Friday, January 18, 2008
Phillip K. Dick, in his rambling exegesis, suggests that through alchemy a select group of wizards eternally forestall the apocalypse. The operation of this magick is carried out, thinks Dick, by the use of a recording or tape of some kind - a system that continually repeats a section of time on an endless loop. Dick proffers this theory as a possible explanation for the seemingly inexplicable deja-vu and synchronicity that plague our environment.
OK. I recently heard the following routine delivered by a stand-up comic: Hey, did you hear about that plane crash...everyone died, the plane itself was completely destroyed, but they recovered the Black Box, of course. What I wonder is, why don't they make the whole plane out of the Black Box?
Now, readers are probably aware of of the use of a black cube (box) as a symbol for the planet Saturn. Well, could it be that the synchro-mystic experience - documented by luminaries like Todd Campbell and Jake Kotze and the mysterious JB (to name but a few) - is the burgeoning awareness that we live in a reality on replay?
In this light our matrix seems merely the one indestructible component of a world doomed to die or already dead and our lives the endless analysis of a horrible catastrophe.
Jesus, I've been watching too much Stanley*... I need a smoke.
*article on Eyes Wide Shut coming soon to a blog near you!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Anon (JB, of course)writes,
I would appreciate your meta-logical thoughts on this: December 23rd, only 9 days from now, there will be a very rare planetary alignment in our solar system, forming a cross if seen from above, with the Sun in its center. At the same time, Venus will be seen with 13 stars above its "head", and the full moon beneath its "feet", mirroring the tarot. there were 12 apostles + 1 = 13
Sorry to take so long to answer, JB - I am an idle man.
The cube of space unfolded is well known to be a crucifix. The Sun at its Center is the Heart of Christ - this may seem too plain to be factual, but there is some pretty fascinating evidence.
More difficult - the Venus complex. You need some ground-work in Dante to make the connection - which is symbolic and alchemical. Dante's image of Earth has Jerusalem at the BOTTOM. Therefore: the Crucifixion of Christ draws a cross at the bottom of a circle. This image is a dead ringer for the planetary and alchemical symbol for Venus and the metal Copper.
Pun-ishment is a part of the process. In this particular case the pun is 'copper' as it is used to describe a modern policeman. The hidden glyph is the common colors of a traditional good guy uniform - a blue suit and golden regalia. These colors are associated with the image of Christ over and over and over again. It is this color combo that brought forth the many interpretations of Christ as a blond haired/blue eyed - not to be taken literally, but rather as code for the planet Venus and the metal Copper. The bible says Jesus' feet were the color of copper, and at last the Lord says I am your bright and morning star (find it!). So...
The 13 stars that crown Venus must be the Crown of Thorns. This may seem a bit obvious at first, but...
Surely Anon, you are familiar with the M/Da Vinci Code/Christ nexus. Well, dig on this...
M is the 13 letter of both the English and Hebrew Alpha-Bets, right? The punitive link is the head (crown!) of a birthing baby as it crowns (roses have thorns). The letter M is formed by the legs of the prone Mother giving birth. And of course, as a woman enters labor her Water breaks. The 13th letter of the Hebrew Alpha-Bet is Mem=Water. Mem means: WATER!
...and I was thinking to myself, this could be Heaven or this could be Hell.
It seems reasonable to infer that the alignment in question would represent the birth of the New Christ, be He a He- or She-, or maybe even Anti-Christ.
We have been told that the geometric rebus for Saturn is a solid Cube. So the alignment of December 23, 2007 could illustrate that the entire universe is within SATURN. To resolve this idea I pose that GOD does not make mistakes. A mistake is defined by the label itself. If any idee fixe, any co-ordinate of reality is regarded from any perspective as imperfect, then it is a MISTAKE. The body of humanity at large descry myriad mistakes. Mistakes riddle our reality. This has lead some thinkers to conclude that there is no GOD.
On the other hand, knowledge of Occult implies that GOD exists, but we do not. At least not yet. Humanity is without equivalence of form. By this model the reality that we enjoy (or despise)is non-existent; it is only the probability of reality, because the ultimate and as yet uncreated World is without Mistake.
I propose another alternative: reality is perfect exactly because it is NOT real. What I mean is, if one really meditates upon it: reality, everything, the whole lot, is impossible. The presence of the impossible, however difficult, implies perfect divinity. The difficulties, the travails and errors, in short the MISTAKES of our World are mitigated; dissolved by the stupendous probability that none of it is actually happening.
Unwind the Universe and look again.
Saturn - as a planetary body - is a phantasm. A false creation proceeding from the heat oppressed brain. The function of Saturn is that of probability. The current program is our common reality: Round Worlds, One-way Time, Vitruvian Body, Apples fall from Trees.
Jupiter is an optical read/writer. Venus(0) and Mars(1) are the infamous binary pair - all that is necessary to sustain the certainty of material imperfection. Mercury is a high speed digital processor. The Sun is the Power Source (The power of Christ compels you!! cries Father Merrin). The Moon is the shell of the false Matrix. The Universe is a Clockwork Egg that never was, but...
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves.