Rose's Turn

The Divine Miss M playing Mamma Rose - it doesn’t get much better than this. Venus come out of her shell:

Stephen Sondheim’s Gypsy - the 'Great American Musical' - “The ‘King Lear’ of Broadway”.

Pissed-off Crone archetype played by: Ethel Merman (ummm.... merMAN?), Angela Lansbury (the Transformer), Maureen Moore, Rosalind Russell, Bernadette Peters (strangely evoking Madonna’s latest drag), and last but not least - a drag queen (via a Jerusalem drag bar).

Queers love this character. The boys can't help it.

Battle of the Titans

Bill Thuther has been going on lately about a Masonic “spell” being woven and cast this month, something entwined with Orange, Revolution, Oz, Eden, Cain, Christmas/Saturnalia, Benjamin Franklin, Mel Gibson, Johnny Depp and George W. Bush - an irresistible mix. The great Archetypes are being invoked, from the Munchkins of Oz to Saturn himself. Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.

As these things happen, On December 3rd, 16 American intelligence agencies released their report on Iran which emphatically stated that Iran is not endeavoring to achieve nuclear weapons capability, and has not since at least 2003. Which is a massive, lead-weighted “white glove” in the face of the power behind the Bush administration and its endless “War on Terra”. Suddenly, all the wind is taken out of their sails (pitch) - the pirated ship of state ghosting to a halt. Bush is seen as the boy who cried wolf - the emperor with no clothes. This is huge. HUGE. Big pieces on the chessboard are at play.

Xymphora has been going for some time about the War Between Establishments in America, and I am strongly suspecting that this Christmas spell is connected to political events. We can even connect the Hollywood/Broadway writers strike as pawns at play.

“In the Reuters article about the event (the Munchkin Star in Hollywood), it's said that it was made possible because of a petition drive and support from illuminati members Steven Spielberg and George Lucas.” --Thuther Thoughts

The two mightiest Hollywood myth WRITERS. Is the strike another slap in the face of those whom these American Masons see as interlopers? The “money men” who have stolen their wife and muse (Lady Liberty) and her daughter (the USA), and sold her into slavery (the imminent collapse of the Hermetic dollar), even using her mythos as a weapon against them!

This old American establishment has witnessed, in seven short years, the sudden erosion and near total collapse of everything they hold dear (Classic, 20th Century Fox America), and perhaps they have finally decided that enough is enough. They have seen no justice, and are taking the law into their own hands. Johnny Depp, Sweeney Todd and Cain, straight from hell.

This all gets rather complicated, but it’s clear that the Hollywood Masons see themselves and the USA as the New Atlantis - the ‘good guys’. They’re the spiritual descendants of George Washington, Benjamin Franklin and Paul Revere. Nobody loves the American Dream more than they. So perhaps (and just perhaps) we are witnessing a sort of battle - a Wizard War - Gandalf vs. Saruman, the defense of the Emerald City against the Dark Arts.

Running directly after the famous Imagination Land episode/indictment, was The Daily Show with John Stewart. It featured an ersatz global warming clip that exclaimed:

“...and what about the moon - who’s side is it really on!?”

Which is another calling out - who and what does the moon represent?

The Omaha shootings (close, very close to Kansas) are interesting if taken as a Black Lodge reply to the White Lodge's calling out. Perhaps a warning of what they could do if the White Lodge persists. All this black and white, checkerboard symbolism - these symbols represent Masonic reality - and they are acting out on their board.

I’ll root for the White Lodge for obvious reasons, but honestly, do these Hollywood producers really know what they’re up against? The Black Lodge plays to win - no holds barred and no spell too dark. Superman vs. Lex Luthor. We’ll see how Superman does in the “real world”.

Little Greys II

Aferrismoon has contributed some powerful grey characters via comments in the margins Inside the Cosmic Cube:

Oh and GREYHOUND, not including the Lady Jane Grey-Jean Grey Hellfire sizzle. but GREYS = Aliens and the HOUND has to be another DOG which is kinda SIRIUS so the GREYHOUND Bus Co. is the Tardis no one noticed. Why didn't they spell it GRAYHOUND, some form of Imperialist Coach Co.

Jean Grey is from X-Men - the personification of the (unchained) divine feminine/black hole. Can I even begin to grok the political blasphemy of this concept? Probably not.

Lady Jane Grey was the nine days Queen of England - Protestant vs. Catholic, according to the history books.

Greyhounds are the dogs of kings - canine thoroughbreds - which reminds me of horses, bulls, and falcons. All creatures bred by royalty, which is itself a product of selective breeding. Greyhounds are known to be particularly prone to psychotic behavior, which perhaps explains the state of the world.

Be that as it may, Greyhound Lines is a cultural icon - "I was born in the backseat of a Greyhound bus; Rollin’ down Highway 41” --The Allman Brothers Band, Ramblin’ Man, 1973.

Cinderella's Pumpkin in Mosaic

Coaches imply pomp and circumstance, pumpkins and fairy godmothers, as well as steerage class - the “coach” class of modern air travel.

In Star Wars, Episode II, a desperate Padme Amidala is reduced to taking a greyhound bus of the skies back to her home world. Padme is Diana, and if we remember, Diana (Cinderella) became our Queen of Hearts via a magical coach ride - her wedding day. Diana married the Sun King, who traverses the skies in his chariot (coach, ship).

But in the margins of all the above grandeur, homo sexual connection is rampant in the plane/train/bus/automobile iconography - Senator Larry Craig being only the latest example. From the “mile high club” to an 18 wheeler to the backseat of a bus, there’s something about transportation that is inherently erotic and delightfully sleazy. As if sin and virtue play by different rules on the road - whether the pavement of Route 66 or the yellow bricks of Oz.

Dreams of Future Past

Part I

I was aboard the star ship Enterprise, in the corridors of the vessel. The ship didn't actually resemble the Enterprise, but it was she, I can assure you. Dreams are funny that way.

The ship was under alien attack. I observed events as if via a remote-controlled camera on a dolly - detached but present - a Watcher. The battle was intense, and the corridor walls of the vessel would glow bright white from the energy beam attack, and then dissolve away. The crew (with whom I identified) was losing the battle, and the aliens had boarded, and I could see them moving in the corridors.

Then, I became aware of being present in my body. Suddenly, I felt a sense of dread, and it was known that the alien commander was aboard. He was called "Being" and I never saw him, but I knew that he was just up ahead - in the bridge. And then I heard him say "Hello" to me (telepathically), as if he knew everything about me - and that wasn't a good thing. My sense of anxiety spiked, and then I woke up.

I tossed and turned for a long time, and I was afraid to go back to sleep, because I felt I would meet him again. I finally gave myself a pep talk (It's only a fuckin' dream!) and drifted back to sleep - maybe an hour later.

Part II

This time I was in the lobby of an elaborate old movie house of neo-classic style. It was amazingly vivid - carved wooden columns and arches, red velvet and chandeliers. I moved through the silent hallways of the movie house (it was totally empty) like a camera on a dolly - present, but again - not in my body. I felt wary but very calm, the anxiety had not returned. The detailed clarity of the "movie" was remarkable. Definitely HDTV.

A figure approached me from behind, I turned to face him, and I was in my body. I saw a man dressed in a style to fit the theatre - the 1920's? He wore a red satin vest - an usher? The proprietor? Whoever he was, he wasn't exactly human. Not a freakin' alien, but all the proportions were just a bit off. He appeared about 5'-6" tall, medium build. His skin was sallow, with a look of ill health, and though he was beardless, he was very, very old. Ancient. His eyes were yellow and black, and there was no warmth in them.

I said, "It's you" (meaning Satan, the adversary) and he confirmed my statement with the expression in his eyes. He said, "Its the neck" and his head suddenly morphed into a monster - a half snake thing and his mouth yawned wide (as only a snake can) to reveal hundreds of needle sharp fangs, and the mouth lunged for my throat. Immediately I shouted, "No!" and the creature fled as if it was sucked down a trans-dimensional drain. I felt no fear at all. It was a strange combo of horror movie and silent zen tranquility.

Part III

Then I woke up. It was morning, and golden sunlight beamed on the white comforter, even the air was beautiful and golden. I was in bed with my lover, and I was telling him about my dreams. He was lying on his back, and I was straddling him, sitting facing him. He was absolutely beautiful - skin like milk, black hair, perfect body, gorgeous... everything. He didn't actually look like V, but it was he, I can assure you. Dreams are funny that way.

I was feeling great warmth and affection for him. Then while I watched, his head transformed into the snake monster. I wasn't afraid, and my affection for him remained constant. I touched the head gently but firmly on the center of the forehead, and immediately the snake monster vanished and my lover's head returned, and then he spontaneously ejaculated. --Dream 4/08/06

I've long pondered this dream, because it was by far the most vivid I've ever experienced, and because the memory lingers, it hasn't faded like so many dreams do. I appreciate how it was a tale told in three parts, that it had "dream within a dream" elements, and how it began in battle, defeat and fear, but ended in bed, victory, and orgasm. Happy endings are always nice.

I've shared this dream with a few others before you, and one of the comments was concerning the timing of the three "acts". The first dream set in the future, the second in the past, and the last in the present. Yet after The Quest articles, and the revelation that we may be fallen angels from the War of Heaven, then it makes more sense that the dream acts were performed in chronological sequence. Which to me is a fabulous thing - to consider that Star Trek isn't a vision of the future, but a memory of Ages past.

Drawing Breath

I've fallen in love with these drawings by Angel de Castro. It's as if young Leonardo Da Vinci took notes during his 'Summer of Love' tour through California, and between orgasms, he got the Laguna Beach boys to pose for his sketch book.

"Castro" is from the verb "castrar" - to castrate. Which makes perfect sense, considering it is the San Francisco neighborhood of born again eunuchs.

Little Grey Cells

HTML and CSS use hexadecimal notation (hex triplets) to specify colors on web pages. The absence of color is black: 000. All colors together are white: FFF. Midway (the cross) between black and white is grey: 666. Hmmmm.

Alien Greys. Gandalf the Grey. The Moon Temple atop the Tower of Babel:

The actual Ziggurat pyramid of the Tower is just a base for the temple which sat on top. The layers of the ziggurat were painted according to the planet they represented. (Seven layers for the seven luminaries/planets) The foundation layer was painted black for Saturn, and the temple on the top of the ziggurat was painted gray; it was a temple to the Moon god, Nanna. -- The Stygian Port

The Grey Album:

DJ Danger Mouse remixed the vocals from Jay-Z's The Black Album and the Beatles' White Album and called his creation The Grey Album.

Earl Grey Tea:

The Earl Grey blend is named after the 2nd Earl Grey, British Prime Minister in the 1830s, who reputedly received a gift, probably a diplomatic perquisite, of tea flavoured with bergamot (orange) oil.

The tea proved so popular in the Prime Minister's drawing room that his tea merchants, Twinings (more twins) in the Strand, were given a sample and asked to come up with a close match. Twinings sold the first "Earl Grey's tea" in the British market.

Jacksons of Piccadilly claim that it was they who originated Earl Grey's Tea, Lord Grey having given the recipe to Robert Jackson & Co. partner George Charlton in 1830; according to Jacksons the original recipe has been in constant production and has never left their hands. This rivalry between the two brands continues despite both being owned by the same parent company today.

Like the Catholic Church and Freemasonry brands?

Fictional characters who prefer Earl Grey tea include Jean-Luc Picard of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Bruce Wayne in the comic book series Batman, Dr. Eleanor Ann "Ellie" Arroway in Contact, James Bond, Frasier Crane of Frasier, Artemis Fowl of the Eoin Colfer books, Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard of NCIS, Piglet, Sir Leigh Teabing from The Da Vinci Code, Trent from Kim Harrison's Dead Witch Walking. Mario Santos, from Los Simuladores, always drinks Earl Grey tea.

That's quite a list.