That Goy Gay Guy

I'm reading The Wandering Who, a Study of Jewish Identity Politics, by Gilad Aztmon. It's biting commentary on tribal thinking, marginal bias, and internalized ideas of racial exceptionalism. He frequently references Gay Lib as an analogy for Zionism and I can't disagree - some of the parallels are obvious - except that queers ran through the process in a bit over 40 years, not several millennia.

Gay with a capital G tribal identity was born 6/28/69 - the Stonewall Riots in Greenwich Village, NYC, and 43 years later, same-sex couples can legally marry in the State of Washington as of 12/6/12. We, the formerly marginalized, now openly host talk shows on TV, run corporations, enlist in the army, join churches and even get married within them. We're at that point of cultural assimilation where pretty soon there won't be any need for gay bars, rainbow flags or pride parades, except as quaint reminders of a culture that grew up in the margins of a formerly homophobic society. It's a stunning turn around, and it all happened during my lifetime.

On one hand I'll miss the camaraderie. There is a secret delight in secret bars, signals and codes that are only known to "insiders". There is also a certain clarity that comes with a marginalized existence, a right of cultural criticism that is earned only once you step outside the boundaries of Normal.

On the other hand, I won't miss the religious demonizing, shunning, slurring, bashing, teen suicides and all the rest.

Unlike the Jews, the Gays don't have a particular religion attached, unless you consider cock sucking to be a religion, which I sorta do. However we haven't made some crazy cult out of it, and even if we did, we'd only be echoing certain orgiastic "Dionysian" fertility cults that go back a long way before Abraham was ever born. If anything, the gay "religion" is a return to the Id, an acceptance and even celebration of a side of human consciousness that seemed nearly DOA at birth, but instead grew and flourished, even through hardships that would have challenged even Moses. I suppose the only truly exceptional "quality" you can pin on gay men is our horniness.

Like Judaism, you don't have to be born gay to be "gay", and I've met plenty of straight folks who are much gayer than I. Likewise, it is now fine to be a gay prude, in fact, you can now be a gay anything, including a gay Jew. Embracing the Id tends to make us feel happy and fulfilled (when not stymied by cultural taboos), so in a while, the word gay may evolve back into its original meaning.

lighthearted and carefree : Nan had a gay disposition and a very pretty face.
characterized by cheerfulness or pleasure : we had a gay old time.

I like how the meaning of gay is similar to Jovial, related to Jove or Jupiter. The dawning of the Age of Aquarius is the re-acceptance of the Id - our inner "gay".

Currently gay may also means "stupid" or "lame", yet another cosmic joke, because Hephaestus or Vulcan was the "lame god", who was rescued by Dionysus and returned to Mt. Olympus.

Happy and gay is he who lives in harmony with his own Id.

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NOTES:

Legal Gay marriage AND legal Mary Jane, all on the same day. If that's not the Promised Land, it's pretty damn close.

Apparently Goy Gay is not my own clever idea.

Hexagon Time Lords

The Hexagon is a six-sided polygon.

A hexagon sits over the north pole of Saturn - identifying the shape with Cronos, or time.

The snowflake is a frozen time-drop of water that always conforms to a hexagonal pattern.

Time is an illusion created by the movement of ego consciousness from one frozen time-block experience to another.

The light of the movie projector is a metaphor for ego consciousness, creating the illusion of time.

Cinema - Iceman

Time travel is frozen time-block travel: the frozen Delorean.

The timepiece on the left is made from Delorean skin.

Saturn is the grim reaper. But can we beat the clock?

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The Star of David forms a hexagon within.

The Star of Life forms a hexagon when the points are connected. The healing Rod of Asclepius resides within.

Jacob Mott draws the Big Watch Boiz. Note the healing rod. A Pop Sickle.

Unnatural Selection

Finished Kraken on the great alignment of 12/3/12. Even though it's set in an alternate magicked London, the theme of apocalypse is the driver, and the antagonists are the Evolutionists vs. the Creationists. Not so different from our "real life" world, really. The trial of the century, the State of Tennessee vs. Scopes. We thought it was over, but it can never be over, as long as that book is around.

Things have gotten overly syncy lately - all my favorite symbols are acting up. In Kraken, Billy the Evolutionist who works at Darwin Center, finds sanctuary in the London embassy of the Sea. The Lonely Gay had his day in court last week, and I recalled how Julian Assange found asylum in the Ecuador embassy in London.

Ecuador includes the Galápagos Islands.

The islands are geologically young and famed for their vast number of endemic species, which were studied by Charles Darwin during the voyage of the Beagle. His observations and collections contributed to the inception of Darwin's theory of evolution by natural selection.

Var and I took a big load of household trash to the dump on Alignment Day. We waited inline with our rented U-haul pickup for the next available slot, and as soon as we pulled up, a big black truck with Spartan Concrete left, so we took the Spartan's place. Get that ball into the End Zone.

SJSU - Jesus!

Our own refuse included the remnants of a plywood pyramid that I had made, back when I was trying to build a home-made time machine in the garage. The sides of the pyramid are equilateral triangles, and Var laid them into the pickup truck so they overlapped like a Star of David. I'm not sure what we were carrying in the back of our truck, was it the Torah, or British Israelism, or Christianity or what, but whatever it was, it was an old pyramid scheme and we had no use for it anymore. So into the Great Recycler it went.

I only mention British Israelism because that was the day the Royals announced their latest spawn, and we all know they think they are the blood decedents of Jesus. And Israel is in the news again, killing more Arabs.

The Star of David is the symbol of Jehovah - God to some, Demiurge to others - the deity of the Middle East. The Spartans are Greeks, the cunning victors in the Trojan War. Talk about a clash of Titans!

A usual, I have no idea what to make of these unusually overt symbols.

More Kraken Musing

Continuing on Kraken, by China Miéville:

China Miéville imagines a wizard who, unable to defeat death, manages to cheat. Grisomentum burns himself on a funeral pyre, has his ashes gathered by a devotee, who then combined the ash with water and gum arabic. The devotee then picks up the ink of his master in a fountain pen, and writes out his thoughts, orders, commands... on paper. Grisomentum lives on in the ink, he has BECOME the ink.

It's important to look away from the page as the devotee scrawls his pen across the paper. It's curious because I have a friend who's father was a missionary, and he once asked his dad how he thought the bible was actually written, and this devout Southern Baptist pastor described a process we might easily call "automatic writing".

"In the beginning was the Word"

I'm enjoying the idea that Abraham/Jehovah was just such a magician. He attaches himself to any war-mongering race with "chosen people" aspirations in order to spread his holy book, the more copies, the more likely he would be to succeed. The Gideon's must be his most noble of knights, as well as the Jews and of course the Mohammedans, who forbid the destruction of the Koran as a mortal sin.

It would be clever to foster three religions that all include your basic book as holy writ, and yet all feel they are in direct competition. Sort of encourages printing. If God is a book, I wonder what it would take to remove Jehovah/Allah from the world? One hell of a bonfire...

Curiously, I accidentally drowned my Kraken library book this week, carrying it in my bag that was in the roof rack, driving through a pouring rain. Instead of a book burning, I had a book drowning.

This syncs with a number of strange submarine or subconscious syncs of the past week. As if there were a blurring between consciousness and the subconscious going on. For instance, I was creating an illustration of a yacht just before Thanksgiving, but for some reason I forgot to include the waterline stripe. This stripe symbolically divides the above from below, the light from the shadow. If the stripe is gone, then what is now separating these two worlds?

Exactly. The barrier is down. Make a run for it.

Some Like It Hot

I’m reading Kraken, by China Miéville. One of my favorite novels, I think. All about an occult London underground of wizard unions and scabs, witch gangs, squid worshipping fundamentalists, sync cops, angels of memory, familiars on strike, and an Architeuthis specimen that goes missing from the London Natural History Museum, which just might cause the End of the World - by fire.

One character is a powerful wizard named Grisamentum, and when I read that word I couldn’t help but think of Grissom - Gus Grissom - the astronaut who died by fire inside the Apollo 1 space capsule on 1/27/67, and fathered the NASA moon hoax meme.

“Every knacker in London did some work for him at some point or other. And it was you behind that spectacular send-off. The funeral. Great fire. The cremation.” ~Kraken

That Firebird

Grisamentum, having an incurable blood disease, arranged his own funeral, by fire. A professor of pyrotechnics, name of Cole, did the job. As it turns out, Cole was married to a Djinn, which in Kraken, is associated with the element of fire (and yes, it's a pun).

Which brings us to Larry Hagman, recently deceased. In fact, he died on November 23, the same day JFK died, after being shot in Dallas on the 22nd. “Who shot J.R.?” was the famous line from the Dallas TV series, starring Larry Hagman, or as I like to call him, the hanged man.

The thing about Larry is that he played astronaut Tony Nelson, who married a Djinn in I Dream of Jeannie. Fortunately, we never saw the offspring of such a marriage in the TV series, but it makes me wonder...

Magically Delicious

“This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” Luke 22:19

I discovered a new vegetable today. It's a perfect fucking fractal.

Romanesco broccoli - Brassica oleracea - resembles a cauliflower, but the inflorescence (the bud) has an approximate self-similar character, with the branched meristems making a logarithmic spiral. In this sense the broccoli's shape approximates a natural fractal; each bud is composed of a series of smaller buds, all arranged in yet another logarithmic spiral. This self-similar pattern continues at several smaller levels.

Var said, "Brassica are like the Jesus veggie". Wait... what? What if the Eucharist is a vegetable?

Cruciferous vegetables are vegetables of the family Brassicaceae (also called Cruciferae). These vegetables are widely cultivated, with many genera, species, and cultivars being raised for food production such as cauliflower, cabbage, cress, bok choy, broccoli and similar green leaf vegetables. The family takes its alternate name (Cruciferae, New Latin for "cross-bearing") from the shape of their flowers, whose four petals resemble a cross.

I know that many say the Eucharist is a mushroom, and right said Fred, but I'm amazed by the geometry this little green vegetable is showing off. The most common member of the Brassica or Cruciferae family is broccoli, and if this humble vegetable family is indeed the Eucharist, it makes perfect sense that George H. W. Bush famously declared that he hated broccoli - Satan can't stand it.

This quite naturally leads to the James Bond film franchise, started by Albert "Cubby" Broccoli. But since I haven't seen the latest offering, I'll need to save all that for next week.

'Til then, eat your greens!

NOTE: This post is definitely inspired by "the bud" of a green recently made legal in my state.