Revelation of the Method

I haven’t had a lot of time to read the news, watch cool vids or keep up on the latest Hollywood trash/sync goldmine. Life has gotten pretty busy and I’m really happy about that, actually. The thing I’ve noticed is that the syncs don’t stop, they simply act out in “real life”, same as in the movies. I have my various Isis, Osiris, Set and Horus resonators, they keep popping up, over and over.

And when I say these names of the old Gods, I don’t really mean THEM, I mean what they represent - the archetypes. And when I say archetype, what I really mean is something that lives within my own psyche - a creature of my own imagination or subconscious. What is curious is that we all seem to share the same archetypes, hence my growing belief in a collective “hive mind” - call it what you will.

This Mind isn’t just a collective of egoic consciousness, though it is that as well. It actually has the ability to morph reality, change things, make shit happen. It does it all the time but apparently it’s sort of shy or something, and it doesn’t really want to be noticed. In my life it’s always doing the craziest shit, but I had to learn its language first, before I could really get what was going on. The language is that of symbols - religious, mostly. Numbers, geometry, sigils, gods and heroes, all that. It’s like the Esperanto of the subconscious, or something.

Speaking of Esperanto, there has been only one movie ever filmed in Esperanto, and guess who it starred? Hint: his communicator features a "universal translator".



Besides learning the dialect, the other thing is to listen. Sync is the art of listening to this Mind. It speaks via repetition of symbols. “Listening”, is simply noticing the pattern of the moment. Are we seeing a lot of 77’s lately? Or maybe the color red is resonating. Or maybe we recognize ourselves, or those around us, acting out a particular archetypal narrative. this layering of syncs can get fairly intense at times, with all aspects playing a sort of symbolic symphony of meaning. My humble ego is not really able to grasp the entirety of the Word, so to speak, but I do have my moments.

Honestly, I think this Mind is asserting itself right now. We egos have quite obviously fucked everything up. Again.

And as it was in the days of Noe, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man. ~Luke 17:26

There’s a huge amount of shit to deal with when you consider that maybe your ego isn’t the king of the universe like you thought. Am I merely an Id robot? A puppet of a higher consciousness? Is there any free will at all? I don’t know any of the answers, but I’m very open. In a way, I’m relieved that my ego isn’t in control after all, petty tyrant that it is. These days, I think of my egoic self as on a roller coaster that has its ups and downs traveling along the tracks of destiny. I don’t really have much choice about what goes by me under the wheels of time. But a saying keeps going through my head:

Carpe Diem - Seize the Day. “Stop Time” in other words.

The Howling

Oliver awoke this morning with a long, mournful howl... he was dreaming. That was the first time I think he ever did that - wake up howling, not dreaming. He's always dreaming.

How you have fallen from the heavens! Howl, son of the dawn! You are hacked down to the earth, defeater of all nations. ~Isaiah 14:12

This famous verse of Isaiah is generally considered to refer to the downfall of the King of Tyre, though some say the King of Babylon. Burning Taper.

The sea king at whose command Tyre was built was Hiram of Tyre, most well-known for his role in building the Temple of Solomon. ~Hiram, King of Tyre

In any case, since the U.S.A is the Masonic New Atlantis (the sea kings), that would symbolically make our president related to the King of Tyre. Even if it meant Babylon, ever since George W. Bush became “King of Babylon”, our president can wear that crown too. Tyre, Babylon, tomatoes, tomaatoes.

Alan at The Happy Creatures was noting more KK and antichrist symbolism running around this month, and somehow manages to sync in Angry Birds, who stand in so nicely for the OWS movement, or as I like to say, the Owls. So of course, homoerotic artist Patrick Fillion tumbles in today with an angry owl.

It’s funny because we have a slow leak in one of the VW tires that we’ve been nursing for weeks because new tires aren’t in the budget quit yet. The King of Tires is in Dallas, TX. No doubt he drives a Lincoln.

The Divine Miss Neith

Last week, I realized I wanted (needed) to get in touch with Mary, the Divine Fem. That’s also Bette Midler, the Divine Miss M. Bette got her start playing gay bath houses in NYC, FYI. So I put on “The Rose” and did my best to grok the fullness. I felt so freakin’ Catholic it wasn’t even funny.



Even made Oprah cry.

It started when I was watching LOTR - Two Towers. The hobbits are chased into the murky woods by a hungry orc, and they are saved when Pippin yells “Merry!”, which awakens Treebeard, who squashes the orc. So... I am Pippin, chases by orcs (egoic demons) and I call on Mary, or the Divine Miss Fem: Isis, Ishtar. Gaia. Somehow, she awakens the ancient phallic tree that saves the Shire. Or something like that.

Anyway, it just seemed important to pray to her, OK? After all, it was “Isis” who had the bucks to save Oliver.

“She’s rich.” ~Luke Skywalker, A New Hope

Santa María Madre de Dios! Today is the 17th (Osiris, KK day) I’m wandering the Kirkland library and I pick up a sailing mag called Classic Boat, a nice publication from the UK. It’s their Special American Edition, so they are featuring a lot of classic yachts from across the pond. One is named Neith. The 100 year old yacht even features an idol of her, in the main cabin. Oddly enough, Neith has been brought back from the dead many times, being an extremely lucky vessel.

In Egyptian mythology, Neith (also known as Nit, Net, and Neit) was an early goddess in the Egyptian pantheon. Neith was a goddess of war and of hunting and had as her symbol, two crossed arrows over a shield. Her symbol also identified the city of Sais. Her name also may be interpreted as meaning water. In time, this led to her being considered as the personification of the primordial waters of creation. She is identified as a great mother goddess in this role as a creator.

Neith is called the Virgin Mother of Ra, Isis is the sister/wife of Osiris and the Mother of Horus, Mary is the Mother of Jesus, Jesus is our own-personal-sun god, “mar” is the root of marine (aka classic boats). I took it as a sign.

Sometimes Neith was pictured as a woman nursing a baby crocodile, and she was titled "Nurse of Crocodiles". As the personification of the concept of the primordial waters of creation in the Ogdoad theology, she had no gender. As mother of Ra, she was sometimes described as the "Great Cow who gave birth to Ra". Neith was considered to be a goddess of wisdom and was appealed to as an arbiter in the dispute between Horus and Seth.

Flipping a few more pages, I see they have a story about a newly restored yacht called St. Patrick. The Patron Saint of Ireland converted the Irish from worship of a previous mother deity to Mary. Of course, St. Patrick’s day is 3/17, which is the mythical date of Osiris’ death, who is the husband/brother of Isis. And the Irish have luck, or so they say.

Treebeard is also known as the Green Man, which is another name for Osiris.

In a way, Neith has helped me to turn back time, to see the Goddess in all her guises. I may not have stripped her bare, but honestly, I don’t want to. To me, she will remain a holy virgin.

I am the things that are, that will be, and that have been. No one has ever laid open the garment by which I am concealed. The fruit which I brought forth was the sun.

Wow! Who woulda thunk everything could be contained within the pages of the November Classic Boat?

A Blind Date With Destiny

Hey Gospornographers, long time, no see. It’s not that I haven’t been busy with syncs, I’d say overly busy, and I just haven’t grasped an overlying theme from which to tie it all together, so the syncs float like logs, waiting to be made into a raft. So on with it, if there is no coherent narrative, at least these are the sticks from which one is to be made.

1. The #OWS movement. Or OWLS, as I like to read. Apparently, graphic novelist Alan Moore has written a sort of script for this time, spanning his various works from V for Vendetta to the Watchmen.

2. The Marines. Yes, the defenders of the Union, but more than that, the army of Mary, Isis, the Devine Feminine. The assholes for good.

3. Robin Hood. The noble thief, bows and arrows, wearing of the green. Prince of Baghdad, Han Solo, Dukes of Hazzard, rebels.

4. The Trident, or weapon of Shiva/Neptune. The Nautilus, Captain Nemo, Noone, Kahn, Iron Giant. The one who can wield it is the one who can aim it at himself. The true Lion King has no pride.

5. Captain America. Not so much as the defender of America, but the American Dream. Whatever that is. Spirit of 76. Ghosts from the past, especially WWII.

6. Cranes. Yes, cranes, as in wading birds: storks, flamingos, herons, the deliverers of babies. Also giant lifting devices as found in shipyards. Tractor beams.

7. Silver. Wealth, not necessarily physical. Mercury, messenger.

8.‘The death of Paris’ as the opening act. This is part of a dream I had about Lieutenant Paris (from Star Trek Voyager) falling to his death off of a high bridge. This syncs with the Marines, because of Parris Island. Trojan War, etc.

9. Imminent travel. A voyage, passport, proper currency. The VW Camper Van. Marinara sauce.

10. The Blind Date. A date with destiny? A cosmic version of the Dating Game.

11. Time Travel. Marty McFly to Billy Pilgrim. Time's up. "As if there was no tomorrow".

12. Rebirth. The Phoenix, Horus, Eagle, Thunderbird, Jesus.

Steve vs. Billy

I'd just finished reading Slaughterhouse Five when Steve Jobs died, and the contrast between the Apple CEO and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim could not have been more pronounced.

"Here's to the Crazy Ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world - are the ones who DO!" ~ Apple Computer

VS:

Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, present, and the future. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five, pg. 77

Steve Jobs was perhaps the most ego-driven man on the planet, certainly the most successful. Like Midas, everything he touched turn to gold. Driven by a fear of not accomplishing anything of note before he died, Steve rather over-shot his goal, changing everything.

Billy Pilgrim, on the other hand, is perhaps the most ego-less character ever invented, seemingly pulled this way and that by fate, with no hands on the wheel whatsoever. Despised by his peers, always playing a hopeless fool, Billy doesn’t even seem to try. He has a secret reason for not trying though; he is a time traveler, and he knows every moment in time has already happened, even the ones in the future.

“It means your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you. ~Dr. Emmet Brown

Pilgrim might not agree. Free Will vs. Pre-destination, ego vs. Id, the eternal debate goes on.

In this world, there are very few of us who achieve our egoic dreams. Those who do probably think we losers just didn’t try hard enough, didn’t want it badly enough. Steve’s ego dreams were better than most, he was smarter than most. He realized he could get what he wanted by giving everyone else what they wanted, or at least a 99¢ song about it.

But now Steve’s dead, and you can’t take it with you. Though maybe you can leave it behind. Steve’s parting gift is the iPhone 4S, a little critter gifted with the first mass-market Artificial Intelligence - Siri.

Siri (Iris, the “illuminated eye phone”) is connected to all his other selves via the iCloud, a central database accessible through a wireless network. The iCloud goes “live” on October 12, 2011. It sounds pretty fabulous, what could possibly go wrong?

NOTES:

The first Apple computer went on sale for $666.66

In Occupy Wall St., we're all demanding jobs.

He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive an Apple ID on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell in the app store unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name. This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666.

The Apple of Discord.

This page written on a Mac.

Justice is Coming

It would be cool if the Occupation of the Right Bank wore little smiley face buttons. I can't be in NYC right now to hang with my comrades, but I'm there in spirit. And a graphic.