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Queen Mother (Neil Hague)

LONDON — The British government is seeking to abolish an 18th century royal succession law that requires the daughter of a monarch to make way for her younger brother, a Sunday newspaper reported.

Solicitor General Vera Baird was quoted by The Sunday Times as saying the 1701 law giving male heirs the right to succeed to the throne ahead of any older sisters was unfair and "a load of rubbish."









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Closing off the last few escape-routes from the Gynogulag. Ensuring there can be no future "mistakes."



You said you'd never compromise
with the Mystery Tramp but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and say: "Do you want to make a deal?"

("Like a Rolling Stone")



She's invisible now, even as Rilke dreamed in Duino Elegies. Close your eyes the right way, she might appear.

Mute, magnetized, hurtling toward some Bogartean great Attract Tor.




Uncle Sweetheart: Don't they understand who Jack Fate is?

Nina Veronica: Nobody knows who Jack Fate is anymore. Nobody cares. I mean, he doesn't make records. He doesn't go on tour. He doesn't do interviews. He doesn't do anything!

/

Sweetheart: He doesn't have to, he's a legend.


As blathered last outing, I Am Legend and recent related films, VALIS-like, sneak vital information about current real plagues into the western collective unconscious, for gradual assimilation. One cannot battle something collectively agreed not to exist.

Thus a malevolent "plague," civilizational devolution, etiology carefully undefined.


Legend's protagonist is Robert Neville (Will Smith) -- a combo of the modern individualized human Will, and the collective masculine -- the perennial, everyman, common Smith. A counter-Crowleyan, a blacksmithy if you Will.

Chunk on the I Am/Yahweh associations, after Dick's The Divine Invasion.


Virologist Smith remains behind in New York's Ground Zero, Manhattan (more broadly, diseased Earth) seeking a vaccine from captured zombees. He's separated from his "true family" (possibly killed in copter crash) but later connects with a "foster family" for whom he must die to ensure their escape from quarantined Manhattan, and subsequent delivery of the blood-vaccine to a Vermont survivor colony. (Nina Veronicamont? lol)



The "foster" mother and boy (Anna and Ethan) find Neville in Manhattan, having escaped contaminated Maryland (Land of Mary, reinforcing the plague's matri-nature.)


While neither infected nor carrier, Neville/Smith is nevertheless "contaminated" or polluted by his blasted psycho-spiritual environment, struggling to maintain basic humanity, under assumption his family is dead, and the entire planet is contaminated and doomed. His relationship with his German Shepherd is reminiscent of Harlan Ellison's masculo-primal A Boy And His Dog, denounced by feminists as misogynistic.




Smith in I Am Legend is cosmogonic, much like the Star

Father at the end of No Country for Old Men: making possible and launching a new civilization, a new heaven and earth hinted at in Legend's closing scene.

The secret of Smith's mission, like the inner nature of the "plague," tiptoe across the screen in the first few minutes, while the viewer is still unsettled, distracted, slightly unconscious -- thus most vulnerable to influence or suggestion.

The film's initial image is the Warner Brothers logo, "WB" emerging from the peculiar, sorta spooky, yellow-orange "backlot sheds" or quonset huts backdrop. As the usual "timewave effect" ripples across the sheds, the offscreen voiceover begins, of two baseball announcers. The Warner Brothers logo is replaced by the Village Roadshow Pictures, Weed Road Pictures, and Overbrook Entertainment logos, in succession.


All standard, except for the voiceover, which fades-in and picks up mid-sentence:

Announcer #1: . . . Spring Training Camp, and he's definitely got the inside track. Word is that they're having some problems with injuries.


Announcer #2: Really. And, uh, are they looking into free-agent signings, last-second, anything like that?

Announcer #1: Possibly. They've got a strong Farm Club too. They've got some Triple A ballplayers they might be bringing up. But, again, Peter would certainly be able to tell us a little more about that in the next half-hour.

Curious opening for an apocalyptic narrative, hm?



The announcers chat a bit more. We are normalized and disarmed. Then, the hammer falls.


The moderator, transitioning, comes in:



Thank you, guys. And that's not all we're following. Here's Karen at the Health Desk.

Cut to image of a black female TV anchor, speaking:


The world of medicine has seen its share of miracle cures, from the polio vaccine to heart transplants, but all past achievements may pale in comparison to the work of Dr. Alice Krippen.




Cut to middle-aged white female, with a lopsided half-smile.


Anchor: Thank you so much for joining us this morning.


Krippen: Not at all.


Anchor: So, Dr. Krippen, give it to me in a nutshell.

Krippen: Well, the premise is quite simple. Um, take something that is designed by nature and reprogram it to make it work for the body rather than against it.


Anchor: You're talking about a virus?


Krippen: Indeed, yes, in this case the measles, um, virus, which has been engineered at a g-genetic level to be helpful rather than harmful. Um, I find the best way to describe it is if you can imagine your body as a highway, and you picture the virus as a very fast car, being driven by a very bad man, imagine the damage that car could cause.


Anchor: (agreeing) Um.


Krippen: Then, if you replace that man with a cop, the picture changes. And that's essentially what we've done.

Anchor: How many people have you treated so far?

Krippen: Well we've had ten-thousand and nine, um, clinical trials in humans so far.



Anchor: And how many are cancer-free?



Krippen: Ten-thousand and nine.

Anchor: So you have actually cured cancer?

Krippen, smiling: Yes, yes. Yes, we have.

(Pilfered Shamelessly from Rigorous Intuition)

The screen immediately goes black, we hear a deep, ominous roll, then the screen opens on contaminated New York City, three years later, deserted except for zombies and Robert Neville.



Neville recorded and replayed the interview. Krippen and Anchor Karen, like almost everybody else, is either dead or Panfried Zombie.



As our last post discussed, I Am Legend's plauge is relational, not bio-physical -- what Camille Paglia called America's "maternal psychosis." This plague inevitably separtes male from female, male from children, and humanity from both sanity and God.



Seems Dr. Krippen and fellow cultural engineers -- with advice of ever-helpful Madonna Serpentum -- cured the planet of the "global threat," a.k.a. masculinity. Result: wasteland.



Latest in Ill i noise. West Salem, in fact. Nearby Mount Carmel also mentioned.


It's the New Ma Dread [pronounced MAD-rid] Fault! Oh-nooooo! :O)



The Good Dok Tor doesn't "give it" to the Anchor Lady "in a nutshell." Krippen is the nutshell, representative Nut. She's Infested A-lice, Kultural Re-Engineer of masculinity and fatherhood, self-deified replacement for God. As Anna represents Erich Neumann's Nurturing Mother, Kripen personifies the Terrible Mother -- our western matriarchies.



Feeding on the penetration-anxieties (and desires!) of females, and on the chivalrous protection-response in males, Krippen invites the Anchor and her audience to imagine the [female/planetary] body as a highway, and the virus as a very fast car driven by a "very bad man."

Not a bad woman, to be sure. No woman is illegal.



The sexual innuendo, with its fear-inciting, agitprop subtext, would be perfectly at-home on any t.v. screen in the modern Western world. Profitable, too.


As Dr. Krippen warns, without proper "reprogramming" and "engineering" why, that bad "car" gets out of control. Imagine the damage that car could cause, she intones, as we all nod agreement.

Baaaaa.

Dr. Krippen's panacea:

Then, if you replace that [very bad] man with a cop, the picture changes.


Krippen is played by Emma Thompson, a British actress discussed by Fairhall in his "The Butterfly Net":



An (uncredited) cameo by Emma Thompson, for example, as the scientist responsible for the carnage is poignant for her being one of several celebrities named as a reptilian-human hybrid in Jennie Gosbell's highly unusual book, The Reptilian Informant.



'Synchro-mystically', this fact yields poetic confirmation that the 'real' virus is no mere germ, but a state of being equally contagious and potentially much more deadly: the 'reptilian (or predator) consciousness.'




Her character, the aptly-named Dr Krippen, is clearly inspired by the notorious Victorian murderer Hawley Crippen; the distinctive spelling, however, and the hard K-sound, is a well-known reptilian 'fingerprint', based on the fact that its hieroglyphic equivalent was drawn as a serpent (cf. Meredith Kercher.)



Again, the skeleton key to this film, the transformative invocation, is Krippen's statement: Then, if you replace that [very bad] man with a cop, the picture changes.


Careful attention to the above line of dialogue on DVD reveals that she actually says somthing quite different, and that as listerners, we have unconsciously "filled-in" the "proper" word, picture.



In reality, rather than picture, Emma Thompson -- almost like Doctor Jekyll's "good side" -- utters the words bitch who. The phonics and pronounciations are almost identical . . . but it is there. Replay for yourselves and see.


And that really changes the Planetary Picture. Not to mention the enitre ontology of the West.



Now, Krippen's revelation reads: Then, if you replace that [very bad] man with a cop, the bitch who changes, that's essentially what we've done.




Indeed. It is.



An amazing, almost completely hidden confirmation of the true plauges infesting the modern West. Bravo Lawrence and Co.!!


Suddenly, the film's thematic underground, vast, opens out before us, and all subsequent drama and events take on new light and resonance.

Madonna Serpentum (John Meluch)

Bitch who changes infers shapeshifting sorcery, reptilianism, lunacy/lunarity, and the triune-goddess -- very much as Fairhall intuited with his Emma Thompson riff. Man is "replaced" with a planetary "cop" -- "the bitch who changes."




[BTW, another Emma involved in "Hollywood sorcery" is Emma Watson, the chief female protagonist of the Harry Potter film series. Born in Oxford.]

Chelsea, Hillary, Dorothy Rodham: On the Campaign Trail

Ms. America, Psyko-kop.







U.S. To Expand Collection of Crime Suspects' DNA




Guess which gender is arrested in America, and whose DNA will be collected?




Hint: not Chelsea's.




If Dr. Krippen's Bad Man is, somehow, found innocent after Arrest and Collection, he can petition Dr. Krippen and Company to expunge his record and de-collect him.




Good luck.




Recall the "penetration threat" in Dr. Krippen's spiel?




Jayann Sepich of Carlsbad, N.M., said she applauds the federal rule change. In August 2003, after Sepich's 22-year-old daughter, Katie, was raped and killed, investigators found her attacker's skin and blood under her fingernails. But no samples in the state's database matched the evidence.

In 2006, moved by Katie Sepich's death, the New Mexico legislature passed "Katie's Law," requiring the collection of arrestees' DNA.



Katie's Law, Megan's Law, Vanessa's Law, etc. Homeland Security.


How was the government's "new rule" on taking DNA from all arrestees shoehorned in? By the same laboratory-tested technique of appeal to America's Innocent Female/Evil Male religion: in this case, the multi-billion dollar War on Maleness called the Violence Against Women Act. (What!? You're not FOR violence against women, are you!?)




The database expansion was authorized by Congress as an amendment to the Violence Against Women Act and was billed primarily as a way to track down serial rapists, murderers and other offenders.




Sounds good, doesn't it? Mama's Law. Dr. Krippen Knows Best. All in the name of protection and safety.



As our Airwave Announcers comment when I Am Legend begins, if Neville/Smith ends up on the Injured Reserve List, well, they draft someone from Triple-A ball or free agency.




Earth, however, is not interchangeable with anything. There are no substitutes. While relations between human female and male are ill, Earth is ill. If those relations reach a critical mass, it's lights-out. There are no alternate remedies. Only reluctant arks.




There's a long drive... it's gonna be, I believe...THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT!! THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT! THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT! THE GIANTS WIN THE PENNANT!


--Russ Hodges, Shot Heard 'Round the World

The Pros From Dover

Washington Square Park, Greenwich Village, Manhattan, home and lab of Robert Neville (Will Smith) in I Am Legend [shown:Arch at center of Park]

Late last night I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow Taxi took away my old man

Don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?


Arrythmatic plagues devastate America and Great Britain, twin ventricles of the West, in the devo-apocalyptic trinity 28 Weeks Later, No Country for Old Men, and I Am Legend.


In No Country for Old Men from Dos Hermanos Kohanim, stark and traditional West Texas is overtaken inexorably by socio-spiritual rot, a plague that baffles and breaks the local lawmen. The Coen's title says it all.

Likewise, the London and environs of 28 Weeks Later and I am Legend's Manhattan Island suffer from zombie attack, literally vampiric. To casual viewers, the plagues appear "viral" in origin and character, conveniently ascribable to germ theory.

In both films, the outbreaks involve cures drawn from the infected's blood -- a kind of anti-vampirism reminiscent of Christian eschatology.

. . . for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night.

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

(Rev. 12, 10-11)

"Loved not their lives" doesn't mean they hated living. Quite the opposite. It means they did what was necessary, even to death, without overriding concern for enjoyment of, or advancement in, life.

(For more background on these films see Fairhall's "The Butterfly Net" of Dec. 31, 2007, his "Greenwich Layer Cake" duet, his most recent post, and my "Mean Time" post. Do it now, airman!)













Capt. Peterson: [hostile tone of voice] What are you two HOODLUMS doing in this hospital?


Hawkeye Pierce: Ma'am, we are surgeons and we are here to operate. We're just waiting for a starting time, that's all.


Capt. Peterson: You can't even go near a patient until Col. Merrill says its ok and he's still out to lunch.


Trapper John: Look, mother, I want to go to work in one hour. We are the Pros from Dover and we figure to crack this kid's chest and get out to the golf course before dark.

The gambler tips his cap

and walks towards the door

It's the second half of the Cruise

and you know he hates to lose

"Cripple Creek Ferry"

All three films released in 2007 reveal, in different ways, the West's relational and spiritual disconnection, alienation, cannibalization, and zombification under cover of a Bad Virus deke.

BAD virus. Shamey shamey. Apparently The Kitty was unavailable for scapegoat duty.

BTW . . . that Big Yellow Taxi that Joni Mitchell wrote and sang about? . . . was a cop cruiser. Before 1986, the Toronto Police Service drove yellow cars.


Seems her Old Man had help in the leaving.

(Sometimes those Flying Monkeys come back to bite the mistress. And Toronto has been occult red-flagging for decades. Tor Onto. Cana Da.)

The County Sheriff protagonist of Old Men, disheartened and defeated by The Devolution's extent and malice, retires, with no replacements on the polluted horizon.


Aging and devastated that God hadn't fulfilled his expectations and "entered his life," his only connection to Spirit and masculinity, his only tether, are fleeting dreams of his distant and solitary personal father (removed Cosmic Father) aboard horseback, having "gone ahead" into the darkness with a foundational, primordial fire in conservation of fatherhood itself -- of humanity's future.

Hardly a vote o' confidence for America, or Earth. Very Noah-ish.

The analog in I Am Legend is the "God Still Loves Us" sign at Zombie Ground Zero.

They got mesmerized by alibis
and limbo-danced in pairs
(Please lock that door)
It don't make much sense
that common sense
don't make no sense no more

(J. Prine)


In the Wachowski Brothers' The Matrix, one of the first existential griefbombs Morpheus must drop on Neo is that The People are hypnotised, deceived, infected by Malevolent Memes: under or prone to possession by the Matrix, and thus, in a limited but immediate sense, potential enemies of Neo and of humanity -- like plague-carriers and zombies, enemies overcome from within. (See Rev. 12.)


As Fairhall documents, the Triune Goddess biohazard symbol projected onto Dover is intimately connected to 28 Weeks Later, as was the real-life torching of the Cutty Sark, a nautical representation of Nannie, the virginal, loonar Sickle Goddess (with standard attendant occult/masonic resonances.)

Stonehenge is aligned to 29 degrees Virgo -- the wisdom degree of that earth sign -- towards the Great Central Sun, where scientists say a black hole holds all the galaxies together. This is not to be confused with Galactic Center, located at 27 degrees Sagittarius which is the common nucleus around which rotate our own regional galaxies, including the Milky Way. [Quote source here. Such "sacred alignments" in stone, whether megaliths, temples, or cathedrals, exist across the planet, including wide dispersion in the New World.]

The Sark lit off on May 21, 2007, and 28 Weeks Later was first-run in theatres ten days earlier. The film included an epigrammatic "forgotten-postcard shot" from, probably, the boy's character -- scrawled "For Dad" -- and a fireball erupting from the Greenwich Foot Tunnel that engulfs the mockup Sark (via compugraphics.)


Synchromysticism?


Well, synchronous surely -- temporally proximate. But hardly mystical or mysterious, any more than the shootings and berserkings now staple and background in American culture. Predictable and inevitable, rather.

28 Weeks Later authentically translated the suppressed collective emotion of real people represented by the film's separated dad and kids, and the amasculine or antimasculine culture-at-large. In 28 Weeks Later, we get the Deadbeat Dad script: the father first abandons his wife to the zombies, then later is zombified himself with the Rage Virus. His children see him exposed as a coward and deserter.

In 28 Weeks Later masculinity proves untrustworthy, so females mostly save the day -- very modern.

Ridikillus. But popular and modern.

These, however, like the WTC towers and the very burnt Sark, are or were real.


In matriarchal cultures ruled by the "goddess," the alienation of masculinity and fatherhood is far more immediate, and far more apocalyptic, than any threat from superviruses, asteroids, Gamma Constellation Greys, chupacabras, bin Badboys, or suitcase nukes. Like mass-media, that's for show and dough: the Magician's "on" hand.


28 Weeks Later perhaps nods sarcastically to the new Diversity Elite with its black NATO Commander character. But the film's thematic power and conflict, like the plague itself, Eden's ouster, arises from "relational diseases." Women and children are disconnected from men. God and fatherhood are superfluous or dead. The European Union, Global Elders, UN, NSA, American Association of University Women, etc. etc. know -- and decide -- all that is knowable or decideable.

She said that livin' with me
was bringing her down
That she would never be free
when I was around

(Lennon, McCartney)


Empires have colonies. A hundred trillion slave-state gynogalaxies.

That's the "Great Work."

All will love me and despair!

-- Galadriel, under temporary control of the Ring of Power)

Constantine director Francis Lawrence wisely revised main location shooting for I Am Legend from Los Angeles to Greenwich Village, and carried over both the title and the "Robert Neville" moniker from Richard Matheson's 1954 science fiction/apocalyptic-zombie novel.

The Exorcist, like Constantine, opens in "pagan ruins." In the latter, a scavenger in northern Mexico uncovers the ultimate weapon, the Spear of Longinus/Destiny. Like the draco "reptile fossil" unearthed in the first scene of Ken Russell's The Lair of the White Worm (discussed in previous posts), re-discovery of the Spear in Constantine indicates re-arising of ancient evil, long buried and forgotten to most (but not to all.)

In 2006, a year after Constantine was released, one Chris Fountain of Greenwich, Connecticut, found a four-to-five thousand year old quartz spear point in his veggie garden. Yup, garden. Mebbe it was Destiny, eh?

The sonic and transductive qualities of quartz, especially in large deposit, are well-known. America's loaded with the stuff . . . it's the most abundant mineral in the continental crust. Quartz crystals are piezoelectric, developing electrical potential under physical stressors, a property used by certain ancient adepts and, of course, by industry today.

Quartz is the "stone of the sun" in Irish, and was used widely in burial contexts in European passage tombs (e.g., Newgrange.) Shamans employ quartz almost obsessively, in wide geodistribution. In Australian Aboriginal practice and myth, both quartz and shaman are denoted by the magical word maban.

Maban.

Ma is, well, Ma. Ban is discussed frequently within this site. It arose recently in association with the Dalai Lama, via UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-Moon.

For more on the Ban, see "Ragna Rok and Man Son Role" and "Of Midgard and Middle Earth." Both here, scroll down.

To sum, the Celtic triple goddess of war and fertility (i.e., blood sacrifice) is called Banba -- equivalent to Hellenism's uber-witch, Hecate. Both Norse mythology and Hittite iconography identify the "ban" as the Great Devouring Serpent.

Comparison is also made between the Ban and the Indonesian "hobbit folk" Homo florensiensis, recently unearthed and currently under hot debate among archeologists, paleontologists, bioevolutionists and such.

As for Connecticut, site of Mr. Fountain's find, the very word is Operational, occulting the basic coagula (connect) and solve (I cut) formula of alchemy and sorcery.

Rememer our Texas sheriff in No Country for Old Men, overwhelmed by evil and separation from god/father? The article on Mr. Fountain ends:

Fountain's life hasn't worked that way.

He suffered powerful feelings of guilt and remorse after his father's death by suicide 18 years ago, he said. Most of the time Fountain, an attorney who now works as a real estate agent, got by. At other times, he felt an emptiness that threatened to ruin his life. In early June, his mood turned after a chance reference to his father and Fountain sought help from a therapist.

"She told me to pray to God for a sign that I was not alone in the universe, that He was there," Fountain recalled. "She said it would be entirely personal to you and you'll know it when you get it."

Six days later, as he was turning over the soil in his vegetable garden, Fountain said, he received his sign.


He keeps the spear point in a plastic bag in his pocket. Fountain said he now realizes that the sign he was looking for was always there, waiting for him, buried on the banks of Longmeadow Creek.

Hm redux.

Further Fractured Fraternitas sync: the Neville Brothers are celebrated soul singers from New Orleans, the American home of gospel/rock, vampirism, voudoun zombees, and recent deluge. For depth, see Michael Ventura's "Hear That Long Snake Moan.")



I Am Legend's re-hash plot was profitable, and worked as high cimematic art, not merely through special effects or Will Smith's drawing power. The film dramatically captures our modern collective insolubilities, which truly are apocalyptic -- the same intractable, pandemic, communicable forces reconnointered but never made conscious in Old Men and 28 Weeks Later. Characters in those films weren't meant to sense, much less understand, the Larger Hand.


I Am Legend does confront those forces, root of the plague, though tangentially. Also, unlike 28 Weeks and Old Men, Francis Lawrence's film ends in a hope sprouting organically from both plot elements and his growing spiritual understanding, evidenced in Constantine.

As I Am Legend closes, the woman and boy saved by Neville approach the great, closed, guarded gates of the Vermont Colony, a plague h(e)aven. Bells chime, the gates roll back, and the large entry-avenue leads directly to a church, surrounded by a bustling and healthy community. It's nondenominational and sublte.

Progress for Francis. Been a long hike from producing Beyonce/Destiny's Child videos!

Like Paul on the Damascan Road? lol

Mebbe Francis misses his daddy, too?

Man, it's about time.

Before the first-run theatre audience had settled their bew-tocks and rattled their popcorn, before the production company logos had even run fergawdsakes, the skeleton keys to I Am Legend had already been proferred and rolled past, couched as a meaningless overdub of sports announcers discussing baseball.


Hard to imagine many public-theater patrons fully comprehended, much less heard, this crucial opening sequence. The first five minutes of the film, carefully reviewed, greatly expand the subtext and validate the conclusion.

That's next time on this station. Then you'll know too. Ooh we're all Special Together! Let's do Oprah!


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Peek-a-boo

Eye See You!

Twenty years back, Ken Russell's The Lair of the White Worm predicted the West's regression to reptilianism, to occultism, pagan matriarchy. Two years earlier, fellow Brit film-maker Nicolas Roeg's The Man Who Fell to Earth updated the Jesus "story" of the fallout when male spiritus collides with female materia.

Scorcese's Gangs of New York and The Last Temptation of Christ, of course, address the same issue, as do dozens of films from the past thirty years. Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid westernizes it all, projecting the local cosmic-conflict "backwards" into the nineteenth century, while masked and anonymous casts the Whole Filthy Mess temporally forward a few years.

With hindsight, and like Russell's White Worm, Roeg's Man Who Fell proves horrifyingly accurate concerning occult activities and "spiritual matters" culminating during the past two decades.

(Philip Kindred Dick's "novel" VALIS used Man Who Fell as a key plot element -- not surprising, given the same source-well. Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land is, likewise, direct analog.)

In Man Who Fell, E.T. Thomas Jerome Newton (6+6+6) staggers around Pit Stop Terra, fruitlessly hoping to Do Good and bring water (love) back to his own dying civilization. Instead, he's given a Local Lesson, spiraling ever deeper into material corruption and addictions, used and betrayed by all-n-sundry.

The Three Little Maids

(The Mikado)

Early in The Man Who Fell to Earth, still disoriented by earthly ways, we find protagonist Newton in a japanese tea-house, trying to decode a kabuki performance by two Dualized combatants representing human Female and Male.

And he said unto them, Ye are from beneath; I am from above: ye are of this world; I am not of this world. (John 8:23)

Everywhere else in the film, E.T. Newton is confronted and confused by the myriad deceptions, intrigues, artifices, and betrayals of human beings and society. Only in the kabuki performance -- which he begins to grok far too late -- is the false-front of planetary reality peeled back.

The emotionless, Ms. and Mr. Roboto kabuki performers -- Americans used often to call oriental theatre/performers "celestials" -- attempt to warn our Starman. Like Jesus, Newton is quintessentially male. Though fallen, as the film's title assures, he's still The Man.

When it comes to Earth and her ways, however, he ain't got Kloo One.

Then said they unto him, Where is thy Father? Jesus answered, Ye neither know me, nor my Father: if ye had known me, ye should have known my Father also. (John 8:19)

Lost on befuddled Newton, the stern visages and exaggerated kata of the kabuki dance reveal the War for Power underlying male/female relations on this planet -- so antithetical and confounding to spititual representative Newton. While the kabuki duo, Ms. Yin and Mr. Yang stalk and posture, seeking weaknesses, deploying their bodies against one another like landmines, the scene intercuts with The Professor -- one of Newton's betrayers -- sexually exploiting one of his young students.

As The Professor nears climax, the female kabuki player finally seizes the advantage, and The Professor's orgasm occurs simultaneous with the disempowerment, resignation, and servile bow of the male kabuki player towards his conqeror, Woman.

E.T. Newton, expecting to witness, well, something a bit more tender, blanches at reality, having only enough experience and wits to lurch out of the horrorshow and into the street, sparing himself witness of the Deathblow. But gravity is already in motion, and he beneath. Like the male performer, Newton's fate is long sealed.

In a Completely Unrelated Event

Female stars launch campaign to aid poor women, girls

by Justin Cole

Sun Apr 13, 10:23 PM ET

WASHINGTON (AFP) - A stellar alliance of women from government, advocacy groups, faith-based organizations and Hollywood launched a major anti-poverty campaign Sunday to help poor women and girls around the world.

The alliance, which has the backing of Liberian President Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf, Queen Noor of Jordan and former US secretary of state Madeleine Albright among other luminaries, announced it had amassed fundraising commitments of 1.481 billion dollars at its first summit held at Washington's National Cathedral.

The Women, Faith and Development Alliance (WFDA) said the large war chest which has been raised so far will cumulatively benefit one billion women and girls living in crushing poverty worldwide.

"Every development expert knows that if you want a country to make progress, then empower women, educate girls, that's the way you do it and that's how we will tackle poverty," Mary Robinson, former president of Ireland, said at the summit opening.

Hundreds of supporters packed into the towering cathedral as the WFDA formally launched a campaign aimed in part at changing the policies of governments and multilateral institutions to help eradicate female poverty.

The alliance is also supported by Laura Bush, wife of US President George W. Bush, the former prime minister of Canada, Kim Campbell, and Hollywood actress Ashley Judd.

Ritu Sharma Fox, a co-founder and president of Women Thrive Worldwide, said ahead of the summit's opening that the funds promised so far will benefit over one billion poor women and girls around the world.

WFDA is lobbying governments and international agencies to provide several billion more dollars to support the female anti-poverty drive.
The United Nations Population Fund is one of the biggest backers so far and has made a commitment of 500 million dollars over several years to address maternal mortality and to stop violence against women.

Islamic Relief has pledged 43 million dollars to improve education, basic health care and water access for over one million women and girls.

Catholic Relief Services, World Vision, the Muslim Women's Conference and Religions for Peace have also signed up to the broad inter-faith grouping which is being supported by the US healthcare products giant Johnson & Johnson as well as other groups and corporations.

Activists and supporters from around the world attended the summit following two years of planning. Attendees, including Robinson, Albright, Campbell and Judd, were entertained by colorful dance troupes and youth music groups.

The women- and girl-focused campaign, like other global anti-poverty drives, faces immense challenges.

UN figures show that women represent 70 percent of the world's poor, own just one percent of titled land, and make up two-thirds of the world's illiterate people.

Poverty experts estimate there are between 1.0 and 1.2 billion people around the world who exist on less than one dollar a day, many of whom live in Sub-Saharan Africa, Asia and the Middle East.

"Women and girls around the world face grave challenges. In Africa, my home continent, and in many other places our sisters make up seventy percent of the nearly 2.5 billion poorest and most vulnerable people on earth," South African Archbishop Desmond Tutu said in a video message relayed to the summit.

Activists say impoverished women face particular hardships, especially in conflict zones where they are raped and abused, but they say women are often more careful than men with money and better at fostering support networks.

"We are global. We are united. We do not accept that 500,000 women should die each year because of avoidable complications in pregnancy," Albright told the summit.

The UN estimates that half a million women die every year due to preventable complications from pregnancy.


Magdalene (Maddy) Albright, Mama Bush, Holly Wood, Ms. Fox . . . gang's all there!

Why, (Mother) Mary Robinson, former president of Ireland, is already a Global Elder! She proclaims to the nations:

If you want a country to make progress, then empower women.

Empower women? What happened to feeding the poor, aiding the impoverished, the downtrodden? Wasn't that the stated agenda?

We are global. We are united.

Doesn't sound like Oppression to little d.

Sounds more like Gloat, with a strong undercurrent of Promised Threat.

They got the Church of England, the Catholics, and the Muslims to come together, in the cause of entitling and worshipping woman. LOL!!

Ashley [Law of Ashes] Judd, that twofaced American Womanfirster, adds glitter to the other"luminaries."

The UN, longstanding bastion of NWO feminism, is also involved. Wooda never gessed.

Hey! Isn't Oprah the First Ambassador to the Global Elders?

nice uroboric logo!

One Ring to rule them all

One ring to find them

One ring to bring them all

And in the darkness bind them

Our last post, "This is International Standards," delved into the occulture of the words cole, coal, and kohl. The principle meaning of cole was magician (illusionist, artificer.)

Author of the above agitprop: Just in Cole.

In the masscom age, the battleground is the collective mind -- conscious, unconscious, and states in-tween. Those who shape and control those minds, particularly through mass marketing, media, education, and entertainment propaganda, rule the planet.

This is especially true in "democracies" where The People, when unamenable to dupage by appeal to self-interest, are eminently dupable by other means.

In addition to Hollywood, the Women, Faith and Development Alliance has corporate sponsorship from Johnson & Johnson.

Double-headed Janus, anyone?

Brief interlude from The Grand Lodge of Saskatchewan:

January is named for Janus (Ianuarius), the God of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings in Roman mythology. He was usually depicted with two faces looking in opposite directions. His ability to see both forwards and backwards at the same time aided him in the pursuit of the nymph Carna whom he gave power over door hinges as a reward for her favors.

Janus was frequently used to symbolize change and transitions. . . .

Speaking of dubbles, also reappearing from prior posts, like a troo zombie, is "Archbishop" Desmond Tutu, Chairman of the Global Elders.

Let's see, now, O Great Holy Elder . . . global war on poverty benefitting women, girls, and . . . whoops! did we inadvertently leave A Certain Gender off of the NWO Anti-Poverty Gravytrain?

Check the list again. Women . . . check. Girls . . . check.

Nupe, nobody important missing. Sounds familiar alritee.

Guess the boys can starve. Serves 'em right, the little Oppressors.

Next time maybe they'll be more careful where they land.

Humbly dedicated to Ritu Sharma Fox, co-founder and president of Women Thrive Worldwide

"This is International Standards"

[top] High-Priestess Maria Nafpliotou illumines the Olympic Torch in front of the Hera Temple in Ancient Olympia, Greece, on March 24

[bottom] Police detain protestor of Beijing Olympics and China's "crackdown" on Tibet

Some assert that the Dalai Lama is a long-time CIA asset, so much of the anti-China U.S. press is probly Standard Ops.

The planet writhes under the Curse of Hera, Queen of the Gods, raging ruin. Olympic Torch = Illumined Torch, as in Statue of "Liberty." Both statue and torch as symbol derive from French illuminism/masonry. (The same torch, or fasci, appears on the U.S. dime's reverse.)

In Rome, the Vestal institution kept the "Sacred Hearth and Fire."

Egalitarianism, liberty, republicanism, secular equality: it all sounded so purty, didn't it?

"High Priestess" is a standard, and central, actor is various magickal/pagan rites. Hera's cult was extremely popular in ancient Greece, especially amongst females, carrying over the "grain mystery" fertility rites from the early Neolithic matriarchies into the pseudo-patriarchal classical civilizations. Pan et circensus.

"Threshing floor" of Nachon. "I am the Bread of Life." Etc.

The Rites/Mysteries -- today as in the distant past -- are chthonic Operations. Agricultural or "grain" rites are always blood-sacrificial in intent and character. Examples are ubiquitous, transtemporal and transcultural, unfortunately. JFK's kingkilling, for example, was brought to us by Heran/Demetrian Productions.

The name of the Olympian "High Priestess" is, of course, Maria. Doh-oh.

"Nafpliotou" suggests the Tribe of Napthali, whose domain was described by Josephus as the "ambition of nature, an earthly paradise." Militarism figures prominently in the Tribe's history, and "Napthali" connects etymologically to "serpent." Wikipedia: The symbol of this tribe is a gazelle -- a very quick animal. The people of Naftali were famous for being great runners.

Of course, the Greek "Marathon" originated the Olympic Games.

In the Bible a major seer and heroine of the ancient Hebrews was the matriarch Deborah. Deborah's military commander was a fellow named Barak. Barak means "lightning," dovetailing the above motifs of quickness, racing, and bright light or flame.

Satan "fell like lightning." And Osama Barack Hussein bin Clinton is the latest Global Gynogulag shill oops savior. Graduate of Goddess Columbia's own university!

Senator from Ill-i-noise, center of numerous shootings and weather anomalies in current occult Amerika. Helter Skelter.

Project Mayhem, as Tyler Durden might say. The concluding scene in Fight Club (1999), btw, closely mirrored and foreshadowed 9/11.

Explosion in Illinois suburban shopping mall, "possibly by gas leak."

Um. Add six bodies in Memphis, including two kids. Three more kids with gunshot wounds in hospital.

Valentine's Day shooting, again at a bastion of NWO brainwashing, the American campus. Eighteen injured, five dead, not counting the shooter. Four of five killed were female. Ill Noise indeed, a state particularly rife in gangsters of all kinds.

Almost makes one wish for Capone by compare!

On the same day NASA sent shooting-victim John Lennon's "Across the Universe" to the Polarians (see post immediately prior), five women were slain at the Brookside Shopping Center in Tinley Park, Illinois. Robbery, silly policetypes suspect, was the motive.

Malls are meccas of Babylon, of Columbia, of Ms. America.

Tinley Park = tin man + law+ park or ark. Illinoise hurts the soul's ears. Brook/side has religious overtones, whether of pentecostal, ecstatic Chritianity or Maya human sacrifice at the edge of the Sacred Cenote, where the victims were first indigoed, painted a rather turquoise shade of blue.

Brookside Mall is just south of Interstate 80, America's dominant east-west arterial. Mall is a homonym for "American female gangster" -- moll (often, Gun Moll.) Moll is also a Scottish Highlands town, and a Spanish grape variety.

Brookside Mall contains a Kohl's Clothing store.The Nothern Illinois University shooting took place at the heart of the campus, Cole Hall. The article reports that the Hall will be demolished.

Cole (Kohl, Coal) has a deep and varied occult signature, typically infernal and transportive/transductive of energy. The word occult contains the syllable cul or kool, a fundamental and potent sound, occasionally discernable as Sauron speaks through the Ring in the film trilogy.

The word cole means "magician" or "sorcerer," primarily as the name implies -- earth magic, blood magick, libidic magic, necromancy. All forms of energy transmission and/or vampirization. Ma-Sonic NRG waves. Nat King Cole. Cole Porter, Richard Cole (Led Zep's tour manager.) Sites or towns containing col or cole are the telluric equivalent.

On and On, 'gyptian style. You wanna be a fay-row, dontcha? From American Graffiti. Modern blood-rituals are usually more subtle than those of aboriginals, but no less numerous.

Ticking, ticking America. Total loonar eclipse.

A couple years back Obama-Man visited Nelson Mandela's former prison on Robben Island. If Oh Mama's candidacy gets nixed, he'll be in-line for a co-Ambassadorship with Oprah at Global Elders HQ! Whenever Obama appears, the Diversity Revolutionary State that rules the blasted cityscape of L.A. in masked and anonymous instantly comes to mind.

Obama Miraculosa! Invoking the Global Elders, this typically supportive piece on fellow-messiah The Dalai Lama gushes:

. . . [H]e has parlayed a global moral authority matched only by Nelson Mandela into a commanding influence over world public opinion that sometimes has political consequences.

United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki Moon last week exhorted Beijing to show restraint in dealing with Tibetan unrest, for example, and the speaker of the US House of Representatives, Nancy Pelosi, visited the Dalai Lama at his Indian headquarters in Dharamsala on Friday to urge the world to "speak out against China."

[boldface added]

Ban Ki Moon!? Yee-ikez.

Uh, can I get my Moonpie to go?

Promised behind the gauzy gowns of the Heran Priestesses is a kinder, gentler planet that, well . . . just ain't.

There's a wicked wind blowing on the upper deck

There's an iron cross still hanging down

from around her neck

("Senor")

Of NWO prototype Abu Ghraib, Commandant Brig. General Janice Karpinsky said:

This is international standards. It's the best care available in a prison facility.

The Grrl Next Door

These aren't the worst photos. Trust me.



Speaking of carnage a la Margaret Murray, upon NASA's "Beyond the Universe" launch, Egyptian artifact collector and uber-feminist Yoko Ono blurted:

I see this as the beginning of the New Age in which we will communicate with billions of planets across the universe.

Yeah. That's the problem.

Recently eight people, including five kids, were wounded at a Los Angeles bus-stop in yet another U.S. shooting.

At 555 West Temple Street in Lost Angel Us, Kalifornicate, juts The Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels, consecrated and dedicated on little dynamo's birthdate in enatiodromic 2002. Archbishop of L.A. Roger Michael Cardinal Mahoney planned and oversaw Church construction, which replaced the prior Cathedral of St. Vibiana, "irreparably damaged" by the '94 Northride Quake.

Hm. Southern California's Hispanics, many of whom are still practicting Catholics, are predisposed towards Mother Mary veneration, or outright worship, as even a short stay in Mexico will confirm. Even given demographics, a "Marian church" in such a key locale is suspicious, as more Heran Temple.

Deliver Us From Evil, the 2006 documentary, was based on pedophilia incidents/allegations involving Central Valley clergy and, inevitably though indirectly, Cardinal Mahoney. Perhaps more tellingly, the Catholic Workers Movement protested the almost 200 million bucks spent on the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.

People -- mostly men -- are currently living and dying on Los Angeles streets while our "spiritual guides" erect shrines to Moomy. Angels need a new pair of shoes.

555 as numerical sequence, as event code, is confirmed by some of lil dynamo's field agents. The Cathedral's Temple Street address recalls the action and staging of the "Benefit Concert" in masked and anonymous, in the shadow of Los Angeles' Masonic Temple.

Some Internet commentators align Mahoney with heretical/masonic intra-church elements, a la Malachi Martin's Infiltrated Church. Mebbee. Ma Honey is an interesting name for a man.

It would be prototypical tactics, however, to utilize a single conceptual venue (in this case, churches generically and the St. Vibiana/Our Lady cathedrals) both to manipulate limited magickal operations and, concurrently, to cripple the priesthood and church, by extending mistrust and hysteria concerning masculinity to the general populations.

The Evil Old Patriarchy must be destroyed. Only Woman can really be trusted. They're never illegal!

Two birds with one capstone. :O)

Beneath The Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels is a 6000-crypt mausoleum, featuring relics of third-century martyr St. Vibiana, "patroness of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles." Her tomb, originally discovered near the Appian Way, was incribed: To the soul of the innocent and pure Vibiana.

A third-century Christian martyr, but again, typology Virgin. Her feast, September 1, is one day before the Church dedication (and, of course, in astrological Virgo.) Los Angeles' first Bishop, Thaddeus Amat y Brusi, carried St. Vibiana's remains from Rome to El Lay. Or was that Mot/Maat and Bruer?

There's a whole lot more like the above, but there ain't much more of l.d.

Now that's Equality! LOL

My Achy Breaky Hart

Been treated like a farm animal

on a wild goose chase

West of the Jordan

East of the Rock of Gibraltar

I see the turning of the page

Curtain rising on a New Age

See the Groom still waiting at the altar

(Bob-ostrow the Maestro; from Shot of Love, 1981)

Last night Miley Cyrus (mega-popular "Hannah Montana") appeared with dad Billy Ray Cyrus on Jay Leno. Miley caught a little flak in our post of last October, "It's Like the Beatles."

Like first herpes encounters, we figgered we'd see her again. But not so soon.

The fifteen-year-old perched in the "star-seat" next to Jay, while dud, oops dad, was relegated to the "off-seat," just out of central camera shot.

At Jay's first question, hysterially popular Miley launched into a series of put-downs of Billy Ray. Clearly, Miley's a product of her nation.

Billy Ray sat silent and slightly stunned as his daughter completed her string of belittlements, sounding rehearsed, as if they'd been repeated endlessly to all and sundry, always with approving responses.

Miley's manic dump ended with Jay asking some pointedly innocuous question about dad and Miley trumpeting "Who would listen to that!" without bothering even to glace over at That.

She was glorying in her power, making it public. The audience laughed the laugh of hollow people. Doomed laughter.

Should-a seen ole Billy Ray's goateed goatface!

[Didn't work out so good for old Cyrus the Persian "prince" either. You think they'd take a hint.]

Oh well. Lil dynamo still felt bad for BillyBob, though he sowed and wrought his own humiliation. Yo, get off the Disney Channel, boy . . . while you can still hit low notes.

:O)

The audience tittered, unsure of proper response to a girl psychologically castrating her father on national television.

It was All Good, tho. Everybody made oodles of money, ratings were fab, girls felt empowered, the Disney Empire furthered many agendas, CDs flew from shelves, spinoffs spunoff galore. Within the first minute Billy Ray Cyrus, who apparently represents manhood and family values to the Cowboy Hat Crowd, was instructed in Who's Really Boss in the western world.

We're hyped that Miley/Hannah Montana is some Super Idol, but actually she's a rather insecure, mildly talented kid who'd be working at McDonald's and attending high school were not her father a glamorous hunky rich crooner.

Instead, Miley was handed her own TV show and ready-made "celebrity." By way of thanks, she prances around in New Brittany "What does sex mean?" outfits and disses her father on national television, smirking, understanding exactly what America wants, is, and sells.

Like countless other western males, Billy Ray produced a female child that dominates him. Later, she'll expect and demand domination of all males similarly.

When the world resists, she changes it, until it crumbles into cardiac carbon.

The millions of American girls like her, but lacking quite such a powerful daddy warbucks, will likewise enter society absolutely unprepared for any circumstance or reality in which their supremacy and wishes are not instantly observed and met. They will expect all men to be as spineless, submissive, and manipulable as daddy.

And if those men aren't, there'll by more laws, more mancages, more privileges and powers, more IMBRAs, and more Violence Against Women Acts to ensure compliance.

One in one-hundred U.S. adult citizens now live in cages, the MSM recently acknowledged. Ninety-two percent are men. The MSM sure as hell didn't acknowledge -- or even mention -- that.

No need for sanity or reality. We've got Miley.

Are American men 11 times more evil, more dangerous, than American women? The statistics, and common observation and sense, say no. Strangely, however, the "patriarchal justice system" says otherwise.

Lil dynamo clicked off Leno after the first detestable minute or so, but apparently Miss Miley went on to glug from a bottle of ketchup -- Heinz ketchup, her stated favorite -- and roped Leno into joining the vaguely fellatial Ritual Group Slurp.

This page has both a vidclip and a commentator who notes Miley's "loud, self-centered, disrespectul" shtick.

Of course it's misogyny, discrimination, oppression and Actionable Hate Speech to point out any of this.

Not to mention dangerous.

If Little Miley's ketchup chugging didn't carry sufficient psychosexual implicati illuminati -- in tandem with Leno's co-vampiric (tho likely innocent) "finger wound" and the very public, ongoing American Sport, Destroying Daddy -- her Heinz predilection cemented the Working.

Ketchup, of course, is Hollywood's prototypical blood-sub, in a kitch-circus kinda way. One of Skull and Bones' favorite sons, John (Scary) Kerry is hssband to Heinz fortune heireSS and global feminist/environmental activist, Teresa Heinz.

Why haven't the Global Elders scooped this prize up already?!

Wikipedia's page on her is instructive. Her maternal grandma is from Alexandria, Egypt.

Apple don't fall far from the obelisk!

Maria Teresa Thierstein Simões-Ferreira Heinz, a full-blooded Portuguese (ahem ahem) was raised princessly, then gold-dug into the Heinz family.

Marriage to Senator Henry John Heinz III, the (more ahems) plane-crash "accident" of same in 1991, and voila: Hell hath another heiress, another filthy rich, mega-empowered virago with a two-way tongue and unlimited ambition.

[Wikipedia: Heinz and six other people were killed on April 4, 1991, when a Bell 412 helicopter collided with the Senator's Piper Aerostar plane over Merion Elementary School in Lower Merion Township, Pennsylvania. All aboard the two aircraft and two first-grade girls playing outside the school were killed. The helicopter had been dispatched to check out a problem when Heinz's plane was having problems with its landing gear. While moving in for a closer look, the helicopter's rotor blades struck the bottom of the plane, causing both aircraft to lose control and crash.

Coincidentally, the next day on April 5, former U.S. Senator from Texas John Tower, also a chairman of the National Republican Senatorial Committee, died in a plane crash in Brunswick, Georgia.]

Won't stop to analyze this entry, but

* extremely unlikely crash; note military-type aircraft (Bell copter)

* Merion (Mary/On) Elementary School in Lower Marion Township, no less!

* two playing innocents included (assuming ritual intervention)

* crash and death the following day of a very powerful Texas Tower in Brunswick, Georgia -- one of Master Mason George Washington's five original "ports of entry" to the colonies; Superfund toxic cleanup site; named after British King George II's ancestral residence in Germany; major Naval Yard during WWII; and for Lovecraftians, "Shrimp Capital of the World." Oh, and how many folks died in the John Tower "accident"? Twenty-three -- the Masonic Prime Number.

The next year -- 1992 -- why, the lovely new billionairess Maria Teresa Heinz "unexpectedly" meets John Kerry on a "State Department junket" to the 1992 Earth Summit. Documents indicate that the outing was arranged by Bush, Sr. and staff.

And they say romance is dead. Bad droogies!

Mary Teary marries Scary Kerry! Suddenly -- and currently -- they're the Kreem of the MAssachutSET's elite, top doubles players in the larger occult/satanic networks along the East Coast. Such a nice couple! So philanthropic too!

"Earth Summit." Indeed. Typical black irony by these dildoes.

The Wikipedia' page's notes on Teresa Heinz, under Women's economic security programs and advocacy, also shout subtextually. America's streets are full of men, and Maria is championing the "Women's Retirement Initiative."

Hey! She's been hobnobbing with Global Elder banker Muhammad Yunus and his Microcredit Maytricks! (The Global Elders Uno y Dos.)

Like Oprah et al., Maria Heinz' level of sincerity and self-awareness was best exemplified (see the Wikipedia article, link above) in 2004 when a Pittsburgh MSM reporter caught her lying. Our Planetsaving Feminist denied it numerous times, at which point -- seeing her cause was hopeless, and the reporter wasn't going to crumble under Her Wrath -- she accused the reporter of her own fuckup (lying), then told the Unimportant Little Male to "shove it."

Hilary's comment on the incident was: A lot of Americans are going to say, 'Good for you, you go, girl,' and that's certainly how I feel about it.

Not, "Lying is bad, covering up is worse, and then victimizing the person who caught you is the worst."

No. Instead, it's You Go Girl. No Woman Is Illegal.

Maria Teresa's massive wealth and power permit her, like so many others, to wreak havoc on individuals (mostly men), civilization and the planet, while pretending exactly the opposite.

"Pickle King" Henry J. Heinz' biographer wrote that Henry chose the Heinz '57 number for "occult reasons." [BTW, "Heinz" is Henry Kissinger's given first name.]

The Trivia notes at bottom of the Wikipedia page on H.J. Heinz Company report connections between that company and the original (1962) film The Manchurian Candidate -- a movie so hot and honest it was yanked from distribution by Sinatra following J.F.K.'s kingkilling. In both Manchurian Candidate films America is revealed as a brainwashed closet matriarchy, ruled over by a cold-blooded Queen of Diamonds, who occultly manipulates U.S. politics, economics, public consciousness (oops currently oxymoronic), and masculinity.

Heinz' founding and corporate HQ is Pittsburgh, PA, the Keystone State. Burgh of the Pit.

In the last couple of years, Three Rivers Stadium, the chief Pennsylvania pro sports venue, was rechristened (resataned?) Heinz Field. The Heinz logo is a keystone. A keystone, prosaically, is the pinnacle or apex "locking piece" of an arch or vault.

Royal Arch Masonry, "sacred" Gothic architecture, Jerusalem Temple(s), Chaldeo-Egyptian sorcery, arks and barques. Etc.

The author of this page, gloating and mocking the Tinfoil Hat Crowd, nevertheless reports Henry the First's strange interest in "architecture" including multiple gigantic pickle structures, particularly a forty-foot long electrified "pickle" on Fifth Avenue in New York.

You have many contacts among the lumberjacks

To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination

But nobody has any respect anyway they already expect you

To just give a check to tax-deductible charity organizations

("Ballad of a Thin Man")

Holy Gherkin Tower, Robin! AKA 30 St. Mary's Axe. And a double sharp blade it is. Just axe your little dynamo! What's left of him anyway.

"Dood, they're just pickles, you know. This guy Heinz just liked pickles. You're conflating coincidences into self-referential conspiracies."

OK. How about this then. Old Henry Heinz the First's baby boy, H.J. Heinz II, graduated Yale.

Skull and Bones. Documented.

Ho ho ho.

Wakey-wakey indeed.

Like Miley fractaled, Leno-d into eternity on waves of light and sound, last February 4 NASA flung John Lennon's song "Across the Universe" towards Polaris, the North Star. (See this post's lead image, in case it's been so long you've forgotten!)

Earth as Edenic Apple, spinning through space in love, the mingled energies of female and male principles.

LOL! Think the Polarians are buying that?!

Do they want their gherkins turned into glass and steel towers, chiseled into Osirian replicata? Into financial highrises, tourist meccas?

Do the Polarians really want Maria Teresa Heinz and her Port You Giza Axe slicing through the deepness of Starry North?

We intend to answer all that promptly. Regretfully, however, we are no longer accepting kruggerands, now distatefully incorrect coinage.

Following this post, please send British Old Sovereigns or German 20-mark numisma ONLY. After authentication we'll see about Getting All Spiritual and Saving The World some more.

Sniff. Me 'n Maria Teresa 'n Henry Heinz 'n Miley. We gots a reputation to uphold.

"No Woman Is Illegal": The Mothership Hovers

Virgin Records logo

She cried to the Southern Wind
'bout a love that was sure to end
Every dream in her heart was gone
Headed for a showdown

Bad dreamer what's your name?
Looks like we're ridin' on the same train
Looks as though there'll be more pain
Gonna be a showdown

And it's raining all over the world
Tonight's the longest night


(G. Lynne)



Ravings herein seem decidedly less rave-like as our Arranged Future streaks into the Present. Occasionally a truly spontaneous, gut comment emerges from The Program.



LAS VEGAS STOP: Clinton pitch hits home


A man shouted through an opening in the wall that his wife was illegal.

"No woman is illegal," Clinton said, to cheers.

Three things leap out.

1) How would "No man is illegal" play in America? Anywhere in America -- to ANY audience? Cheers and thunderous applause? But why not? We all claim to support equality and justice and fairness. Dissonance, megacognitive.

2) The unconscious desire revealed by the intutional emotion of the moment, expressing Hitlary's "inner truth," her religion -- in this case, the Goddess. Women, for the most part, have always wanted their own god, and since there's only one, and he's a he, they conflate others out of themselves. Ignorant and/or weak men collude in this.

3) The certainty on the part of Hitlary's conscious and unconscious that such a chauvinistic, hateful, malevolent, and impossible statement as "No woman is illegal" would be received in a "free" and "democratic" society not with scorn, refutation, and mass rejection, but with cheers. This indicates the level of shared, willed denial or "forced unconsciousness" in the population -- a ripe population, a slavering population, available for further manipulations.

The American Experimenters smell victory, close in on the quarry, the prize.

At first in blurted, off-cuff remarks, the NWO reality, the New Age of Madonna Womanchild, pokes through the tatters of America's "patriarchal" mask. In particular, the American Left's pretensions of being anything but shills for the Global Gynogulag are destroyed by Ms. Clinton's beloved blurt. Hopefully destroyed forever.

Not that "It takes a Village" ever needed translation for any but the Left's Troo Bee Leavers. And for many females, of course. See willed denial, above.

Thus our ahem choice is twixt an overt (and massively popular, the truly skeery point -- those delirious cheers!) matriarchalist, who pines for the Good Old Days of MotherRight (and a bloody horror it was), and the, er, patriarchal Republicants, patriots standing foursquare solid as, uh, well . . . goddess-worshippers actually, pirate death-frats obsessed with sodomy, sadomasochistic witchcraft, global economic power, and serpent-cultism.

Some choice. Ain't the devil and the deep blue. Just plain devil.

Shit mebbe they'll offer us Skeerie Kerry again!!

Speaking of the Boomer Left's successes at pseudo-revolutionary politics, Sara Jane Moore recently was declared Legal. She'll be right at home in American society. Hillary and Chelsea were so pleased they went shopping!

Hell, Texas'll probly welcome Sara Jane with open arms. She could open a Christian Bookstore on Peckerwood Hill.

Vatican to create more exorcists to tackle 'evil'

By Nick Pisa in Rome

Last Updated: 12:45am GMT 31/12/2007

The Roman Catholic Church has vowed to "fight the Devil head-on" by training hundreds of priests as exorcists.

Father Gabriele Amorth, 82, the Vatican's Exorcist in Chief, announced the initiative amid the Church's concerns about growing worldwide interest in Satanism and the occult.

Noted also in the story by Nick ("Leaning Tower") Pisa was this addendum:

• A Roman Catholic bishop has caused fury in Spain by claiming that some teenagers "want to be abused".

Bishop Bernardo Álvarez of Tenerife told a newspaper: "There are 13-year-olds who are are in agreement and even want it; even, if you don't watch out, provoking you."

A spokesman for the 58-year-old bishop said he had never intended to justify "the abhorrent phenomenon of the sexual abuse of minors."
Last year the Pope stated that rebuilding trust in the clergy was an urgent task.

The pope, like all who consider themselves clergy, forgets that without the Spirit of Truth there is neither exorcism, nor church. Any church.

Does the Pope imagine lies and "convenient truths" oust the Deceiver?

Truth, or Belial.

Presumably, Bishop Alvarez will know better next time, hmm?

What was the daft man thinking?! He's a friend of Christ, or something?

Amongst the ruins of the Vaticanate, we find that Leo XIII's precog is placed in a synchro-historical context here, relevant to the "reforms" of Vatican II.

Remaining with the Knowing Knymph and the ascendency of Spotless Woman to the spiritual Pinnacle of Creation-- mere femaleness sufficient proof of Eternal Innocence and Moral Infallibility -- we again clamber aboard "Sir" Richard Branson's Mothership Earth, seeking franchises throughout Mothership Space.

Renegade priests

and treacherous young witches

were handing out the flowers

that I'd given to you

("Changing of the Guards")

Virgin Galactic Unveils Suborbital Spaceliner Design

Tariq Malik Staff Writer Space.com

Wed Jan 23, 5:31 PM ET

This story was updated at 5:16 p.m. EST.

NEW YORK - Future thrill-seekers will ride a sleek spacecraft berthed
under a massive, twin-boom mothership to the fringe of space in a design unveiled Wednesday by Virgin Galactic.

The SpaceShipTwo spacecraft and its WhiteKnightTwo [K2] carrier will begin initial tests this summer to shakedown the novel spaceflight system designed by aerospace pioneer Burt Rutan and his firm Scaled Composites.

Branson, Rutan

"2008 really will be the year of the spaceship," said British entrepreneur Sir Richard Branson, founder of the Virgin Group . . .

Virgin Galactic is offering tickets aboard SpaceShipTwo spaceliners for an initial price of about $200,000, though Branson said the cost is expected to drop after the first five years of operations. The space tourism firm plans to eventual launch flights out of a terminal at New Mexico's Spaceport America, with additional trips through the aurora borealis to be staged from Kiruna, Sweden.

. . . .

The development and testing plan for SpaceShipTwo and its carrier craft has been slowed by an accidental fatal blast that killed three Scaled workers last July at the Mojave Air and Space Port. Last week, California state occupation and safety inspectors cited Scaled for failing to provide adequate training for workers and fined the firm more than $25,000.

Rutan said his firm has been working with state inspectors and officials to enhance worker safety, but the actual cause of the blast during a rocket oxidizer flow test was still unknown. SpaceShipTwo's rocket engine will not be finalized until the source of the explosion is pinned down, he said.

Patricia Grace Smith, the FAA's associate administrator for commercial space transportation, lauded the commitment of Virgin Galactic and Scaled to safety after SpaceShipTwo's unveiling.

"It is the entrepreneurial spirit that will take this country forward," Smith said. "This is going to catch like a wild fire we have never seen."

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Sounds like three "workers" already caught some of your fire, Ms. Grace Smith.

Branson features in prior posts The Global Elders I and II, covering his multinational Virgin Group (Virgin Atlantic Airways, Virgin Records, etc.), and his championing of the Elders and the Madeleine McCann/Global "Security Systems" Machinations best exemplified by the split-iris of Madeleine and CEOP.

Branson's partner in the Elder Evocation is Peter Gabriel, and as reported in The Global Elders I:

During the writing and recording of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, Gabriel was approached by director William Friedkin, allegedly because Friedkin had found Gabriel's short story in the liner notes to Genesis Live interesting. Gabriel's interest in a film project with Friedkin was another contributing factor in his decision to leave Genesis.

What is planned for Earth -- what, by Hillary Clinton's comment, is already far along -- is likewise afoot beyond Earth, inter-woven variations on Branson's Virgin Galactic theme. The Bechtel Constellation. The Branson Galactic Cluster. So forth. (Not that Branson's important in the big picture. He isn't. He's just a patsy, a punk with useful grandiosity.)

Distances, places, times beyond imagining are on the human doorstep. A future bountiful and joyful almost without end. Depends on humans. Decisions now determine, to great degree, the destinies of incredible, unthinkable numbers of future beings.

These times were long-anticipated . . . days when the stakes would be so, well, high. Vast. Knowing mathematically that the crisis would fractal at the last, the serpent intervened at the first, via Eve's desire for power (judgment.)

The proper order of the world -- man leads woman, god leads man and judges humanity -- was overturned, and death and suffering, the nightmares of prehistory and history, inevitably entered in. Woman cannot dominate man. This is the first disease, from which all ills come. It is an a-creational, anti-creational malady: it is chaos. It sickens and dis-spirits Earth and all its creatures.

Rather like the Matrix films, humanity carries a disease, whose root is spiritual and psycho-sexual, but not physical per se. Like all such primal organisms, its many hosts and vectors seek contamination of the universe.

Other interests favor quarantine unless and until the problem can be resolved locally.

Worms and crabthings, like the parasites that cling to the Manhattan Monster in the film Cloverfield. (Thanks to Fairhall.)

These parasitic "crabs" appear elsewhere on this site, e.g., at the base of the "Peace Fountain" outside St. John the Divine church in Greenwich Village, N.Y. -- and also simultanously in air and water as the O2/Millennium Dome.

A chela, as mentioned in the post "A Chelsea Morning," is the pincerlike claw of a crab or scorpion . . . scorpion being one of dynamo's favorite backcountry kebobs.

Why, looka there! It's Chel Sea Clinton, and by Goddess, she's not Illegal either! Isn't that wonderful for half of the human species?!

Uh oh. Goddess Alert! Call out the Reserve Flying Monkeys! The Illegal Half may be waking up.

Survey finds men have lost their role in society

By Sarah Womack, Social Affairs Correspondent

Last Updated: 1:29am GMT 07/01/2008

More than half of men believe the world is dominated by females and that they have lost their traditional role in society, according to recent research.

Asked what it means to be a man in the 21st century, more than half think that society tries to feminise them, turning them into waxed and coiffed metrosexuals, and 52 per cent say that men have to live according to women's rules.

The research also shows that just as many women feel their work-life balance has been stretched to breaking point.


Around 2,000 men and women were polled on the internet across 10 television regions for a survey commissioned by DMAX, a television entertainment channel.



Men say they "feel handcuffed" by political correctness - only 33 per cent feel they can speak freely and say what they think, whereas two thirds find it safer and easier to keep their opinions to themselves.



Perfunctory, and nothing will be done, to be sure. Funny that all these decades we've heard zippo from governments, universities, academics or media about the vast -- and vastly unreported -- discontent of males.



Men "lost" their role in society? Excuse-em-moi, but unlike Peter Gabriel, little dynamo didn't spend his life in limousines, expensive hotels, recording studios and secured neighborhoods.



While Mr. Gabriel was waxing poetic, lil dynamo was wiping alcoholics' asses, attending community college, and grunting in shops and factories and offices.



Had Mr. Gabriel done these things -- actually experienced what the average Western guy experiences -- he'd not be financing and supporting the feminist-stacked Global Elders.



For Sarah Womack's edification, men didn't "lose" anything. Jobs, kids, educational opportunites, fair access to justice and social services, the right to share first-class citizenship with other Americans -- these things were TAKEN from us. Don't give me that "lose" spin, as if this planned disenfranchisement were our fault, like misplaced house slippers.


Our franchisement in America, our opportunities and our futures, were TAKEN from us, usually via fiat and/or coercion by the State, and always after The People received massive conditioning.



Quoting The Aquarian Conspiracy, The Stygian Port speaks:



The high priest for Britain's Opium War was Aldous Huxley, the grandson of Thomas H. Huxley, a founder of the Rhodes Roundtable group and a lifelong collaborator of Arnold Toynbee. Toynbee's "theory" of history was that its determining culture has always been the rise and decline of grand imperial dynasties. Toynbee argued that this decline could be abated if the ruling oligarchy (like that of the British Roundtable) would devote itself to the recruitment and training of an ever-expanding priesthood dedicated to the principles of imperial rule.
Trained at Toynbee's Oxford, Aldous Huxley was one of the initiates in the "Children of the Sun," a Dionysian cult comprised of the children of Britain's Roundtable elite. Among the other initiates were T.S. Eliot, W.H. Auden, Sir Oswald Mosley, and D.H. Lawrence, Huxley's homosexual lover.



Aldous Huxley was tutored at Oxford by H.G. Wells, the head of British foreign intelligence during World War I and the spiritual grandfather of the Aquarian Conspiracy . . . . Wells called his conspiracy a "one-world brain" which would function as "a police of the mind."




Under Wells's tutelage, Huxley was first introduced to Aleister Crowley. Crowley was a product of the cultist circle that developed in Britain from the 1860s under the guiding influence of Edward Bulwer-Lytton -- who, it will be recalled, was the colonial minister under Lord Palmerston during the Second Opium War. In 1886, Crowley, William Butler Yeats, and several other Bulwer-Lytton proteges formed the Isis-Urania Temple of Hermetic Students of the Golden Dawn. This Isis Cult was organized around the 1877 manuscript Isis Unveiled by Madame Helena Blavatsky, in which the Russian occultist called for the British aristocracy to organize itself into an Isis priesthood. Huxley founded a nest of Isis cults in southern California and in San Francisco, that consisted exclusively of several hundred deranged worshipers of Isis and other cult gods.



The Stygian Port piece -- thematically coherent and incisive, if occasionally off drawing conclusions -- discusses important topics, including links between U.S.-British Intelligenge Operations (Project Monarch and various Tavistock abominations) and the "lolita phenomenon." The blog author is perceptive of cultural manipulations.


Another quote:



H.G. Wells said in his 1940 non-fiction book entitled "The New World Order": "... when the struggle seems to be drifting definitely towards a world social democracy, there may still be very great delays and disappointments before it becomes an efficient and beneficent world system. Countless people ... will hate the new world order ... and will die protesting against it. When we attempt to evaluate its promise, we have to bear in mind the distress of a generation or so of malcontents, many of them quite gallant and graceful-looking people." H.G. Wells called his effort to organize prominent intellectuals behind the idea of establishing a World Government "The Open Conspiracy" (a benevolent one) in his 1928 book by the same name.



That's the Wells who introduced Huxley to Crowley -- amongst other deeds -- thus what Wells considers a "beneficent world system" and a "benelovlent conspiracy" and what dynamo considers same likely differ.
Noted is Wells' calm (smug?) report that countless "malcontents" will die "protesting against it" [his New World Order].



But it will be shoved down our throats nonetheless, is that it? Blow the man down, hm?



The Mothership hums and hovers, part incarnate, part astral spectre. Not fully grounded. Yet.



When lil dynamo observes Western males under forty years of age, he finds only remnants of a masculinity our fathers took for granted. And they lived under matriarchy, also -- albeit one with significant masculine influence.



In twenty years hence, our matriarchal cultures, further entrenched and spread globally, will have so fundamentally altered our manhood, our conceptions and traditions of maleness, that neither boys nor men will remember who, and what, they really are.


Sons of our Father. Not NWO drones, not Permanent Illegals working for Maggie's Brother on Maggie's Farm.