High Explosive Dual Purpose

Given the name of this blog is Gosporn, it's been a while since I posted anything worthy of the adult content warning so if pictures of carnal knowledge make you blush, please avert your eyes now.

HEDP, that acronym ... stands for High Explosive Dual Purpose — and those are the types of 40mm grenade rounds this young Marine has strapped across his chest. ~Bill in Exile

We can see 'this young Marine' has a bunch of golden peens strapped in there - little phallic weapons - one shot each, like little bottles of vodka on the airplane, or perhaps, little trident missiles.

This idea of the penis as a 'dual purpose' weapon, it's become pretty interesting. Obviously, the one purpose is to make sperm, those tiny and yet immensely explosive and powerful vehicles of insemination.

But I suspect the weapon has another use, and that is something related to what Alan Moore calls the Blazing World. An orgasm is called "the little death": a split second ego death experience and connection to the Blazing World - AKA Source, All, Id, Divine Miss Fem, etc.

I mean, I wonder if every time I cum, maybe I'm sending an Adam bomb into another dimension? Id Coming!!!

So, imagine all of humanity sending tiny but highly explosive bombshells of ego into the subconscious, all the time. If there is ONE thing we do well, it's have a fucking orgasm. It's a sex bomb.



It's building up in the subconscious, it's been building up for a long time. But it's full to bursting now, its TIME for whatever subconscious "baby" we've made to come forth. It's the birth day.

I still feel that semen is the key, or at least, the transmitter. Imagine semen as being the Mercurial messenger between realms, between we corporeal types and the fourth dimension. A messenger that goes both ways. We send our "messages in a bottle" to the subconscious during orgasm, we receive them back during the same process, the little spermatic carriers of the divine will.

I think that is why gay men are cock suckers. And I think that is why I saw this message yesterday from the Bringer of L... or should I say, the bringer of white. The feedback loop.

Communion.

A Shropshire Lad

“It dawns in Asia, tombstones show/ And Shropshire names are read;/ And the Nile spills his overflow/ Beside the Severn’s dead” --A Shropshire Lad

We walked the dogs around Bellevue Downtown park last Sunday. The park has a strong "Masonic vibe”, being rigidly geometric with a circular canal and many, many obelisks. The “river” begins at a large bowl-like fountain at the top of the park, and splits two ways to flow around either side of the circle, and finally collects in a pond below.

Sunday was warm and sunny and we began our walk from the lower pond, by the parking lot. The local RC boat club had set up camp on the bank, running their model Mississippi towboats around, pushing and pulling little model barges laden with little concrete slabs. I idly wondered if that was how the Egyptians got their giant slabs to the pyramids/tombs/stargates, barging them up the Nile?

We trudged around the path on the right, heading upstream to the fountain at the “headwaters”, and when we got there we saw that the water had been tinted vivid red, as if someone had dumped a vat of red dye into the water, and suddenly it was as if I was looking at the Holy Grail or something?! The river was BLEEDING from the HEAD!

We looked around for a sign or something explaining the water’s vivid coloring that day, but saw none, so we were left to wonder. (Note: pic above is from the internet, NOT from Sunday's walk)

On the day before, I had read that Polish President Lech Kaczynski was killed early Saturday along with his wife, several top military officials, and the head of the national bank when their plane crashed at a western Russian airport (via eLLUMINATI)

"The entire top military brass, including the chief of defense and all the services, were on the plane," said Tomas Valasek, of the Center for European Reform. "If that is true, then you're looking at a situation, in effect, of the DECAPITATION of the military services."

Later on Sunday, a favorite maritime blogger posts news about an antique boat auction, and for some reason I was drawn to this pic of a lovely canoe yawl named Sabrina. Sabrina is the Welsh Goddess of the River Severn in Celtic myth. Sabrina the nymph drowned in the river (how do you drown a mermaid, BTW?) and the river was named after her or vice versa. Sabrina is Latin for Severn. The Severn is the largest and most important river in England, like the Mississippi is to the States, or the Nile is to Egypt.

Great rivers not only represent the lifelines of continents and empires, they represent our own blood in our own bodies, and even the flow of divine Kundalini (serpentine) energy up and down the spinal chord - the main line of the Body Electric. How strange that this Sunday, of all Sundays, I made a special altar and a special prayer to the twin ponds of wisdom that lie not at the top of my head, but at the base of my cock. To me, they represent the House of Id, and you can be sure that the “water of life” was consumed with thanksgiving. No grape juice Communion here, just the Real Thing.

Quite naturally, Id shows me a symbolic representation of my oath - my egoic head is decapitated, and the tugs/barges bring in another ego over the falls. Livingston, I presume?

NOTES:

Theodore, the Holy Tugboat

Mr. Housman, author of “A Shropshire Lad”, was queer.

Sabrina was also the name of “Charlie’s Angel” Kate Jackson, who played the wife of Michael Ontkean in the homoerotic Making Love. See musings on Harry Hamlin, Perseus and Medusa in Clash of the Titans.

Something in the Water?

'Let's put it in the water supply and turn everybody on. --Steve Jobs 

A week ago last Saturday, "precisely" on schedule, Rothschild heir David de Rothschild set out in Plastiki, a catamaran made from 12,000 plastic water bottles, on a voyage from the Golden Gate to Oz, in an attempt to “raise consciousness” about the perils of PET to the environment.

What’s up with THAT? An Illuminati/banker FOR the environment?

Yesterday I found this really excellent video on the same subject that I highly recommend, mostly because it explains "manufactured demand" and compares drinking bottled water to "smoking while pregnant". You’ll note the recent “birth pains” of Mary/Isis/Gaia thread at Gosporn. Holy smokes!

Why the hell would a BANKER promote one method of water delivery vs. another? Obviously... for a profit. But how can you lose charging $2 a bottle for 2 cents worth of product? Maybe the "vessel" is a red herring... maybe “they” want us to start drinking from the tap?

What if... “they” are putting minute amounts of LSD (or the latest equivalent) in the water? And what if “they” keep upping the dosage? Maybe we’re all higher than kites and we don’t even know it!

Personally, I think that "they" are no strangers to ego-death - the one true religion. Hell, "they" know their own myths and rituals better than I do, and even I get that "they" ALL point to the same thing - the transformational power of entheogenic drugs on human consciousness. The apple IS the magic mushroom, thank you for pointing it out so succinctly, Steve.

I recall that it was Michael BANKS who wanted to "feed the birds", or in other words, feed his ego to the Id. Maybe the Illuminati are "banking" on a different currency?

I’m pretty sure “they” understand that inventing a new economic or religious system isn’t really going to change anything. America was a good try, but it became utterly corrupted by ego in less than 200 years. Fascism and Communism even quicker. The ego can, and always will, quickly turn Eden into hell. No systemic upgrade can or will work unless the players THEMSELVES get an upgrade.

So perhaps “they” came up with an audacious plan: take the secret of the sacred mushroom out of the secret lodges and bring it to the masses. “They” would conduct a massive, global, Ego-death ritual! One way or another, everyone on the planet would come face to face with their Id.

Of course, once you eat the mushroom, you realize that “they” are really “you”. It all works out. I'm not exactly sure how "we" plan to get around the infamous "Monsters, John, monsters from the Id!" issue, but I strongly suspect it has something to do with gay porn. Once you take it up the ass, everything else is just a spoonful of sugar.

The Well of Desire

A sexually explicit illustrated Book of Genesis by controversial artist Robert Crumb, which features Bible characters having intercourse, has been condemned by religious groups.

The book, which is released this month, carries the warning "adult supervision recommended for minors", and is described as "scandalous satire" by its publishers. It includes graphic illustrations of Bible characters having sexual intercourse, and other scenes depicting naked men and women as well as "gratuitous" depictions of violence.

A spokesman for the Church of England said: "I haven't seen the book but I think trying to sell something by emphasising the sexual nature of some of the scenes doesn't seem to be a good way to pass on the message of the bible." --the Telegraph

I don't think I could find better Gosporn fodder - the blog that spends much of its time emphasizing just that. Robert Crumb created Fritz the Cat, the notorious X rated graphic novel. Obviously a man with a better understanding of the Torah than most - it's all ABOUT sex and violence!

Speaking of sexual symbolism in the bible, I'll never forget Jeff Fairhall's unique interpretation of Jesus' encounter with the Samaritan woman at the well:

When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, "Will you give me a drink?" (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)

The Samaritan woman said to him, "You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?" (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.)

Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water."

"Sir," the woman said, "you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his flocks and herds?"

Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." --John 4:7-14

Jeff believed that Jesus was a Fly Agaric eating shaman, and in shamanic ritual the entheogenic properties of the mushroom is often transmuted - "turning water into wine" - via an intermediate mechanism/facility. This is done because the mushroom has negative (poisonous) effects on a person who takes it directly. That is why Nordic shamans would eat reindeer meat, because the reindeer would graze on Amanita, absorb the entheogens in their flesh, while the poisons were excreted through the deer's metabolism. Reindeer meat was "pure Amanita". Likewise, early Christians would eat snails that ate the mushroom, rather than eat the mushroom directly.

The human body has the same ability to transform the poison of the Fly Agaric into pure entheogen, through metabolism. The purified extract is available via the urine of a shaman who has eaten the mushroom. His urine had become "living water". Jesus was offering the Samaritan woman the "bong of life", and she completely misunderstood his meaning. In a classic reversal of roles, the Samaritan had become a Jew, who then became a Christian - a people who listen but do not understand.

Remember that an entheogen is simply a mechanism of the Dionysian Mysteries - a catalyst for ego-death. And it is difficult to imagine a more profound strike at the ego than willingly taking the piss out of some high priest's dick. Takes humbling yourself to a whole new level, doesn't it?

The rains have begun again in the Pacific NW, which means the peculiar leopard slug is everywhere. Dionysus and his snails? Here's David Attenborough narrating slug porn. I've personally witnessed this - by the light of a full moon.

Why We Fight

So we've crossed our River Jordan, and already the gay meme is expressing a certain "militance". Dan Savage likens us to Jews in his latest article in the Stranger - My Kinky Normal Life:

The gays, according to [Sally] Kern, had a secret plan to convince the world that homosexuality is a "superior lifestyle." (Somehow Kern got her hands on a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of West Hollywood.)

In the same issue, we get a sort of amazing "defense" of promiscuous gay behavior by Adrian Ryan - My Alleged Night(s) of (Group) Sex, with the unusual (outside of religious fundamentalism) but nonetheless completely true excuse:

So why do we fags risk the risk—the diseases, the trolls? (Wear a condom!) Why face the face-picking meth zombies? Why wrestle the jealousy, the insecurity, the "you are totally a disgraceful whore" stigma? Why, why, WHY?

Because it's what God secretly wants of us, that's why. Because the voices command it. Because yo' mama.

And he's right. It's what we are programmed to do. The robotic clones of God.

Today we walked the dogs around the local school, which is now ours for a few months of summer. We came across a kinda sexy guy on a bike, and Var said, "He looked like Jango Fett".

Water Boarding on the Hudson

These images (via 70.8 percent) of the recovery of the drowned US Airways flight 1546 are strangely calming and hopeful for me. Not by accident is the wounded eagle drowned and then recovered. And I don't mean the "conspiracy", because while that no doubt exists, there is nothing on earth that happens without I Am's complete understanding and even... approval. He's writing the story, and he's written villains and heroes, but every one follows the script sure.

So it makes me wonder... the Media and the Masons (or insert favorite Secret Society) have their interpretations of this event (that they in their hubris believe to be a result of their own dark design), and we synchro bloggers ping off of all that and more besides. But what does it mean... to the Supreme Creative Director?

Why did EVERYONE live? Why are the tugboats Alexandria (the submerged library) Thomas and Virginia involved? Yes, I know... it's all about Obama Wan. But it's not. It's much bigger than that. This is a monumental, rising submarine moment, disguised as a cheap magician's trick.

Something... is UP.

The Bucks Top Here

Ben Fairhall posted this interesting pic of twin white stags at the Daily Behemoth, which has since gone missing. White stags have some kind of English symbolism attached to them (of which I remain oblivious), but to me they're simply beautiful masculine icons.

Here's a pic from the latest gay porn brand: Stag Homme, the child of my golden jockstrapped muse Francesco D'Macho and his latest BF: Damien Crosse (is that possibly the most Hollywood antichrist name ever devised?).

Just so we don't forget what branding means:

We also have a stag at home, because Var brought home the CUTEST stag centerpiece for the dining table last month. It's a terra cotta figurine of some masculine deer-like figure, though by inspection of the underside, it's apparent the deer is a doe, or perhaps a eunuch? Anyway, the stag's name is ALFREDO. Varen is big on names, and thus we have names for various plants around the house, as well as terra cotta figurines. Aelfraed is "elf counsel". He's also Batman's faithful butler.

As luck would have it, we had pasta with ALFREDO SAUCE a few days ago, which gave me pause, but then I dove in with bon gusto!

Red Zeppelin

Imported sparkling water has been heavily discounted at Red Apple supermarket lately, so we've been bringing some home to sample. If you've been reading for a while, you'll know what I mean by the Water of Life, and also how the Red Star is synchromystically entwined with queerness (The Red Star Brewing Co.) So it's interesting to find a product combining (so called) healthy water with the red star - San Pellegrino Sparkling Water:

The town of San Pellegrino in the mountains north of Milan was first made famous by quenching the thirst of Leonardo da Vinci. Today the Fonte Termale, an opulent marbled drinking hall, is a monument to the tradition of "taking the waters."

Blam! Direct sync hit: famous via queer Grand Master Leonardo da Vinci, painter of the Last Supper that depicts John as maybe, possibly being a woman: the Magdalene.

Next up is from Germany: Gerolsteiner brand sparkling water, also sporting a red star, though with eight points.

The closest thing to taking mineral supplements in a naturally-occurring water; Since 1888, a famed health tonic, naturally carbonated.

Not quite as good, but with all those eights buzzing around like bees, fairly star gaty.

And finally Apollinaris: the "Queen of Table Water". No red star, but at least a hovering, red pyramid:

Apollinaris originates in a site which has different layers of rock and volcanic occlusions: the Eifel. This unspoilt landscape allows the water to penetrate into the deepest layers of the earth. Natural carbonic acid collects from the volcanic rock stratum. This facilitates especially the absorbtion of many minerals.

It's kinda gay that water with the same name as a Prefect of Gaul AND a bad ass Roman Legion is called the "Queen of Table Waters". Not such a good sync, but it got me going on an Eifel tangent:

Eifel syncs with both the phallic Eiffel Tower of Paris and the Statue of Liberty Enlightening the World (AKA Isis, Diana) in NYC - gift of France to the USA in 1886 (Alexandre Gustave Eiffel engineered both structures). Considering the role of Paris and monumental hollow gifts in the Trojan War, it might have been a good idea if the US had looked THIS gift horse in the mouth.

And finally, an exceptionally hot pic from a recent Titan Media production: Damien Crosse going right to the source of the water of life, no bottling required. The movie is Men's Room III: Ozark Mtn. Exit 8. The Ark to Oz is a red balloon - or maybe a zeppelin if you want to make haste. A Red Zeppelin. A big, red, fat, juicy zeppelin. Unlike the previous Wizard of Oz, I have a feeling these guys know how it works.

"Let's Build the Dirigible Fleet in Lenin's Name!"

Interestingly, Seattle has The Red Balloon Co. - gay owned and operated since 1980.

The Prophecy

Homoerotic art site Beautiful Mag commissions 'The Prophecy' from Paris-based surrealist Aymeric Giraudel.

Fans of Goro Adachi will note the video was released on Jan. 22.

"The Beast Within" by Madonna

White Gold

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. --Matthew 6:19-20

I was reading a hot muscle growth stroke story called Fred's Odyssey by RdyRoger a while ago - typical plot: mild mannered little guy does a good deed and is gifted with the muscle god bod of his dreams. In this case it was island voodoo magic, and like so many of these tall tales, it's the power of the jizz that transforms a man from geek to Greek God.

Jack opened wide, swallowing Fred's huge cock. That he was able to do so amazed him. He deep throated Fred. Fred shoved his cock deeper, losing control. Fred started spewing a huge load directly into Jack's stomach. ...Jack patted his stomach. "It's just like money in the bank." --Fred's Odyssey

I think that maybe semen (and the sexual ecstasy associated with it) is the currency of heaven. Rivers of it. Every time you cum, you make a little down payment on your grail/stargate/flying car. Grails are the divine Feminine - and they only take one kind of fuel. Here on serpent cult earth, automograils run on "black gold", so of course they run on white gold in heaven.

Give me oil in that lamp. (Art by Glen Hanson)

I figure we all get grails as graduation presents when we finally graduate the Earth Reform School for Gifted Children. I happen to have expensive taste in grails, so it's lucky I've been making steady deposits since I was twelve.

Fill 'er up, Francois!

The Borg of Heaven

I've posted before about the connection between gay porn and the Star Trek universe, and my suspicion that Gene Roddenberry's characterization of the Borg is a Luciferian (ego-derived) vision of the Kingdom of God - see No Beliefs. Googling for 'borg cube heaven', I found a sort of confirmation at Luciferian Liberation Front.

Recently, the Star Trek series has shown the hideous and inhuman prospects of this collective mentality in their portrayal of the cyborgenic collective life form called "The Borg." The Borg have no individual wills or consciousness, they live only to serve the collective just as those in heaven will exist only to serve God. (Rev. 7:15) When we examine what God's intentions must be if all he wants are beings which will praise him ceaselessly with no resistance we discover that his plan is to develop an efficient energy device. The psychic/emotional energy which minds create in states of passion and submission is used by God as nourishment and power.

Passion and submission. Passion AND submission. Hmmm. Just who is passionate about submission? Why DO gay men wear leather harnesses? Women have to be submissive by virtue of their biology, but it takes a real man to submit to another man, and in that submission, we discover a profound truth - that the pleasure from submitting is even better than the pleasure from domination. Why ARE our asses designed that way? An accident of nature? Maybe not.

The writers of Star Trek the Next Generation were being prophetic in their visions of the Borg ship when they portrayed it as a giant cube. The inspiration of the Lightbringer; Lucifer, is manifest in their attempts to show humanity the connection between the amorality of collectivism and the New Jerusalem...

The funny thing is that the Luciferians don't know how "bad" it really is. The Borg/New Jerusalem drones don't just "assimilate" you into the collective, they fuck you into it. Nanoprobes aren't just tiny robots, they're semen - the DNA/manna/water of life of God. Ya gotta be fucked into heaven, and that's what Joel's Army is all about. The recruiting office opens at 11.

NOTES

• The Borg is a collective, much like a bee hive. Every hive has it's Queen, as does every gay bar. The Queen is a King: a symbolic hermaphrodite. Venus (the Morning Star) and Penus. Jesus?
• The promised Land is a "land flowing with milk and honey".
• Precum is called "cock-honey" in lots of gay fiction, and in his latest story, AKA describes a teenage boy's cum as acting like "honey for the bees".
• "O'Mellissokomos" calls himself "the bee keeper", and personally, if I had a dime for every time some queen has called me "Honey", I'd be very rich.
• The great bee colony collapse is in the news this year.

The Wedding Feast

I think I've strayed a bit too far from porn lately, so I want to do penance with this amazing image by Logan Porn Comics. I haven't actually read this entire comic book, but the panels show a captured demon being milked for his seed. Very Sodom & Gomorra...

The trouble with much of gay porn is that our Adamic legacy of sexual shame perverts our same-sex lust into something demonic - aka - sinful. Even "out and proud" artists like Logan echo it.

I believe that this image is actually prophetic - an image of the "wedding feast". Remove the cuffs, and suddenly the demon becomes an angel. Satan, the big tease, is transformed into the Christ, the husband, and the willing fountain of the "water of life". Sexy fucker, ain't he?

NOTES: Logan, like so many savvy graphic novelists, use Illuminati symbolism in his art. Check out the "All Seeing Eye" on his home page. But somethings not right - the capstone is upside down - it's... queer.

The Water of Life

In erotic muscle growth fiction, one of the most popular vehicles authors use to transform guys into big muscle studs is simply the act of eating cum. Sucking cock. A guy sucks the big dick of a transformed man, and then he is transformed - made into the image of the super man.

• The Good Freak
• Uncle Matt's Farm
• The Journal

Sometimes the power to transform stays within the the original super stud, but my favorite stories are when the power travels like a virus from man to man, transforming exponentially. The free gift is available to everyone, but you must be willing to humble yourself in order to receive it. Most of the stories have at least one character who is too proud to submit - at least at first. The eventual humiliation and repentance of this character - his willing acceptance of the gift - that's a classic biblical theme - The Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32) revisualised as gay porn!

Of course, human semen doesn't have the power to literally transform people. It has the power to continue our mortal species, which is a miracle all its own, but it falls a tad short of the author's fantasies. On the other hand... what about the semen of a god?

Egyptian creation myths are many and varied - reflecting the flux of their religious beliefs. One of the most common begins with Nun, the primeval ocean, from which Amen rises in splendour. He takes the name Ra. By an act of masturbation (described as such in the temple texts) he creates the original universe.

In Frank Herbert's Dune, the great sand worms of Arrakis create a substance called "spice melange" - a substance that among other attributes, imparts long life and the ability to see the future, even to "fold space" (warp speed). The native Fremen believe that the actions of the sand worms are the direct actions of God, and so the worms have been given numerous titles such as the Great Maker, the Worm who is God, Old Man of the Desert, Old Father Eternity, and Grandfather of the Desert. Just what IS spice? It might be the semen of the worms.

Manna - literally "What is it?" in Hebrew (AKA "Ambrosia" to the Greeks and "Mfkzt" to the Egyptians) was the food that the Israelites ate while roaming the desert for 40 years. It was a bread-like substance that fell from the sky every night, and was collected every morning.

In the Zohar (written as commentary on the Pentateuch in the 13th century) The "Ancient of Days" (sounds like "Old Father Eternity") is described as if it were a supernatural Manna producing machine - with twin orbs and a penis - and guess from where the Manna flows.

But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. -- John 4:14

The Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life. -- Revelation 22:17

The Samaritan woman said to him, "You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?" (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.) Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water." John 4:9-10

Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your forefathers ate manna and died, but he who feeds on this bread will live forever." -- John 6:57-59

Reading between the lines, I wonder, just what IS the Water of Life? It sounds like the Water of Life is the same thing as Manna - but not just any old Manna - Super Manna! The bread that gives eternal life. In all these erotic stories, the semen has the power to "glorify" a man, to transform him into something far greater than he was before. I think these writers of homoerotic fiction are telling us exactly what the Water of Life really is, and from where it comes.