Pubic Relations

The film maker Jean-Luc Godard admonishes, "If you want to criticize a movie, make a better movie".  It is in the same spirit that the following fiction is proposed.  It is a fiction critical of another fiction, and so is hoped to expose the elusive shape of Truth that is the supreme subject and secret wish of every artist, writer, adventurer and dreamer.

Our subject is the recent riot in Vancouver, Canada and le grand baiser that is being fronted to mitigate the agonizing social malaise that is the basis of that riot.  This now universal image and positive cosmic cypher is a fake, a staged event.  It is very much a fairy tale, meant to allay the growing fear of social and civil fragility.  It is an occult message.

Oh, it happened, all right!  But where?

  

The depth of messaging is extensive, as it is connected to pre-existing forms dating to antiquity.  Enough to fill a book, but we shall focus only on the following salient points...

-  Catholics vs. Protestants
-  The Dutch Connection
-  The Hus of Windsor
-  Wills and Kate visit Canada
-  Heiros-Gamos
-  Israel Blues

We will not condescend that this kiss-off is a legitimately organic occurrence, caught on camera by an intrepid shutterbug.  Such discussions are rightly confined to the realm of non-fiction.  The fact that real reality is fiction is an accepted premise of our venture.  Non-fiction is literally for the kids.

OK, to get right to it, what is shown in this erotical planking prank is Wills and Kate getting down to "bid-ness time".  Because of the clarity of this manifestation, we suspect that the act pictured probably takes place at some kind of Eyes Wide Shut type of Sex Ritual Ball.  The same sort of act is also depicted in the very final scene of A Clockwork Orange, where Alex wrestles with a naked girl as onlookers dressed in finery cheer on and applaud.  Yet another likewise scene is staged in the Keanu Reeves vehicle The Devil's Advocate.  To inflate our fiction to its maximum proportion, we aver that this union of Prince and Princess has resulted in the conception of a Moonchild and potential World Leader Anti-Christ.

Vancouver, Canada is a Dutch Settlement and bastion of Dutch Maritime Admiralty.  The entire province of British Columbia is the safe zone for every kind of radical Protestantism and most notably those of Dutch tradition.  William of Orange, ancient monarch of England and rightful Prince of Orange, successor to Dutch territories, fought Catholic influence fiercely throughout his reign.  As we continue, please keep in mind that the current House of Windsor is the cryptic ancestry of the Princes of Orange.  Windsor is a play on words meaning Wind of Gold, Wind of Orange and Wind of the Sun.  William Windsor is to be the Sun King.

Boston, Mass. is an entrenched Roman Catholic magnet.

Thus we see that the Vancouver/Boston Stanley Cup Finals are in fact the continuation of a discourse that reaches back at least to the Dutch Reformation and the divisive schism between the RC's and the British Protestants.

For six games the series is terse and polite.  Each team wins only on its own home ground.  By the God given science of statistics, Vancouver has rights to the series.  The final game is on Vancouver Ice, a privilege earned because of the team's overall league standings for the season.  But the Catholic Bruins have a slap up their ample sleeve and turn about the series for Stanley Cup Glory.  In yer face, Martin Luther!

To add insult upon the inglorious heathen Protestants, the Boston Altar Boys have prepped and prayed to capitalize on Vancouver's rep to riot when they lose at hockey.  City planners have done everything possible to avoid this outcome, but the Jesuit insurgents, olds hands at this game and "disguised" as factions of Black Anarchists, aka "drunken Irish assholes", tear the shit out of beautiful downtown Van.

Something must be done!

Well it just so happens the timing is right for a touche distinctment grande.

Kate Middleton is nobodies fool.  She knows going in that sooner or later, she'll be totally starkers, humping Wills madly at some weird druid ritual.  And right out in front of the Mean Old Queen and her cronies from the Royal Garter, all of them naked and wrinkly, chanting some Satanic mumbo-jumbo, playing Pan flutes as they masturbate in rhythmic unison.  Kate knows the game all right, but she has been a bit shy since the wedding and the Queen is getting a anxious to see some action.

The trouble in Vancouver is too much to ignore, and the Queen lays down the law.  A real victory is required, to show those uptight faggots at the Vatican what's what in the World of Magick, and to restore some peace of mind to the violated Vancouverites.  Ritual Sex is the solution.

Love conquers all and as Wills and Kate begin their horny, thorny embrace, and by the power of Magick denied by muggles everywhere, the lovely couple become manifest in a ray of light out amid the burning terrors of post-loss riot, right there on the streets of Vancouver.  Of course, the blessed event is the conception of the child that will unite the world in peace as his father William Windsor, the rightful Prince of Orange will unite Europe and drive out the Roman Perversion for once and for all time.  But for today, for Vancouver, it is just good  Pubic Relations.        

The color of Kate's jacket, which stands out from the rest of the photo, is of a very special hue, called Tekhelet. This color, which is sacred to the Jews, is produced only when the dye mixture is exposed to the sun.  This is one part of the clue, and also recalls the name of Windsor by way of a Sunny metaphor.  Moreover, those versed in sexual magick are aware that this symbol also shows the union of the male and female pubic triangles. It is commonly called The Star of David, but is in fact termed The Shield of David.  The central hexagon produced by this union is more properly a sexagon.

The next part of the clue comes from the so-called "non-fictional" account of the photo, given by the media.  We are told the young lady stumbled from a collision with a "police shield".  Shield is the term given by policemen for their badges.  These shields are commonly six-pointed stars, especially in the Continental American West.  And of course, the famed color of coppers is as "boys in blue".  The coded message is that the girl is fallen upon by the Shield of David.  David, the lover, who is the Seed of Christ and thus the seed of his antibody.  The Shield is the numerical succession of of the three magnitudes of 6 that equal "six hundred threescore and six".  666.  There are 6 (six points on the star, each equal to 1 and therefore Alef ), 60 (six triangles, each a Hebrew Yod and each equal to 10), and 600 (the central hex, which is final Mem when projected into 3d and thus equal to 600).  It is interesting to note that to pronounce this sequence with Mem as a final would be "aaaaaayyyyyym", or an ecstatically articulated "I AM".

So...

It seems that for the moment, some hope of  Jerusalem's return to the shores of England's green and pleasant land remain on course, if somewhat tenuous in certainty.  And we can all be sure the rotten Romans aren't finished yet.  Old Papa Razzi is buckled in for a fight, and has his own miracle in store, snug as a bug in a trapezoid, beatified and fit to be cloned.  A box of calcified Poop.

Of course, the author of this article does not endorse the Priesthood or the Empire or any of their nasty and highly entertaining trickery. We love to hate and hate to love them both with equal fervor.

We only recommend that it is all fiction and to stay tooned droogies, stay tooned.

New Blog--New Article

Yeah, I know, it`s boring to start a new blog, but I have been itching to do so for sometime, to do something more cohesive than the Da WWWiz.  I suspect I may lapse back into my old ways at somepoint, but for now my new blog is called...


Hermetic Occult Secrets of the Occult

and the first entry is called The Five Occult Elements and What They Mean To Everyday Life

I hope you will read it and like it too. Please follow my measly new project at your own pristine discretion.

Peace to All Good Tickle Brains and Hopes of Your Happiness!!

It's A Hyper Cube

It is the Right Profile of a Humanoid Skull

   

The point of contact--Skull to Cube--is analog to the NE tip of the Persian Gulf--where sits the Mighty Jerusalem

It is the Jerusalem Cube--which according to Revelation descends upon Israel

Resistance is Un-Dylanesque

Dallas Before Lunch

Point of contact, of the rifle with the skull.  A very Lucky Shot.  Back-up Gunmen in the foliage.  One most definitely can "...wait to be King".

Where It's at on Da WWWiz: Busy Procrastinating

In a recent comment, reader "Life Cubed" recommended a very interesting series on YouTube.

I have looked and think that readers may find it interesting.  I myself, am really intrigued, and I may work up a post on my thoughts.  Here is Part One.

Pax Owt 'Til Then,

Da WWWIZ

Just Keep Rolling: A Response to KE

As I Was Going To St. Ives...

Dear KE,

I read the comments that you linked to in my comments section.

First, to get it out of the way, let me say that if you have thoughts you wish to express that are in any way inspired by this blog and its subject matter, please feel free to do so to your hearts content.  I won't edit or block your comment.  The choice belongs to you. 

Regarding your comment at the Christian blog, and your comments on Gnostic Maroon V, I hope the following thoughts are helpful or at least interesting.

To begin, I reflect that according to my own philosophy there is nothing at this blog, nothing I have written or said, indeed nothing about my existence at large, that has any fixed or absolute value.  I express my Adventures in Gnosis because it pleases me to do so, and because sharing that joy with others is the source of increase.  My system of reckoning, however, does not allow me to attach "specific" importance to anything I do or say.  Here is why, and in this explanation, I think you will find the key to a perspective I enjoy.  From there, it belongs to you.

When I was a kid, I was exposed to the idea that a full and meaningful life must include travel, education, and the appreciation of culture other than one's own.  I liked this idea, because I wanted power and wisdom and a good time too, but I was nevertheless troubled by what I perceived as a flaw in the notion of enlightenment by way of knowledge and experience...

Namely, that if one has to learn, travel and become cultured to be wise and be happy, then it follows that this wisdom, this happiness, this salvation, may be permanently unavailable to countless people restricted by class, intelligence, geography and history.  By this evaluation, I concluded that such salvation must be innately false.  I became convinced and so remain to this day, that truly abiding wisdom and peace must be available to all and any who seek it, and without artificial, social and hierarchic hindrances.

This attitude allowed me to pursue a strictly thought based pursuit of my quarry--Total Gnosis.

The question of God, as a creator and as an absolute value, is the real challenge here, and what I have learned about this subject is the basis for my perception of reality.

I am very much faithful that there is a God, One God, and that this God is supremely, indescribably, even impossibly good.  Because of my Catholic upbringing it is convenient to express this faith in terms of the Christian Mystery, and in a very real sense, I consider these observations to be cosmically and gnostically valid--factual.  They may also be absolute, but it really doesn't matter if they are or are not, because there is no way I will ever know for certain.

Thus, I report that a mature Gnosis is the attempt to balance perfect doubt and perfect faith.

It must be understood that the faith I invoke is completely void of particular detail.  It is no more and no less than the unshakable optimism that in spite of the awful facts of our botched existence, that somehow, someway, it is all for the best.  Indeed, not merely the best, but the very best our hearts, souls and mind can conceive, and more.  Clearly, such faith is completely beyond reason, which is exactly why it must be freighted with vicious and unyielding cynicism and doubt, not only in one's beliefs, but in the validity of one's own most cherished experience.

Let us examine a simple practice of such a faith doubt, and the results it must produce.

Consider the paradoxical axiom that is the banner to my blog: Nothing is Impossible and So is Everything Else.  Apply this idea to your present situation, however ordinary or awesome it may be.  Any honest meditation upon one's own experience, prosaic or profound, is bound to its limit by a simple fact: it is IMPOSSIBLE.  There is not a single thing in human history or in the cosmology of quantum reality that is at all possible.  Reality is IMPOSSIBLE.

Thus, we see that whatever is happening, wherever it happens, it is in fact a total miracle.  When this hits you full on, double rainbow, so to speak, it is the permanent installation of Gnosis and the seed of Ultimate Faith.

Fantastically, the same model can and I think ought to be used as the standard for Divine Doubt, and here is where I shift into the direct address to your own questions as reflected by your comments here and at the Christian blog.

The real God never talks to or influences the behavior of human beings.  In fact, this legitimate Super Being could not do so, and would not, even if it could.  Here is why.

Consider the conundrum of Hamlet's Father.  A ghost appears to Hamlet in the guise of his father, but there is in fact no way for Hamlet to know this to be a true representation.  The finest intuition must fail the identification.  There may be a force or even a technology at work that is beyond Hamlet's comprehension but that could nevertheless be very different than God (the Father) and very counter to the motives and unimaginable operations of that God.

The philosopher Jacques Derrida puts it nicely when he claims to "pass as an atheist".  Doubt, holds Derrida, is the only way to access the sacred, because the sacred must be inherently beyond comprehension, intuition and temporal reckoning.

Another fine example of this idea emerges from the interpretation of 10th Century Christian Mystic Meister Eckhart, given by Andrew Davidson, in The Gargoyle...

'...Meister Eckhart would not even admit that God was good....Eckhart's position was that anything that was good can become better, and whatever may become better may become best. God cannot be referred to as "good", "better", or "best" because He is above all things. If a man says that God is wise, the man is lying because anything that is wise can become wiser. Anything that a man might say about God is incorrect, even calling Him by the name of God. God is "superessential nothingness" and "transcendent Being"..."beyond all words and beyond all understanding". The best a man can do is remain silent, because anytime he prates on about God, he is committing the sin of lying. The true master knows that if he had a God he could understand, He would never hold Him to be God.' 

Needless to say, Eckhart was called a heretic and tried for blasphemy.

A great lesson is given in a Chinese proverb.  God finds a man of excellent virtue whom he wishes to reward, but realizes that such a reward may in fact spoil the man's goodness.  God decides that the solution is to allow the man, should he desire, to bring goodness and joy wherever he goes, but to also deny the man knowledge that he possesses such a power.  God is so pleased with this gift, it is given at once to EVERYONE.  The model also shows that after this initial contact, God must never intervene in creation again.

Now, I don't proffer any frontal attack upon those who insist they have spoken to or intuited a communication from God or divine consciousness, although I reject the sensibility of such claims.  Hell, I don't even credit well founded claims of common sense and empirical evidence--least of all these to solve the mystery of mystery!

These are very strange times, heady times, times on paranoid alert for the institution of a Grand Illusion of self importance, and from every angle imaginable.  The irony is that real down-to-earth seekers like yourself are the most susceptible to this pressing delusion.  I do not judge.  In the summer of 2001 I fell prey to such self-delusion and it nearly killed me, and completely destroyed my already tenuous social reputation.

Ces't la vie, my friend.  It is all in the game.  We are all a little crazy here, and more than a little sick.  The finest, funnest people are those that know it, the monster yearning from within, the terrible, horrible magick of it all, and find beauty anyway.  From your comments, I deduce that you are on the horns of the same beastly dilemma.  Doubt is the way Out of delusion and into Total Mystery.  You will find God only in the midst of consuming disbelief.  You must doubt yourself to find YourSelf, and in all likelihood, You Will.

To close, here is a fairly well known quote of dubious origin, but that sums it all up to a tee.

"Seek the seekers of the Truth.  Avoid those who claim they have found it".

Trust the machine, and just keep rolling.


Pax Owt for Now

Da WWWiz

Quiz Show Update, with a Special Message for LeMage

Upon posting my previous post, "Quiz Show Holocaust", my computer crashed in a spectacular fashion--and literally one second after I clicked the post button.  I have returned today to cyber-space to discover that somehow a key paragraph in the original article is gone.  Literally vanished.

What is funny about this is that a well known reader here, a certain JB LeMage, made not one but two comments about this very missing paragraph, neither of which appear here on the blog.  I am aware of these comments because they were auto forwarded to my email account.

I wonder if I have been hacked and if so to what degree.  For now LeMage, our connection remains alive.  I would appreciate if you would leave another comment, to see if it is accepted.

I am really chilled and delighted by this turn of events.  What a thrilling world is this.

Presently I am working up a small post to respond to a comment from "KE".  A thoughtful comment on a much older post.

Also, the latest episode of "Nova", about "Watson"'s appearance on Jeopardy, is over loaded with clues.  It is worth a look if you can find it.  To solidify the conflation of Watson with the Eye on the Bill, and the Eye, and the IBM I Beam (EYE BEAM), take a look a Watson's avatar.