Da Black Whole

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Land of Enchantment

(photo courtesy New Mexico Dept. of Tourism)

N.M. alien tourism ad stirs controversy

By MARK EVANS, Associated Press Writer Mon Nov 26, 2:21 PM ET

ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. — Instead of highlighting New Mexico's picturesque desert landscapes, art galleries or centuries-old culture, a new tourism campaign features drooling, grotesque office workers from outer space chatting about their personal lives.

"The Land of Enchantment," New Mexico's state nickname soothsez.

"Reptilian spacemen." Indeed.

Cuz droogs, the Net's awash in disinfo and bullshit about N.M. and the Four Corners, yet the area is drenched in mojo, grade A and very old.

Little dynamo resided therein many years, various times. It was not boring. Someday he'll probly tell all about it, but this ain't that day.

Much of New Mexico is still wilderness, in the best and worst senses of the word. The vistas and air liberate and cleanse, but the land is violent and tremendously charged.

No sense speculating about unverifyable fourth-hand information a la Dulce when witnessed facts are near to hand.

The State Seal shows the American Eagle overlooking the Mexican Eagle as the latter grasps a snake in one talon and a hank of cactus in the other. The Mexican Eagle (little Mexico, New Mexico), overseen by America, subdues or dominates the chthonic representatives of the wilderness-desert kingdoms, both faunal and floral.

The Seal of Mexico also features the "Mexican Eagle" (which is actually a type of falcon) grasping a rattlesnake. However, the species of snake was altered from the original depiction . . . of an aquatic serpent. The motif derives from Aztec cosmology concerning the birth of their capital, Tenochtitlan (like Atlantis, an island realm.) The Mesoamericans, however, revered serpents as agents of wisdom, and did not depict them as subservient.

Occult aspects of New Mexican aboriginal sites like Chaco Canyon and Mesa Verde were discussed in the Sept. 18, 2006, post Sam Peckinpah Era Un Hombre For Sure. (Gracias a T for groundings on thatun!)

Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid was set in Lincoln County, N.M., amidst the power-intrigues of yet another cabal of pathetic Mammonic slaves, the Santa Fe Ring.

Senor, Senor, can you tell me where we're headin'
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?


The Old World Cathar/Templar/Mason/Goddess-worshippers who scouted, colonized, and covertly ruled most of what became North American merely "grafted on" to power already invested -- very intentionally invested -- in the land by aboriginal predecessors. Those sites vary around the continent, and most (Machu Picchu, Chichen Itza, etc.) are well-known. One might term these Old World interests (Elizabeth I, Dee, Henry the Navigator, etc.) the Serpent Tribe relations of certain aboriginal adepts (shamans) already long in practice before European colonization. Bee-busy, preparing the land for occupation.

Much less is known and understood by the public about Southwestern U.S. aboriginal sites. Archaeological artifacts there are relatively scarce, partly because Chaco Canyon and Mesa Verde, in particular, were laboriously decommissioned by aboriginals who apparently no longer desired the sites "operational."

The Southwestern sites are more "deserted" and less obviously grandiose compared to, say, Mayan pyramids. But the New Mexican "atomic character" and ancient telluric potency, heightened and manipulated by aboriginal and modern sorcerers, are not myths. Ask Japan. Neither is the siting of other key military/intelligence/psyops projects within the Enchanted Land -- often in plain view.

Many New World cultures practiced human sacrifice, and all, to my knowledge, ritually worshipped their ancestors. Necromancy is fundamental to shamanism, and the practice is shared, to say the least, by pagan/goddess-worshipping/masonic dilettantes and adepts. Their specialty is "earth-magic" -- grid tessellation, fear, vulcanism, tectonics, death/necromancy, torture, blood and other bodily substances, celestial resonances (alignments), sex/libido, magickal implements (especially large gemstones.) Demeter-Ceres, Earth-Mother stuff . . . always the same agenda, fertility/grain god sacrifices, in new masks and forms.

From the "Peckinpah" essay:

Only in recent years has Western science begun to investigate -- and to take seriously -- the prospect that sorcery, including ritual human sacrifice and cannibalism -- were fundamental practices at various Southwestern "Anasazi" sites, including Chaco Canyon and Mesa Verde.

(Despite various theories, and mostly due to paucity of broad-spectrum evidence, neither anthropology nor archaeology really have much idea who the "Anasazi" really were, nor their predecessors, the "Archaics." Sufficient archeo-astronomic study has been done at Chaco to ascertain that the site Complexes were intimately connected, astronomically aligned, and very carefully and intentionally "decommissioned." In many instances, Chaco Complex structures were literally deconstructed stone-by stone. See, e.g., the Solstice Project's findings.)

The more knowledgeable (and sane) Native American medicine people of today do not share the politically correct/New Agey naivete of goofy Baby Boomers for all things aboriginal. They understand that evil dwells amongst all peoples of the earth, and most of them won't go near sites like Chaco and Mesa Verde. Bad medicine, they say . . . very bad.

Yo. The land is alive, after its own fashion. It retains and resonates the energies of its inhabitants.

Terror is particularly resonant. Sorcerers, whether archaic or modern, know this.

Amongst most pre-modern Mesoamerican cultures, public propaganda claimed that "propitiation of deities" necessitated fertility blood-rites. Underlying, however, are primal motivations of dominance and control by self-styled "elites" via techniques of mass-terror.

Same as it ever was. Spectacle is effective. See Joey Goebbels.

Blood-spectacle is particularly effective, imprinting deeply on both the individual and sub-collective (cultural/tribal) consciousness.Somehow, pre-1968, Leone [referencing Director Sergio Leone and his film Once Upon a Time in the West] got hooked-in to the sorcery/cannibalism activities of certain Southwestern aboriginal peoples and their sites.

Most magicko-architectural operations in the US appear to occur at "overt" sites like Washington, D.C. (the goddess Columbia's personal District! lol) and Nashville, Tennessee, a veritable NWO Woofer. :O)

This is meta-sorcery, hidden in plain view. Presumably a gargantual relief of Moloch would upset lunching officeworkers.

(Nashville's magickal Bicentennial Mall is discussed in Ragna Rok and Man Son Role. William Henry also scribes the subject. (Like most "researchers," tho, William is a commercialist and goddess-worshipper, at minimum. He figures the Goddess will lead him to the Grail, and pay him per diem!)

Speaking of Modeling the Wrong Behavior, Sweeping All the Clouds Away, and the NutraSweet Cookie Monster, certain Sesame Street episodes are now adults-only.

Big Sissie, wiping us all down with Lemon Pledge thirteen times a day. For our own good.

Four hundred million years old, eight feet long of poison sea serpent. Progenitor of modern spiders, mites, ticks and scorpions. The biggest bug ever.

Elsewhere this blog investigates occult elements of New Bedford, Massachusetts, including its unknown history as Founding Site of modern feminism, and its home to a King's Highway (a short commercial stretch of vehicular sadism, not unlike Edom, minus the vehiculars!)

The major city nearby is Providence -- the word often connected with masonic use, a way of avoiding "God." Scorpions suggest the Provincetown scorpion-tip (the apt-named Provincetown Spit) extending from the Massachusetts (Ma-Set) landmass into goddess Atalanta's Atlantic. [Above is just a link to Mapquest of this area, in case the link fails.]

Provincetown is a notorious gay community and resort on Cape Cod, where the Pilgrims signed the Mayflower Compact -- but presumably, not the Gay Rights Compact. Not that they don't carry compacts. [Ba-boom-boom, rimshot]

Wikipedia reports:

Provincetown grew rapidly as a fishing and whaling center. The population was bolstered by a number of Portuguese sailors who, hired to work on US ships, came to live in Provincetown . . . . [B]y the early decades of the 20th century, the town had acquired an international reputation for its artistic and literary output. The Provincetown Players was an important experimental theater company formed during this period and an example of intellectual and artistic connections to Greenwich Village that began then.

Portuguese sailors, whaling and its connection as feminist sipapu, giant sea scorpions, homosexuality, king's highway and the egyptian wilderness/desert, masonic Providence . . . then up jumps the Green Witch again.

These puzzle pieces fit the American "Eastern Establishment" fraternities, particulary Ivy League pirate/necromantic societies like the Skull and Bones of the Bushes and John Kerry . . . Kerry, Junior Senator from Massachusetts. Again -- the context is telluric magick, earth magick, massively enhanced by technology (particularly modern mega-architecture.) Noteworthy also is that "George" contains Ge (Earth) as both prefix and suffix. Roughly, the name means "God of Earth" or "Owner of Soil." The doubling reinforces and "brackets" the mater, matter, the inner meaning (or = ore.)

Similarly: Ma-Sonic. The root of enchantment is the verb chant. Music and math, Jubal and Tubal Cain.

Sticking with stingers and venom, and following on previous posts involving bees, Merovingians, psychonautic ELF buzzings, Colony Collapse Disorder, Melissae, black-and-yellow Templar colors, etc., the Charlotte (North Carolina) basketball franchise just unveiled -- for suspect and blatantly untimely reasons -- their new "Fleur de Bee" patch logo.

To l.d., as to his father, the Hive Mind represents Philip Kindred Dick's "Black Iron Prison" in all aspects, especially psycho-spiritual.

U.S. prison system a costly and harmful failure: report

By Randall Mikkelsen Mon Nov 19, 6:07 PM ET

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The number of people in U.S. prisons has risen eight-fold since 1970, with little impact on crime but at great cost to taxpayers and society, researchers said in a report calling for a major justice-system overhaul.

Like Paglia said, we're experiencing a Maternal Psychosis here. But she didn't -- doesn't -- know how old, deep, and well-manipulated that disorder really is.

It'll get worse. 'Twill bee seen to. It's their meal ticket, their trump card, their ruling ring. We must be divided, seem to one another as enemies. Males, in particular, must be depicted as evildoers, as perpetrators deserving of constant individual and collective scorn and punishment. It's the only way to make the world safe.

The NWO depends, above all, on this scapegoating technique. Females, as at the beginning, are susceptible to awarded power over males. This has always been known, but largely held in "suspended animation" until the ground was prepared. Nothing pleases the enemy more than destroying love or its potential, and transforming it into selfish forms of power.

Civilization depends on compromise between female and male desires/needs, which are often biologically in opposition. Now that the State and, to lesser extent the Church, act as enablers and enforcers of collective female fiat, male-female compromise is moot. Woman orders, the State facilitates, man obeys, and suffers if not. Woman cannot resist the lure of power, man cannot live shackled. Recipe for eternal confrontation.

The "unity" offered is false, a sugarcoated coercion. A Hive that looks and tastes sweet, but stings to death. The opposite of god's kingdom.

Very Cuckoo's Nest. Paglia confirmed. Enchained in Egypt.

Whoops well wanted to follow-up on Caxton Hall etc. but it'll have to wait. Only so much Bad News at a time, eh?

Do you know their names
Can you play their games
without losin' track
and comin' down a bit too hard?

Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
that they'll be giving away
when we all live together

(Bachman, Cummings)

Monday, November 05, 2007

Kristin Kvigne, This is Your Showcase!

Golden Boy

Egypt puts King Tut on public display

By ANNA JOHNSON, Associated Press Writer

Sun. Nov 4, 6:07 PM ET

LUXOR, Egypt - King Tut's buck-toothed face was unveiled Sunday for the first time in public — more than 3,000 years after the youngest and most famous pharaoh to rule ancient Egypt was shrouded in linen and buried in his golden underground tomb.

Archeologists carefully lifted the fragile mummy out of a quartz sarcophagus decorated with stone-carved protective goddesses, momentarily pulling aside a beige covering to reveal a leathery black body.

The linen was then replaced over Tut's narrow body so only his face and tiny feet were exposed, and the 19-year-old king, whose life and death has captivated people for nearly a century, was moved to a simple glass climate-controlled case to keep it from turning to dust.

The AP article extensively quotes Zahi Hawass, Egypt's omnipresent antiquities jefe. Nuggets:

"The face of the golden boy is amazing. It has magic and it has mystery."

"I can assure you that putting this mummy in this case, this showcase, can make the golden boy live forever."

The Friday, October 26 edition of TIME online features Sir Elton John performing onstage at O2 in The Revival of London's Millennium Dome, termed "one of the few manmade objects visible from space."

Upcoming gigs, including the gymnasties already mentioned: the "long awaited return" (ptooey) of the Spice Girls, and Led Zeppelin, via promoter Harvey Goldsmith, in a one-off reunion. Zep have many overt occult connections, of course. Page owned and resided at Boleskine House, Crowley's former retort on the shores of Loch Ness.

O2's arena act at the time of TIME's publication was Disney on Ice.



[Will Walt's pipe still light? heh-heh]

Disney's cryogenic suspension is a continuing legend (and distinct possibility -- he wasn't exactly the corner grocer, folks.)

Also "in the works" for the O2 Dome is a "permanent Cirque de Soleil theatre."

Invisible Sun Circus for a resurrected sun king?

And this month, the King Tut Exhibit opens at O2 for a nine-month run.

A reversed, carbonic gestation.

O2. A rejuvenated Dome for the Re-juven. Zahi: "This showcase can make the golden boy live forever."

The ancient Egyptians were very determined. Very serious indeed. Their theocratic civilizations focused total energy, bottom to top, on the sole transformative purpose of stellar resurrection via techno-sorcery. Like the Giza pyramids, the Egyptians were not interested in metaphor. Especially in harsh lands, form follows function.

Speaking of techno-sorcery, M15 today informs via AP of Children being groomed for terror.

Most people scanning news see only the headline containing the psychobombs children, groom, and terror. The actual article contains no sexual content, but the desired images and inferences remain in the readers' minds.

Not to say that some small amount of Paki-Brit teens aren't being trained in Pakistan. Quite likely. But the headline calculatingly impacts far beyond the story content.

Interpol today announced free use of "public appeal measures" to find and arrest pedophiles.

"Perpetrators can try to hide behind the Internet, they can try to live anonymously," said [Kristin] Kvigne. "But we are policing the Internet, and we will get them."

Mean time, Dory Devlin The Mom informs of the UK pilot project that tracks kids via RFID chips embedded in school uniforms. "For safety's sake."

Brittany flitters in, enticing, Brittany flitters away, slicing and dicing. She could be sane, but she won't. Others see to that.

Goya knows some real monsters.

England is indeed under attack from within. How prophetic of M15 to concur.

Pakistan ain't the problem, tho. That's only for The Endless War on Terror purveyors.

Egypt, obviously, is the problem. Necromancy, gold, sex-magick, goddess-worship, blood, human self-deification. ME in On. The realm of Brittany, of artifice, of illusions that enslave. Beyonce sailing through the Tower Bridges astride the back of the Boy King, offering again something she never delivers, can't deliver.

Never had to begin.

Wepwawet Anubis and Co. didn't just beam-down to Jolly Olde.

They were invited in.

As part of his lifelong series of goddess-invocations, Crowley in 1910 held seven "public performances" of his Rites of Eleusis at Caxton Hall in Westminster. Replete with robes containing the Triangle Eye!

Lest this seem silly and trivial, Crowley's chosen successor in Magickally Invoking the Goddess was uberadept Jack Parsons, the "Father of American Rocketry" and co-founder (and power behind) JPL.

Far too long a story for this space. Cliff Notes: before each test launch, Parsons invoked Pan. Pan-demon, Pandemonium. He got it, too.

The American Presence in heaven ensued.

Prior posts explored the power of place in San Francisco, New Bedford, Greenwich/Greenwich Village, and elsewhere. Caxton Hall recalls Carfax Hall/Carfax Abbey, "legendary" stronghold of old worm Nosferatu (noos = serpent, fer = serpent, atu = Atum?)

Carfax is also the crossroads-center of Oxford, England, a town-square dominated by Carfax Tower. Carfax means crossroads, an association usually diabolical and blood-sacrificial. A potent place. Rome called it quadrivium. Four Corners.


Oxford is the oldest university in the English-speaking world and home of the Rhodes Scholarship -- Cecil Rhodes and the Rhodes Trust. Cecil founded the De Beers Mining Company (diamonds and death) and sought to transmute the fading British Empire into a global "Imperial Federation" or "Imperial Union" -- a single, global enterprise and authority. He and his friends were patient and well-funded.

Such connections are documented elsewhere. Let's return to Caxton Hall at Oxford and wonder WHY a meticulous adept like Crowley chose it to advance his Re-arisen Goddess agenda . . . and why Richard Star-key also chose it for his own style of nuptials.

Egypto-Chaldean sorcery seeks immortality (divinity) through applied techno-magick. Power, sex, drugs, and rocket role. The collective will of various Egyptian civilizations was bent towards resurrection, divinity, and immortality. God does not decide who becomes stars -- nor who lives and dies.

Pharoah decides, under the Goddess' authority (the collective will of human females, expressed socio-politically.) In the modern world, Crowleyan Thelema and other self-serving, Darwinian creeds grant human beings divine will as Sole Law. Each person decides upon their own godhood. All is acceptable, as all are gods.

Khem Khaos.

But not everyone is quite prepared to dispense with the difference between what is authentic and real, and what is fake -- despite the collusion between (false) "church" and state to pretend otherwise. ("Nobody has protested against Beyonce. Never.")

Ah. Hem.

Moving from artifice to artifice, we learn that Caxton Hall was built in 1878 as Westminster City Hall. Caxton Street was originally Chapel Street. (Renamed for William Caxton, to whom we'll return. Point being, secular replaced religious in the very name of the street -- a dis-spiritment of place. Instead of acknowledging and remembering god, England paid homage to a dwarf selling indulgences. See below.)

As registry for Westminster, marriages at Caxton Hall were (are?) common, as were numerous important political meetings -- including many suffragette conclaves. From way Across the Pond, one begins to suspect if in the past five or six centuries Caxton Hall wasn't the repository and shelter of many masonic doings.

This page reports:

The Women's Social and Political Union (WSPU) activities included the holding of a ‘Women's Parliament’ at Caxton Hall at the beginning of each parliamentary session, with a subsequent procession to the Houses of Parliament and the attempt (always unsuccessful) to deliver a petition to the prime minister in person. It has been the scene of many political meetings in the 20th century.

In 1476, William Caxton set up England's first printing press, a skill he learned in Bruges (now a town in Flemish Belgium; perhaps related to Temple Bruer?) Caxton translated and printed various works, a task theretofore almost exclusively handled by clergy. Thus, the Word was secularized and de-spiritualized, made accessible but also common.

Caxton governed the Company of Merchant Adventurers of London, a commercial monopoly much anticipating the spirit, if not the actual matter, of the British East India Company. The Merchant Adventurers was a trade guild with roots in the Fraternity of St. Thomas of Canterbury.

[Check the Templar Cross on the East India Co. link! Wikipedia reports the Company was commonly called "John Company" (Johannite Templars) or "Company Bahadur."

"Bahadur" strongly suggests Tolkien's fortress of fire, tower of woe: Barad-dur [bar-rad-durr']. Sauron's power was invested, globally, in the One Ring. But the visible manifestation of his power was the proto- panoptical Eye of Sauron set atop the impregnable fortress Barad-dur (which is why only the Ring's un-making could destroy the Tower.)

Barad-dur, Roger Garland

Could J.R.R. have been unaware of the correspondence between Bahadur and Barad-dur? Not impossible, but unlikely. Tolkien was a distinguished Oxford Don of global philological merit, and he and wife Edith lived all around Oxford. He'd have known plenty about the East India Companies -- British, Portuguese, and other hydraheads.

One of William Caxton's earliest printing projects (1474) involved a volume on "Chesse" -- a game and subject dear to Templars and Tessellators everywhere!

Printer's Device, William Caxton (1478)

For the trooly diligent (masochistic!), here's an enlightening essay on Willie Cax' role in the development of the first Scriptures in English. (The Gutenberg Bible appeared in Germany circa 1454.) The essay on "The King James Version of the Volume of the Sacred Law" was delivered to the Grand Lodge of New South Wales and Victoria by "Brother and Reverend" Dr. Terence McKenna.

Terence McKenna, supposed "hippie philosopher," world-expert on psychopharmacology, student of "machine elves," Archaic Revivalist, contactee of "aliens," and producer of the 2012/Timewave Zero "novelty theory."

Terence, of course, was a longstanding goddess-worshipper and goddess-revivalist. He never quite took the bull by horns. Didn't know he was a mason, tho. Figgers.

McKenna reveals that William Caxton got underway in business by printing indulgences for profit. (Selling god's authority to forgive.) Also quoteable from Terence: "These doors were opened by the new technology of printing which had a devastating effect on mankind, much the same as computers and the Internet have had on us in the last twenty years . . . ."

The black face of the Golden Boy, like that of sol niger Crow-ley or Dark Madonna Beyonce, reveals the animal-aspect of humanity -- the alchemist's prima materia amok, become cancer. Dark Anubis the Jackal, base and scavenging, waltzes back down civilization's primal meridian, clever and unconscious as a giant squid.


As I was walking down the street one day

a pretty lady looked at me

and said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead

and I said

(Robert Lamm)