the feast day of St. Dismas, the "good thief". I have a feeling it will be memorable.

No Doubt

Today has been, without a doubt, the second most bizarre day of my life. Synchronistic symbolic coincidence abounded to the point where I just had to stop counting. I was awake in the Dream, and I was the Dreamweaver. A feeling of subtle joy crept over me, as I watched events, signs and meaning shift in front of me and behind me as if I were a boat of Awareness plowing through a fog of causality. I witnessed many miracles today, but it took Varen to record just one.

We were walking in Kirkland, heading for a coffee shop on this blustery November day, and suddenly he grabs his iPhone in camera mode and walks up to this total stranger standing along side us, talking on his phone, to take some extremely close up pics! I was dumfounded! I exclaimed in by best Jar-Jar: “How rude!” and then.. “WTF?”

Var was practically vibrating with excitement. “He had a white iPhone 4!!! A WHITE IPHONE 4!!!”

OK, let me ask again, “WTF?” So Varen explains to me that white iPhone 4’s are rare an hen’s teeth. They’ve gone mythic, and are the subject of breathless “sightings”, around the world. A picture of a white iPhone will make headlines in the Mac press. It’s a one in a million thing, no.. one in a billion. They call it the geek equivalent of seeing a white unicorn.

As these thing always turn out, the photos are less than conclusive. From Yeti’s to UFO’s, the snapshots are always a bit blurry. But I feel cool about it. I was there. Like Thomas, I put my hand in the wound and I felt it. It was real. I’m a doubting Thomas no more.

What Child is This?

It’s been a pretty crazy month in the synchrosphere. Not that they ALL aren’t crazy, so maybe it’s just me. OK, obviously it’s just me. But the oddness just keeps piling up, and given the “2010: The year we make contact” myth, and all the Jupiter, Iron/Tin Man stuff, it does make me wonder.

Today is Lughnasadh, a traditional harvest festival - the “first fruits”, so to speak. That’s when we pick the first grapes, etc. Varen offered me a blueberry from one of our bushes... very sweet. The sunlight has been strange today... an unusual reddish tint that makes all day seem like sunrise or sunset. I felt like maybe a good day to sunbathe, considering it’s Sun Day. Var is especially proud of his marigolds this year, made me wonder about the effects of gamma radiation. I should ask the Fantastic 4?

This evening, we saw a hunk walk by in a sleeveless plaid shirt, arms bulging. Var said “how white trash”, and I thought, “Yea... hot”. Then the ice cream man drove through the neighborhood. No big deal, except his truck was playing “What Child Is This”. WTF?

What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

A rather excellent question: “What child is this?” Perhaps we are about to find out.

The Moody Blues: Video.

Double Rainbow All The Way!

The Rainbow (or Gay Pride) Flag was created by artist and vexillographer Gilbert Baker, a friend of the late Harvey Milk, in 1978. The flag debuted at the San Francisco Gay and Lesbian Freedom Day Parade. While we queers like to think we “own” it, the symbol is shared by everything from leprechauns to unicorns, breakfast cereal to cartoons. A favorite with little girls, the rainbow is all things bright, cheerful, sunny and daffodils.

It is also the sign of global cataclysm and judgment. Yes, the rainbow has a dark side. Mythically, the rainbow is associated with the previous great human extinction event - the Flood. Something about unending wickedness, when even the Creator regretted making the race of men. A time perhaps much like our own?

The LORD saw how great man's wickedness on the earth had become, and that every inclination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil all the time. The LORD was grieved that he had made man on the earth, and his heart was filled with pain. --Genesis 6:5-6

Kauhuhu, the Hawaiian shark God of Molokai, is also associated with rainbows and justice. Kauhuhu is one of those fierce archetypes who would sooner smite you than help you. But help you he will, as long as you leave your ego at the door... DOA. In this famous myth, the vain Chief Kupa murders the two sons of Kamalo, his high priest, for the sin of sacrilege against his temple. The priest seeks revenge against the chief, and he goes on a quest to find someone who will help him. He finds no one, all the priests of the various Gods are either indifferent to his suffering or fear Chief Kupa. Finally he meets the priest of Kauhuhu, who gives him at least a shred of hope. He meets the dragon guardians of the God, who become his allies, and they tell him to hide in the garbage, and wait for the eighth wave to break.

"Speak to Kauhuhu from there, but be quick."

Kamalo tells his story, and he finds a sympathetic audience in the Shark God. The God agrees to help him, and avenge the deaths of his sons.

"They would see a white cloud on the island of Lanai, unlike any they had seen before. When the cloud grew to cover the island, it would move against the wind until it reached the peaks above Mapulehu Valley. Then a great RAINBOW would reach across the valley and Kauhuhu would be there to mete out punishment and avenge Kamalo's sons."

Image from Island Tales.

As it turned out, Var and I did not go to the big gay pride parade in Seattle on Sunday, June 27, but instead popped up to La Conner to meet Eunus Noe (rhymes with Noah) at the Next Chapter bookstore and coffeehouse (See The Second Chapter of Acts). But no escaping rainbows that day, because he was staying with relatives on an island that happened to be spanned by the ‘Rainbow Bridge’!

Eunus was wearing a retro ’70’s jacket that day, pinging with the “Back to the Future” meme. He also “lost his sandal” during out meeting (one of his flip flops blew out). Jason (of the Argonauts), revenger of Hera (Mary, Gaia, Isis) also lost a sandal, and an oracle had warned (the unjust) King Pelias:

"Beware a stranger who wears but a single sandal."

The STRANGER is the local Seattle weekly rag, and that week was their annual Queer issue. Actually, every week is 'queer week' at the Stranger, being the home of Dan SAVAGE, but they really pull out all the stops during Pride Week. The Stranger decided to accept a rabidly homophobic ad from the KHM Families Foundation, the organ of Pastor Ken Hutcherson (former Seahawks linebacker, recently officiating at Rush Limbaugh's fourth traditional marriage between a man and woman). Sorry for all the backstory, because really I’m just focused on their line at the end of the ad:

Oh, by the way, God wants His rainbow back!

So I had a double rainbow that day, connected by the mythic Greek hero Jason and his single sandal. All three heroes, Noah, Jason and Kamalo, are associated with divine vengeance.

On July 6, Queen Elizabeth II made a strange peace offering at Ground Zero, and I wonder if it wasn’t a peace offering to Kauhuhu? No doubt the ceremony was all perfectly timed by the Queen’s astrologers. Being the figurehead of economic and political power - the oil drilling, ocean killing, profit taking, poverty making, brown man enslaving, earth destroying monster that it is - perhaps she was playing the part of Kupa, the unjust king - who knows the jig is up.

“Seven great waves would signal his approach, and he would arrive on the eighth.”

On July 8, Hungrybear9562 (Landshark 22?) gave his answer, as we all hid within the taro peelings. The double rainbow epiphany that was heard round the world. Rock on, Kauhuhu.

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'Double Rainbow' is destined to become this summer's monster dance hit at the clubs. Lady Gaga will probably do a version and take it Platinum.