Saturday, August 1, 2015

Who Killed Cecil The Lion?

Yesterday, chatting with a Mr. Silver Pill of Ireland, I made a mistake, a simple error in addition, the sort of mistake that bothers & compels me to look deeply into what I have previously merely thought about.

Our discussion was prompted by Mr. Pill's question, posed on his YouTube channel, about certain term-values in the strange case of Cecil the Lion. I chose to contact the fellow because in the act of listening to his thoughts, my own unformed ideas gelled in an instant & I felt I could clarify for him a key detail. 

Later realizing my sloppy math & meditating upon it & just feeling a fool, I felt compelled to actually look at the matter & in the end the one fact I presented in my talk with the gent, a fact that I felt the most inappropriate stretch of connection, would prove itself in sickening detail.

First to the matter of my blunder.

3 + 5 + 3 + 9 + 12 = 32
C   E    C    I     L = 32
The addition of the letters in Cecil are 32, in my dumb cabasa I added them to 33. Sorry Mr. Pill, but it turns out this error proves a merit in two ways.  
As it is well know to students of gematria, the practical addition or subtraction of a single one from a sum total is established & studied deep back into the antiquity of Biblical & Koranic gematria.  
More thrillingly, allowing for the traditional +/- one, the correct addition of 32 proves more closely my main answer to Mr. Pill, who wanted to know what, if any, was the significance, the mantra-repeated-until-it-is-on-everyone's-lips-significance of Lion Slayer Walter Palmer's vocation, namely dentistry.
32 is the number of teeth in the adult human mouth.

The complete code is a block or a loop & thus the matter of dentistry does not present itself at once. I will present each key point as they occur to me, the complete significance is in the full loop, most of which I discussed with the charming & sagacious Mr. Pill.

The final shocker, which I discovered in the search to cover my lazy error, will be presented as my seventh proof, a proof now ordinary, obvious to me, but that was utterly outrageous to me as I presented it for the first time, less than 24 hrs ago.

As a hint of foreboding, it has all got to do, the terrible part of it, with the image you see here, below.


The keys.

1. Obama presents himself as The Lion King & in particular as the Disney Simba, destroyer of the dark-maned Scar. Zimbabwe, meaning land of the lions, derives from Simba, which means lion.

This first key detail, along with the fact the Obama is in nearby Kenya when the famously dark-maned Cecil is killed, presents itself at once to those accustomed to such matters.

  

2. Throughout his initial campaign for Prezzy, Obama self-conflates with JFK. Speaking at the Pergamom of Zeus in Berlin as JFK did. Accepting his nomination in front of a san-serif pergola similar indesign to the modest pergola at Dealy Plaza.


Owsald killed the Lion Kennedy, a detail presaged by Disney.


In my theory, Obama is an cartoon anti-Kennedy. Oswald the Rabbit, like his successor Mickey Mouse is very much a pickaninny, which is the cartoon depiction African. The pickaninny is defined by a contrasts of very, very dark, slate black skin vs. color blocks of white eys & red lips. I am comfortable stating to painful certainty that Mickey, Oswald, & many other 20th Century cartoon characters are in fact crypto-pickaninnies.

Top pickaninny, Google image search

I am also compelled by the story of Reverend Pinckney & his the coloring of his stately viewing.

Pinckney = a crypto-pickaninny? I think so.



The matter of Charleston is a no mere incidence of interest, it is an critical key to the mystery of Cecil.

3. The standard etymology of Cecil is from the Latin for blindness. This is a misleading conflation.

The correct interpretation of Cecil is from the Latin, by way of the the contracted ce cil, or ce ciel, meaning This Sky, or The Sky.

Ciel is also used to indicate The Heavens, Latin cieli meaning Heaven.

I add to this the vault of heaven as an arch. To me, this is a nice hint at the keystone, the Upper Arches of Freemasonry, at the 32nd & 33rd degrees. Recall CECIL = 32.

4. Ciel provides the common English derivation ceiling & therefore roof.

Charleston, South Carolina is nestled softly between the 32nd & 33rd parallels.

In 2007, nine firemen die when a Charleston roof collapses.


Later, Dylan Roof guns down nine good Christians for no good reason, among the victims our Rev. Pinckney. Dylan sports the flag of Rhodesia, named for Cecil Rhodes, also the acknowledged namesake of Cecil the Lion, who is killed in Zimbabwe, the former Rhodesia.


Ce-Cil the Lion dies under the House of Leo, a constellation which features nine main stars.


NINE!!

5. I watch Big Brother with my Mom--we do it for science. 

Phillip Zimbardo would approve.


In the current cycle of BBUS the punishment room is a dental office, with dental chairs for beds. The cast includes both a dentist & a character with a visible crown on her number nine tooth, a feature pointed out to other house guest by the dentist himself, a certain Johnny Mac.

Scroll to the bottom here, for documentation.

This matter may seem trivial, but there is something about dentist Johnny & that something is his extraordinary similar manner to the comedian Bobcat Goldthwaite.

Here's Johnny... check around the 2:25 mark for some Goldthwaite signs.


Here is Bob.


Bob of course, is overacting, but the similarity between Bob/Johnny Mac is fucking striking.

Now, a Bobcat is also a Leopard. Obama, by way of his own narrative, his biography, has conflated himself with the Leopard, a fact documented & augmented here by William Tapley.



It may seem a leap, but is Obama the Leopard also Obama the Bobcat Dentist & therefore, as established through the pickaninny connection, is Obama the real killer of the dark maned Cecil, just as his dizzy-Disney-doppler Simba killed the dark-maned Scar?

Yep sez I.

6. The term Charleston Carolina poses some interest, as Charles derives from the latin Carolus. Thus we have a Carolus Carolus, a CC & therefore a 33 to add to the 33rd degree of Charleston, South Carolina.

The 33rd parallel also passes through Jerusalem & here is where our connection to dentistry, the mouth & of all things diamonds, the diamonds of interest to Cecil Rhodes like the gold the interests of Nazi dentists.

Here we see the Rosh Tefillin in right profile. The image inscribed upon the tefillin is the letter Shin, which means & explicitly so, TOOTH.  


Here is a map of Africa. 

One can see easily that the outline of the continent is also the right profile of a humanoid skull. In The Revelation it is said that a great cube, a cube of massive dimension, will descend from the heavens & land upon Jerusalem 33, which firmly establishes the cameo of Africa as that of a humanoid right profile.


We can likewise discern the nation of Mozambique as the parted lips of this Great Head & the nation of Zimbabwe in the position of the mouth

One can further observe the Great Lake system as salival & nasal functions of the head, but the real kicker here is Zimbabwe as The Mouth & therefore the Teeth of the Great Humanoid Head.

CECIL = 32 = Human Adult Teeth.

Now the Hebrew Shin means literally Tooth, but is also use to signify a bright clear flame, a Shin-ing light, a light so bright & clear it floods the perception with white light.

In the study of diamonds, the so-called & thought impossible flawless diamond is described as that which catches, concentrates & reflects all available light into a point of complete & blinding brightness.

The Talmud scholars themselves refer to Shin as a jewel of light, a diamond, just as the term sephirot, the title given the houses of light in Talmudic scholarship, is the ancient source of the term sapphire

7. Would it interest you to know that high-power telescopic imagery of the Constellation Leo is blocked from amateur viewing by Google Sky & other sources. Check it out here, for yourself. 

This is my my big kicker, the horror of it, because I conflate the blocking of Leo with the blocking of what is one of the most pressing matters in human history, ever.


Right now, while Jimmy Kimmel cries, literally breaks down in grief over the Murder of Cecil the Lion, no body, NO-FUNKY-BODY in the MSM is crying out about about the Planned Parenthood debacle, which ought to be the hottest incident to be discussed right now, perhaps the single hottest incident in human history.

The death of Scar, Cecil the Lion grips the Disney zeitgeist when at precisely the same time when everyone who cares about humanity ought to be talking about Planned Parenthood & seeing this awful mess for what it is, murder. 

Planned Parenthood are a gang of Satanic butchers & it doesn't matter your politics, nor the politics of those who present the information.

Well, thee syncsters who have stuck it out this far, if the absurdity of Who Killed Cecil next to The Soylent Baby debacle, yeah, it is that bad, if this doesn't convine you that Planned Parenthood is a flatly evil organization to its core, from its eugenic roots & that Cecil is a derived mind-fuck, to purposefully distract from & confuse this revolting behavior, maybe these  final clues will get you thinking again.

Right now, something is happening in Leo, something big, that the little folks aren't supposed to notice. Something blocked from view. One may gather, from the keys thus presented, that there is some sort of cubical object approaching Earth. In dunno, but lots of smart folks of many different stripes think so.

One could say, in terms of this spectre ever nigh, that something crashes through Leo, into Leo, that the sky is falling, or the roof is coming down.

The the ancient Hebraic system allows for the termination of a pregnancy up to the 41st day, six weeks & six days, some time before the heart is formed.

Here is a healthy fetus at six to seven weeks.

 

Planned Parenthood, in a mighty ethical struggle, sets their limit at 20 weeks. 20!

Nevertheless, to avoid the statistical proof that only a small number of abortions take place at or near this limit, lets look at a 16 week old fetus, which Sanger's bloody clan can & will abort electively, just cause Mommie doesn't want to deal with it.

It can hear its Mother's voice, it is alive.


These are the creatures that Planned Parenthood can & will abort electively, which they then harvest for parts to donor research organization & who knows what else. I likewise aver that the claims of limited late term abortion at low numbers are false & that this evil organization pushes these boundaries gleefully, willfully, whenever they can get away with it.

But what does this have to do with Cecil, Cecil whose life was aborted  by a cryptic-Obama connection, Obama, who should have by now openly convened a commission into the Planned Parenthood scandal, but won't because he is a tranhumanist so its all good, right?

And what does it have to do with Leo, the Nine starred constellation blocked from refined view of amateurs?

Well, there is this.

Leo.


A wire-hanger, the dirty tool of a dirty job.

Do you see what I see? The shape of Leo & the shape of the wire hanger?

And of course, to use his tool of evil, the abortionist dismantles it as below, he in fact decapitates the wire, as seen here, in this image of a decapitated Leo.


This was my big stretch, the potentially inappropriate connection that embarrased me in my talk with Mr. Pill.

Then, looking for deeper detail to cover my 32/33 maths error, I came across this & felt myself vindicated. 

Ladies and gents, meet, Diamond Tooth Richards, Planned Parenthood Helm & now repugnant apologist.

Her friends call her Cecile.


Of course, comments on her apology are disabaled.

That's Rich, Cecile.

Another beheaded kid, who would not yield to the sluttery of Salome, cried out to all of us REPENT.

It's good advice, Cecile. 

Maybe the sky is falling & no time to be chicken anymore.

Pax,

Da WWWiz. 

Monday, April 20, 2015

Occult Humor by der zauberer

After he dies, Manly P. Hall goes directly to the library in Heaven, to make sure his opus Secret Teachings of All Ages is well displayed.

He is not at all surprised to find the book listed under the title A Controlled Sample of Potential Platform Simulations Derived from Platonic Epistemology & that all the copies were in Hell & overdue past grace to fours levels of manifold infinity.

All copies housed at Larry Screwtape, 666 Park Avenue, NY Apt. 237.
Current fines: The constant of 214, 748, 367 in a 64bit two's-complement format at a unit of 300 Krugerrands = constant 1   



Sunday, February 15, 2015

Catch 22 X Two -- Dennis Koch -- Gallery Luis de Jesus

In this new & terrible year, it has been my delight to assist in the creation of a catalog for the upcoming showing of Dennis Koch at Luis de Jesus, L.A. on February 21st.

Dennis is a pretty boss multi-media artist who is attracting some all-seeing type attention from disparate corners of the Great Cubic Matrix of Art 'n' Shizz.

For me, this collaboration was all that & a bag of 64 gig hot-cheddar Frito-Lazzles, my brothers & sisters.  A memory I will keep close.  Thanks, Dennis.

Below is a selection from my contribution to the catalog. 

Culled from my massive collection of arcana nervosa, wedged for nearly 30 years between a couple folders-full of my favorite Chick Tracts & my pristine collection of Classics Illustrated comics, is the essay Valis Schmalis, from Dr. Aziz Aziw.   The section below is the introduction to the full version of this mysterious antique pamphlet circa 1988.

If you are at all able, check out Catch 22 X Two at Gallery Luis de Jesus.

To read the full text, & enjoy Dennis' Art in your very own paws & that of contributor Talitha Wall, you'll want to grab a copy of the catalog.  Copies are going fast.  Available through Gallery Luis de Jesus.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard
The desert sighs in bed
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead 

- W. H. Auden


Inroit & Kyrie



In the 1970's, sci-fi pioneer Philip K. Dick attempted to clarify & then to document the nature of a sudden meta-vision, derived from a series traumatic psycho-active events he experienced in the wake of the Watergate scandal.


His attempt to apprehend this awful wave of truth would dominate completely his work & life for a decade, until his exeunt stage left into the wings of the Great Mystery Play, leaving for examination of his vision the shambling Ozymandian opus Exegesis, & VALIS, a gently fictional chronicle of his adventures during the period of his Watergate Breakdown.

The baseline of Dick's vision is that of a perpetual Time Loop, a loop designed to forestall the return to Earth the Kingdom of Heaven, a kingdom he proposes must exist only beneath the domain of a truly just & healing prince, whom he identifies somewhat skittishly as The Head Apollo.  

The fact that this misnamed Apollonian saviour in the most profane manner is also Christ, & in the most fine manner is precisely Christ, is a point of critical distinction, as in the key anecdote of his epiphany, Dick relates the conviction that the Loop is initiated by a group of shadowy magickians in & around the period of The New Testament Book of Acts.

Acts unwinds following the Crucifixion of Christ, to continue for about 80 Solaris Anni, until the destruction of the Second Temple, when Christ has promised to return, heal the meek & rid the face of paradise the wicked for all time.  

The magick of the Loop is that at the exact moment of The Promised Return, the historical timeline rears back upon itself, warping space & twisting the return of Christ into a retooled allegory of the horrorshow at Golgotha, 80 years or so gone away, when The Act begins again.

For a while, a Xerox of the typed-out version of Dick's Exegesis was available for study.  In the margins, pencilled in cursive scrawl by a friendly inquisitor of the manuscript, a precise term is used to describe the so-called bad guys in our story, the designers of the Loop.  

Jewish Alchemists.

!?

In spite of this blunt & finely targeted expression, that Jewish Alchemists designed the Loop, it seems that Dick did not undertake to illuminate for himself much in the way of Hebrew Mysticism or the widely known ancient documents of the Hebrew tradition, the essence of which one learns quickly to be welded at the foundation with Integers, or Numbers, as it is likewise welded with Hebrew Letterforms.

Had Dick sought out such a study, we submit that the factual existence of the Saturnine Loop of his celebrated vision might ring more truly, more brightly in these latter days of the self-satisfied certainty of science.  Moreover, Dick's ultimate attitude toward the Loop, which he also called a Black Iron Prison, which he perceived as strictly evil,  may be, in the halo of a more studious light, reevaluated with some delightful results.

We consider first a couple of basic axioms.

1) If Dick's vision of the return of the Head Apollo is an accurate vision, then the Loop is a temporary fixture, allowed to operate as an extension of human selective choice until the level of abomination reaches an offence too great to permit, when the entire Loop is justly destroyed.

2) If Dick's vision is flawed, then the Loop could be a permanent fixture, potentially representative to the finest degree of all cosmic phenomena & sensational experience.

There is a paradoxic irony in the tension between these axioms.  If one perceives through the lens of a need, such as the first axiom demands both the destruction of the Loop & the restoration of the Kingdom of Heaven, then any deeper understanding of the Loop becomes profoundly pointless.
On the other hand, should one observe a less outcome oriented approach to the material, the possibility for detail & even legitimate Gnostic inspiration seems limitless.

We choose the latter.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Moon In The Middle Tutorial Table Of Contents

Will be updated & brought to the top page with each new lesson.  Follow links to MRC.

TODAY is RED (1)

Friday, September 19, 2014

Midnight Mini #1 Alibaba Kazam!


Preamble...

Hey Madge, do you mind if I tell 'em that you are an incessant smoker & reader of paperbacks who propped lil' ol' moi in front of the boober-tuber to receive psychic transmissions directly from Stalinist Russian satellites 24/7 as soon as I was able to sit up without falling over?  And can I tell 'em just how many times you mused a comparison of my alcoholic embezzler & long-lost dear-old-dad to Jack Nicholson?

She calls back from the boiler room, "shut up, Stan".

I'll take that as a yes.

Jack, Ma & Danny
Got an email today from friend Denny Coq-au-vin, who thought I would find interest in a Japanese cartoon movie called Alakazam the Great.



I read his mail not too long before my traditional mid-afternoon 2 to 6 catnap.

Upon awaking, my Mom accosted me with some info she had heard on the BBC.  Here it is.

The biggest (or one of the biggest) IPO's in the history of the NYSE, from a Chinese Internet company called ALIBABA, the brainchild of a Chinese man my Mom insisted looks like a Macaque.

"That is interesting" said I to she, "because I just got an email from a dude, about this Japanese cartoon that is the story of a little Macaque who makes it big in the show-biz, but reforms & goes on to serve humanity in a big way.

"Really?" said she, adding "what was that show called?".

"Alakazam the Great", said moi.

Now, because I was still a little groggy froggy, it didn't click just so, & my old Ma slinked in to score the one-timer.  "Alakazam like ALIBABA?", she winced.

At this moment, I said something no young man should ever have to say to his Mom.

"Mom", I sprechen, "you just fucking blowed my mind".

It had to be said.

Here O Bruvvers & Seetsas, are the astounding details.

Alakazam the Great is based on a Chinese tale called Journey to the West.  Like the journey of a massive whale of a Chinese IPO heading into a Western market, an IPO with a decidedly Arabic appellation.  ALIBABA.

Here is a picture of Alakazam the Macaque.


Here is a picture of ALIBABA CEO and founder, Jack Ma, who my ma thought looked like a Macaque.


Does your inner monkey see what I see?

Now, here is the juice.


As many of my readers know, yer pal Da WWWiz doesn't get out much.  A couple of daze per Moon, to get the chores done.   The rest of the time I am home & alone, or with my dear old Madge, sharing a laugh over the Housewives of OC.

Well, just a very few days ago, I shopped for a new shirt at a big & tall shop I visit a few times a year.

It was an early hour.  At the check-out, I offered that I was rarely up at such an ungoodly time as 10 am, as I usually worked late into the night & slept in accordingly.

The fellow there asked what I did for a living & I gave the standard, "I'm a writer", which isn't exactly true, but much easier to explain without giving the dreaded TMI.

At this moment, a lady employee of the store jumped into the chat, & in an odd way to say the least.

She was a Chinese lady named Feng, with poor English pronunciation, in her middle 50's I reckon, a bit too friendly.  She inquires "You have a nice place to write?".

"Nah", says I, "I write in a dingy stairwell".  True.

And may the fires of Satan confound me for all time should I lie, here is what she said next.

"There's this movie about a hotel".

I waited like Phillip Petit waits for a strong breeze.

"It's got Jack Nicholson, and I'm kinda obsessed with it".


JACK MA!  Are you fucking kidding me Stanely?

(But in the dark ardent corners of a burned blue heart I whisper...Stan, my boy, I'll be yer mechanical bride like fur-evur, duder.)

And, for the last, thanks Denny Coq-qu-vin, & by the way...


Addendum Explanatium.  There are two Stans in this tale.  One of them is me ('cuz my mom calls me Stan).

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Jesus Christ Super Chicken or The Strange Case of "A-E-A" & the Robin Williams Sui-Murder on the Throne of the Feathered Serpent

Dedicated to the memory of Robin Williams, who feels to me like a friend somehow, someone I understand.  Long may you go wilding in ever-shifting, never-ending difficulty of beauty, which is truth, or something.  

Maybe it is just Jumanji.



Please apply musical selections where indicated.

***

"Nanu, nanu"

- Mork from Ork

"There's husbandry in heaven". 

- Banquo, from der schottische spiel


Over at The Kitchen Sink, I discuss the inevitable link of the death of Robin Williams to Auto Erotic Asphyxiation, in the main with two nice gals, Grassy Knoll & Joanie the Lens Key.  Grassy feels, & she feels firmly so, that the connection of this death to the AEA phenomena is profane, & perhaps unworthy of any legitimate occult bearing.

I am here to disabuse that notion.

Was the event itself an ordinary fatal AEA?

I am of no mind that such is indeed the case, & in the common way, there is clearly no point in this kind of speculation.  All of our info about the matter, by the time it reaches the gaping yaw of our personal hungry media-feed sources, has already passed through a massive intestinal orrery of gore & propaganda too much for all the Charmin in Charleston.

It is all shit.  Well maybe.  It certainly looks like shit.  Stinks to the rafters of glory.  Tastes like it too.  Good thing we don't step in it.

The trouble with shit is Merlin's Laugh, which informs that the deepest truth, the finest of all treasures, is discovered somewhere in a pile of shit, literal shit, steaming, golden feces, hidden like a needle in a haystack.

More like a crowbar in a silk purse though, once the process of collections & corrections fulminate into connection & then Gnosis.

On this particular case, our connection is the necessary understanding of the occult meaning of the A-E-A letter sequence, along with a few supporting details, to prove for certain that the practice of Auto Erotic Asphyxiation is intimately linked to the strange, difficult & truly fucking heartbreaking death of Robin Williams.

***

To begin, please look at Betsy McGee's superb expose on the Family Guy.  It is ALL worthwhile.  The section on Williams begins about half-way through.

Caveat: if, after looking at Miss McGee's thesis, if you, my pasty little reader, have any inkling that these extraordinary links are attributable to ordinary coincidence, please, go jump in the lake.  The one with the crazy Baptist.  Yeah, that river, 'cuz you need to wash your stupid brain.


What remains to dispense then? As the alternative to McGee's theory of predictive-programming & Illuminati mind-fuckery? 

Well, what remains to the interpretation of the Family Guy clues is that it is some sort of Cosmic Coincidence, an arch-typical synchronicity.

In her video, Miss McGee dismisses the possibility of Cosmic Co. Inky Dink in favor of outright conspiracy.   I'll get to why she is so obviously correct in just a wee smidgin, but for now, it is important to cover the territory of her dismissal.

***


Back in the '70's Philip K. Dick reported how some events from a novel of his materialized in startling detail into his world, so much as to draw him directly into the texture of his fiction in what seemed a random & almost meaningless choice.  Dick is not alone in this type of experience &/or delusion.  Marcel Proust & Poe, in their tech-free times, report a likewise experience. William Burroughs too, & the parochial Charles Hoy Fort.  The list goes on & on.

Syncing into the Maelstrom.

The experience itself can be explained easily in terms of regular confirmation bias.  With one's head & heart & gut going under in the waters of divinity, the artist or sympathetic type is able to draw easily a meaningful comparison from otherwise ordinary events to a peculiar & personal Cosmic fixation.

In the legal sense this first hurdle is impassible.  The matters of which we speak CAN NOT be proven, & thus are beyond the social intelligence.

But something unproven is by no means unknowable & for those with a thirst for knowledge & perhaps even truth, legal proofs become irrelevant.  Next to Knowledge & Truth, proof is a bag of old cheese.

So we face the problem of the unplanned Cosmic Corollary, the authentic sync.

In terms of the Family Guy clues, for myself mind you, I may have been on the line on this one, unwilling to accept that the symbols which telegraph the Boston Bombing & then later the strange death of Robin Williams are in fact placed within the media with the deliberation of its fabricators.

Unwilling, at least, until I hear for myself the words of Seth Macfarlane, who calls those "abhorrent" who decry these vague "co-incidences" as meaningful.  Well that's just bullshit, Mac.

Let's say, for instance, that Seth is in fact innocent of any knowledge or complicity in a predictive programming system of Nasty.  In this sense, his statements about "Turban Cowboy" are flat out fucking ridiculous.  At the very least any honest person would find these corollaries interesting & troubling, if not totally fucking boffo.

I mean, imagine if you had written a joke that would prove at some later date to describe in frightening detail some event of great suffering.  At least you say "Wow, trippy duder" or "Jeez, that is disturbing".  What you do not say is that people who see the same are crazy &/or "abhorrent"  To do so trends upon an Act of Evil, if not worse.

So we know that Seth Macfarlane is a stone mutha-phunking liar.  But curses, we are foiled again, because we do not know why he is lying, & that last step is a big, dreadful leap.

What we know is that "something wicked this way comes", that muckies in the media know it, channel it, maybe even control it. But WHAT IS IT? As ugly as things seem, the application of Gnostic Logick demands the suspension of Judgement along with the careful application of discernment.

What is it?

This must remain unanswered.  For now.

***

Now, to prove the value of the A-E-A sequence as an occult clue in the death of RW, I must do some stablishin'.

Let me tell you a true story, which is verifiable by the intensely cagey researcher John Fell Ryan.   We are in no way close, he & and I.   I often wonder if he thinks your pal Da WWWiz is a crackpot, so Cagey is John, but the man is legit.

Ace Kubrick researcher Rob Ager sponsored a pop-up forum devoted to all things Kubby.  It shuttled hundreds of threads of some of the best Kubrick & most hard nosed Kubrick research anywhere.

My total contribution to the site was less than 1%,l but my thoughts precipitated Ager first to ban & chastise me, then to rant like a nutbar at yours truly "Kubrick was a chess player & a film-maker not a MONSTER!" & then, without explanation, to nix the ENTIRE FORUM.  There is no doubt that he did so because he was disturbed by my influence.  I feel certain he became afraid of an element of his hero he could not confront, but that's just MO.

Of course, I did not suggest Kubrick was a monster, or even a "bad guy for certain".  In this matter my work is consistently ambiguous, to reflect my own love of the difficult depths of reality.  Instead I honed in on a code found in Kubrick that denoted the crypto-strangulation of a character in pretty much all of Kubrick's work.  I call this the Doc Strangle Love Code.

I'll give three strong examples, there are others peppered throughout my work about Kubrick.

In The Shining Danny is choked.  Jack suggests "he must have done it to himself".

In FMJ Pyle is told to "choke (himself)".  When he does so with his own hand, he is told to do it with the hand of the Sergeant who made the order.

In Strangelove, the Doctor has a split personality, with the implication that one of his arms is out of his own control.  This arm wears a gloved hand, which may also indicate that the arm is an actual transplant or bionic arm.  The hand occasionally attacks the Doctor with a grip around his neck.

In each of these examples, the strangulation has a dual description.  Is it self-strangulation, or is it the act of an outside influence or program?


In my discussion at The Sink it was the probing Miss Grassy that opened up a new eye upon this matter of the Kubrick Choke Code, the A-E-A sequence, & the hanging of RW.

There is some delicacy of reasoning here to touch before the final details.

Don't give up on us, baby.


***

The last Hebrew letter, the Hebrew Omega, is called Tav.  Tav is a word too, & it has, like many of our English words, more than one subtle meaning, subtle meanings connected under deep etymologic codes.

Tav means in the main, Drum &/or Cruciform.  The hidden connection to these terms is that they describe something "pulled taut & fixed", the way a drum skin is pulled & fixed across a drum, the precise way that a man or woman may become crucified upon a cross.

In Revelation, the completed Christ names himself Alpha & Omega.  These Greek letters have a precise simulacrum in the Hebrew letters Alef & Tav.  As Alef/Aleph Christ is the OX or more precisely the Yoked OX, who pulls forward the teleology of human spiritual history, just as his father Cain establishes the mainstay of human existence here on Planet Oit, namely, agriculture & the husbandry of animals.

Conversely, as Tav/Omega, Christ is Crucified.  Pulled taut & fixed like a guitar string.  It is these two seeming opposite dignities of divinity that form the foundation of a) a reality that can change in any way, the way a guitar string can be tuned, while b) remaining permanently stable & most importantly unbreakable.

Interestingly enough, Philip K. Dick poses the question in his Exegesis.  "How do you create a Universe that doesn't fall apart (at once)...?".  By what mechanism?  The dual divinity of Christ, to the schooled Occult Gnostic, is the precise mechanism in question.

To the knowledge of the letter & term Tav, we add this little-known tidbit.  In early pagan myths of Christ, he is not crucified but hanged, pulled taut on the end of wire, while the letter Tav looks just a little more than remarkably like a man hanging from a gibbet.


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Now, I don't know about you kids, but when I was a lad, we sometimes called masturbation choking your chicken.  I do not mention this anecdotally, but rather because it reveals a key detail in the crypto-punny story of Christ & in our investigation tonight into RW's weird transfiguration.

The main thing about Christ is what he represents as a Human, & that is The Rejection of Death.  

But what is usually missed about this feature is that it is also the rejection of earthly nature, which is that of blunt, unconscious decay & blind regeneration.  The idea of Death is repugnant to ALL humanity, in spite of some growing new-age claims of the suspension of that repugnance.   Any form of spirituality, regardless of the vagaries of its language & of its rhetoric, implies a transcendance of the being, & transcendance IS NOT Death.  Not the blunt Death of earth bound nature, which mulches the concentration of spiritual memory into its base atomic elements to be reformed at random by natural selection.

This fear of Death, this repugnance of Death, & finally, this rejection of Death is precisely what it means to be a human, and it is the precise Mission of Christ.

It is most necessary to see this rejection of annihilation as a Fear, a Fear unique to human beings.  Animals fear pain & physical damage, & thus will rush straight into the arms of terrible danger without hesitation.  Humans fear annihilation & thus will stand in line to for pay for iPain.  Everything, every fucking thing about reality on this planet attests to these simple, bald-faced facts.  But most humans will reject this truth like a blind man rejects a newspaper, as useless in their hands.   

Now this whole rant about Death really matters in terms of the aforementioned pun regarding Christ, as Christ is the avatar of this human fear & the avatar of the desire for eternal truth.  

Cryptologically, Christ is connected to the Roman Sun God Apollo, & although this is by no means the story entire, it is a hot hot clue.

Because we speak of this Fear of Ultimate Death as the lynch pin of Christ's Message, we may conflate, just for a moment, the term chicken as one who is afraid.

The term Apollo breaks down as a-pollo, or a chicken.

Here is where all the stuff about Tav, the crucifixion & the gibbet goes all pop-eyed.

The act of masturbation, for a male, is dangerously similar to the act of a hanging.  As a matter of record, the hanged male often ejaculates at the moment of tension.   Horny or not, it just happens sometimes.  

Moreover, in a state of deep depression &/or mania, the deeply embedded human desire for a spiritual transfiguration rises faster than a David Lee Roth show.  Or so I am told.  As we have seen, hanging is a well rooted method to achieve this transfiguration, & it is also perhaps the most easy form of self execution to undertake without the breaking of the skin or the need for an instrument hard to acquire.  This ease of execution is a really important point I will connect ahead.

Add to the the idea of this transfiguration the very heavy emphasis of our age & times on sexual satisfaction as an absolutely necessary component of the New Spirituality.

Am I making my case yet?

Yeah, I is.

Now we connect the final thread in the case of "A-E-A & the Robin Williams Sui-Murder on the Throne of the Feathered Serpent".

You can leave your hat on.


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To begin, I want to explain my first association to the AEA abbreviation.  Unbelievably difficult occult super-genius Julius Evola called EA "the cry of the serpent" & associated it with the transfiguration of Knowledge to a Higher Realm.

The conflation of serpent/phallus stands for itself.

Next, & here is where it gets meaty, we go back to the master, SK.

In 2001: ASO, Kubrick uses Strauss's well known Nature Theme to frame the mystical orientation of his film.  The theme, heard in the rising trumpet melody & in reverse in the thunder of timpani is expressed as the 1st, the 5th, & the 8th notes of a major scale. Because this 8th note is an octave, it is the same tone as the first, but at a high frequency & thus also connoted as the 1st note of the scale.  It is common for musicians to refer to this sequence of 1st, 5th & 8th notes as simply 1-5-1.

Although Strauss's Nature Theme is in the key of C, it is obvious the A-E-A sequence is also a 1-5-1.

Kubrick reinforces the 1st, 5th & 8th/1st motif when we are introduced to the AE-35 Unit, the communication array of the Discovery vessel, which looks just like a spermatozoa lost in space.  Of Course AE-35 is also AE 8 & therefore A-E-A/1-5-1.


Are you getting my signal yet, 'cuz here comes the strangler.  When Poor Frank Poole goes into space in his urine yellow suit, to repair the AE-35, he is strangled to death by a space pod only he should control.  

1st, 5th, 8th/1st
A-E-A
1-5-1
AE-35
Poole's Death by Suffocation
AEA abbreviation
Auto-Erotic-Asphyxiation

Are you kidding me, Stan!?

Fucker.  Stone fucker.

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But this is all about Robin Williams right, my fellow jerk-off in the sky.

In his stand-up, Mr. Wiliams called his pocket-friend Mr. Happy, & gave it full status as a human character.  He self-identified as a constant masturbator.  Mr. Happy, according to the wiles of Aleister Crowley, who conflated the Sun & Happiness, could be easily interpreted as Mr. Sunshine & thus as Mr. Apollo, the oft-choked chicken of so many bed-time tears & self-inflicted jeers. 

Williams's seminal character Mork from Ork proclaims Nanu-nanu, & although it may be a stretch, because of the repetitive nature of the term Nanu-nanu, it is possible to read Onan-Onan.  This particular type of code is called a lexigram, & while you may take it lightly, NSA analysts do not.  

Onan is, of course, the sacred father of jerkin' off, although what he did really was pull out before lift-off, spilling his seed in a moment of Havlockian castration anxiety, & this little detail is muchos importante.

Hang on Sloopy!


First let's examine what we have learned about the Alef/Tav circle of life & compare its themes of something yoked & driven forward, which is Alef, & something held taut like a string, the Tav  Let's compare these images to the act of male self-masturbation.

What, do you people need a compass here?

Next, let's take a look at Mork from Ork & remind of the already suggested connection to Kubrick & Clark's David Bowman, who would become The Star Child, which we, among other excellents, have decoded to mean The Moon Child, & to me, more meaningfully, The Egg Child.

In 2001: ASO, HAL, the mutant computer and real hero of the movie, suffocates Frank Poole & tries but fails to do the same to Captain Dave.

Later, on anther movie set, Mork from Ork plays perhaps the returning version of Bowman, a possibility firmly hinted by the show's creators.   The new Dave, cracked out of his Egg (& out of his gourd), feeling all sorts of slap happy.  Like Bowman, Mork is dressed in Red.  Mork also sports silver triangle on his red space suit.  Silver is the occult Moon/Egg.

I think by now, Dear Miss Grassy Knoll, I have made a decent case for the hidden & deeply fucking eldritch connections between the death of Mr. Williams & the act of Auto Erotic Asphyxiation.  

I would NEVER claim that his death was in fact such an act, & add that this investigation is motivated by Love, which is the Law these daze.

Furthermore, I can tell you, at some length & some other time of a man I know, who sitting quite happily one day, not too long after a healthy reflex action, if you get me, how this man sitting quite happily in the very finest time of his life, without a single care or worry, made a split second decision to hang himself.

They told him he was sick, that his act was a kind of a delusion.  He knew better.  He didn't know why, but he know he had been triggered somehow, so he started to examine the unique details of this horrible & life-shattering event.

There was only the one thing to stand out, the big change in his life.  Namely that at the time of this awe-full event & for the first time in his life, he began to study media codes, & in patik the codes of Stanley Kubrick

Later, he found them.  This article is one tale of the tape.  Another is a permanent scar around his neck.

But maybe you need the most direct of all connections I can give to the A-E-A sequence in the death of our subject tonight.

I have explained how the Alef describes an OX in a Yoke, & also an erect phallus in a tight grip.

But what about the E in the sequence?  What does it mean?

As you look below at Mork from Ork, Jesus Christ Super Chicken, coming out of his shell into the Happy Sun so proud & friendly, consider the meaning of the term Heh, the 5th letter of the of the Hebrew alphabet, & the acknowledged partner of the English letter E.  A meaning established in the very most sacred of texts, and repeated like a hammer in all of its worldly tongues, tones & notations, & so well understood nowadays among occulties, it is practically de rigeur.


SEED!!!

(Da WWWiz OWT! Drops mike, takes long nap.)