The Year of Healing

With all the rumors of government conspiracy and god only knows what else, I thought it might be a good idea to focus on who really calls the shots in Washington DC and just about everywhere else:

The Almighty

The Man: He's not much, just looking at him, really just a paper tiger, but everything from birth to death to taxes is valued in dollars - the global fiat currency. He's the machinery behind every transaction from a street corner meth deal to the Wall St. loan shark bankers. And it all goes round and around thanks to a little scrap of paper encoded with the most magically powerful of symbols.

Much sync treasure has been mined from the symbols printed on the dollar, perhaps the most successful magical working - ever. A lot of magic is the art of imparting archetypal power to a physical object, and with the pyramid, all seeing eye, phoenix and all the rest, we can see quite a few of those archetypes inked onto the dollar bill.

The reason the dollar is green is that according to meta-accountants, every dollar bill loaned out is fertile seed, like a green bud of potential profit cast out to the winds. The "good seed" will return to the banker, with interest attached. How Pharaoh Osiris.

The $ sign is an S over a vertical bar: the serpent and staff of Asclepius, the divine physician. Also the brazen serpent of Moses.

Asclepius is the Greek god of health and healing. He is the son of Apollo, the Greek sun-god. His mother died when he was still in her womb and he cried out when her body was placed on the funeral pyre. Apollo cut the womb and pulled the unborn child out and declared that this son of his, Asclepius, would be responsible for the human fight against disease and death.

There is a more than a little irony between this ancient symbol of healing and the unfortunate truth that the dollar is the single most likely culprit behind global warming, deforestation, species extinction and war. Every detective always says, "follow the money".



One myth says Zeus killed Asclepius with a thunderbolt because he raised Hippolytus from the dead and accepted gold for it. What a curious thing, this power of healing connected to the power of money. These days, every physician and pharmaceutical company accepts gold, and plenty of it, for their healing powers. I wonder, is Asclepius still paying for his sin?

Anyway, it's got me to wondering. If Asclepius (hissing sounds, anyone?), the snake on a staff, is the god of healing (and more than that, the god of creative potential energy), and yet his symbol is associated magically with the Gaia destroying power of the American dollar, then something is seriously out of whack. It's almost as if Asclepius is held in some kind of bondage, that makes him work his powers of healing for the dollar bill, and the dollar bill, only.

I found inspiration in the American eagle - really a phoenix. I was driving by a strip mall last weekend and saw "Phoenix Games", with the flaming bird on the window. Can I release Asclepius from his bondage by another magical act - a ritual burning? Can I purify his symbol, by renouncing my claim check?

Releasing Asclepius from bondage

Today, I discovered 2013 is the Chinese year of the snake. I know it sounds presumptuous, but I declare 2013 the year of Asclepius, the year of healing.

Red Dawn Time Machine

I guess everything has already been written about the Sandy Hook shootings, and I don't really want to get into the nitty gritty except that it feels like 911 to me, only more compressed. Conspiracy, black ops, false flag, mind control, photoshopped news, prior knowledge, a sense of dark foreboding.

As followers of Loren Coleman's blog will know, all this mayhem began precisely on July 20, 2012 at a midnight premiere of The Dark Knight Rises in Aurora, CO, which Loren dubbed a Red Dawn event, since Colorado = red, and Aurora = goddess of the dawn.

The film Red Dawn was about an alien invasion of the USA, foiled by gun-toting, NRA-card-carrying Americans, the same Americans who are "up in arms" about gun-control legislation made suddenly politically possible by the Sandy Hook shootings.

Even Google and The United Way have been brought into it, due to this intriguing google search result:

United Way Finally Admits That They Do Not Possess A Time Machine

Daily Caller report eventually reveals that they obtained an email sent by a Google engineer to a "public relations firm contracted by the United Way" in which the engineer flat out says, "This is a technical glitch on our end."

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Glitch in the matrix: Def 1. From the 1999 film The Matrix: Referring to a human experiencing déjà vu as caused by the Machines altering the Matrix.

Ex 1. Neo identified a glitch in the matrix when he saw the same black cat walk past the door twice.

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We note that it is a black cat who gives Batman the warning in Dark Knight Rises:

I saw another time traveling black cat a few weeks ago, via the Star Trek episode: Assignment: Earth, which featured Gary Seven and his black cat companion, Isis. The same black cat?

Another sync oddity is that red haired Little Orphan Annie's dog is named Sandy. Annie's benefactor is Daddy Warbucks, another euphemism for the Military Industrial Complex. Annie's theme song is "Tomorrow", as in... "the sun'll come out, tomorrow". Which qualifies as a statement of faith, considering it's always darkest before the dawn.

Curiously, Red Dawn and time machines were conjoined in Hot Tub Time Machine, where 21st century losers are transported back in time to an '80's Colorado ski resort, and mistaken for Communist invaders due to their "futuristic" hardware - their iPhones.

Hot Tub Time Machine is sync weirdness on many levels, perhaps the most interesting is the illegal "Chernobly" Energy Drink that causes, or at least enables, the whole time travel thing in the first place. Chernobyl, famous for being the 80's manifestation of the sync apocalypse, since Chernobyl = Wormwood, that great "comet" that causes a third of the waters to turn bitter, or poisoned.

Lightning bolt of Zeus, penetrates the frozen time block hexagram.

And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter. ~Revelation 8:10-11

Wormwood is also the key ingredient of absinthe. Entheogens are often labeled "poisonous" by those who would shy us away from them, and of course, the band playing the Colorado ski resort Winterfest is... Poison.

80's Hair Metal Androgene

The other curious sync is that Chevy Chase plays the mysterious hot tub repairman, or Father Time/Saturn. Chevy is a comedian, or joker, and let us not forget the strange affinity of the Joker character to both Batman and to murder. Saturn, the god of time, carries a scythe as his symbolic weapon - he is known as the grim reaper.

In HTTM, Chevy tells us that it would behoove us to get the hot tub working again, and he more or less admits that the "illegal" chemicals in Chernobly are the key.

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So basically, we have the entheogen religion theory conquering frozen time block experience. I wonder.... did Steve Pink and Josh Heald intentionally and willfully create a film so rich in "between the lines" mythology? Why bother, for such an obviously insipid teen flick that almost nobody watched? I'm almost 100% convinced that Steve and Josh had no idea they were outlining the recipe for time travel:

entheogen + vodka +  busting a nut

On the other hand, they might be Time Lords.

Lollipop Guild On Strike

I love the reporting at Loren Coleman's blog, Twilight Language - apparently we're under attack by Leprechauns, Oompa Loompas and Smurfs. Note that these are all "little people". I've mused before that all these "little people" represent various subconscious trade unions of sorts... the Lollipop Guild and the Lullaby League, to name a few.

They are Terrence McKenna's "machine elves", which I've written (see The Elf King) are probably our cellular consciousness - the collective mind living just beneath our skins. Conditions are getting pretty tough down in the salt mines, I guess.

I think it's interesting how the little cells, trying to get the attention of the giant ego, are in much the same position as the little people of the 99% and Occupy Wall St., trying to get the attention of banks "too big to fail".

Good luck with that, my little friends, but given the ego's fortress-like walls, might I suggest that it may be time to throw a spanner into the works.

Santa, The Time Lord

Santa is a Hexagon Time Lord. He lives at the North Pole, where it's all ice and snow, and where time has no meaning. The sun never rises or sets, no way to mark the passing of days.

Santa travels the frozen dimensions of space-time in his sled. A sled functions by the friction of ice under the runners, melting the snow to create a slick film that permits effortless gliding. This may be the real secret of the 33rd degree Freemason. See Tom Slick.



I've long been fascinated by ice yachts - wind powered sleds. every sailboat, whether it sails over solid or liquid water, operates by harnessing opposing force vectors. It is an elegant mode of travel that requires no heat, combustion, or smashing of atoms.

Winner Gets Time Control

Harnessing the twins

Santa is guided by Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer (his penis, or Eros) but his motivational energy comes from giving gifts. Or rather, both gifts and coal - he knows if you've been naughty or nice. It would appear that Santa's sled is powered by harnessing the twin pillars of duality - good and evil, mercy and wrath.

I imagine Santa harnessing the powers of both good and evil within, thus propelling his consciousness through the various and limitless dimensions of possibility. Apparently, the only way to fly is to give it all away.

Fortunately, my pillar of selfishness is extremely well developed. One can only imagine the time warp created by giving the most meager of gifts.

Merry Christmas, all. And let us not forget that space-time sledding is a sport to be enjoyed all year long, not only at Christmas.

One Caveat: Giving in secret may multiply time-warp effect exponentially. Use with caution.

Upon Reaching the Summit

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!

The end of the Mayan Long Count is the end of an Age, not the end of the world. Time is not fluid - it is a solid, crystalline structure - ask any Tralfamadorian. We live in a frozen time block universe, and the only thing that actually flows is our consciousness, from one iceberg of space-time to another.

Space-time is shaped like a diamond, not an hourglass. We might suppose that the Neolithic fertility goddess is more "true to form" than more modern body types, but the sentiment is consistent. She is the fabric of space-time, the four dimensional page upon which our will is written.

It occurred to me that the Abominable Snowman, or Yeti, is the personification of frozen block space-time.

A Timeless Terror!

The experience of our souls, to be frozen to our seats in a time block-buster theater.

The curious thing about Aleister Crowley was that while he was a wizard of renown, he also climbed mountains. Perhaps he was climbing the frozen diamond Eon of Horus, and he got there a little bit ahead of us. But tomorrow, we all arrive, together. Gridlock?

The top of the space-time pyramid is not a destination - but a terminal. A Grand Central Station of possible universes that exist together only at certain points, or mountain tops, of space-time. That is why there are suddenly billions of living souls here, at the Conjunction Junction. We are drawn, like moths to a flame, to a rare place in time - where/when all things are possible.

It's Magic Mountain, E-ticket time. If you don't have a ticket to ride, maybe jump a gate or three. I'll see you on the down hill slide.

Thanks to J.D. for the Led Zeppelin lyrics.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

Jesus is Coming

I was watching The Da Vinci Code this week which is all about (sexual) worship of the divine feminine, often represented by the pentacle or anything with five points of symmetry, such as an apple, or rose. Venus, called "the morning star" is associated with the pentagram via its path in the nigh sky.

And then I saw the above GIF.

I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star. ~ Revelation 22:16

The Grail is nigh.