Tuesday, August 31, 2010

8/30 and the Flaming Hare

Two months ago, the crew at the Sync Whole began to look into the Easter-resonant 7-11 eclipse, which overlapped with my look at the WhiteSun at the center of the BP logo. Pentecost, a biblical Ayahyasca ceremony, is also known as Whitsun. It was said to have occurred 50 days after Easter. So, I counted 50 days out from the Easter-resonant 7-11 eclipse, and marked 8/30 on my calendar as a date to watch for Pentecost symbolism. The Pentecost is most commonly identified by flaming tongues sprouting from the heads of those experiencing the holy spirit.

Yesterday, on 8/30, the Sync Whole posted this image:
That image comes from a post all about the birthing of human consciousness and spiritual awakening via A Fiery Birth. Here's the placard (beside a Canadian lake that was formed by a meteor impact) from which the post gets its name:
Just the night before, I had stood in a subway station analyzing the logo for the US Open. What struck me was that the flaming logo was orange - not the expected yellow of a tennis ball. It all makes sense however, once we realize that the US Open, which began on the fire-in-the-mind-resonant 8/30, has a logo which looks EXACTLY like the meteor impact sign.
Perhaps it is a sign telling US to be OPEN.

Purely as a sync log, I feel I should mention that their post also goes into concepts about the word Nisan. Well, the day of the Beltane fire festival, a flaming Nissan Pathfinder caused Times Square to be evacuated here in NY/OZ. It was that event that got me to look at the wheel of the year as an important indicator.

And here we have today's Drudge headlines, telling us of three fiery stories from yesterday's 8/30 event.

So, if we are to be open to the awakening spirit, perhaps we should be looking to receive transmissions from the satellite heart. That idea goes hand-in-hand with flaming tongues, or even Flaming Lips.
Gotta love the random 24 (which is the same as 42)

And, as Kubrick and Clarke make clear, you don't get to the 42 of Jupiter without first going to the Moon. So here we have a literal Moon goddess, in the form of Sailor Moon, playing tennis - bringing us back to the US Open.

Another interesting factoid is that, in the horrid American dubs, they change Sailor Moon's name from Usagi Tsukino to Serena. I'm sure this year's US Open will involve press about Venus and Serena Williams. It should be noted that the character Sailor Moon (Serena) was based upon the artist's first creation, Sailor Venus (who co-stars in the show).

But, her original name, Usagi Tsukino, means "Rabbit of/on the Moon" - from the Japanese folk story. As we transition from the year of the Tiger to the year of the Rabbit, the Rabbit/Hare symbolism is starting to make itself known. And, from what I see so far, our Hare/Hair is on Fire.

Friday, August 27, 2010

The Mind's Overflow (Updated)

Maybe it's because patterns concerning Teeth have been popping up over at The Sync Whole,Labyrinth of the Psychonaut, and Gosporn - and the back cover of this magazine had teeth on it. The front cover also features the familiar sync-magnet that is the Blue Bird, in the painting done by Joe Kelly. (The magazine itself was designed very skillfully by Rammer)
Maybe it's because the site I was running (for a very short period of time) back then dealt in imagery relating to Bees (as seen in this beautiful artwork from Mary Wiebe), and Bees and Honey have been on my mind for months now.
Whatever the reason, I was out for a walk today (picking up the internet router I am now using - Yay! Guess who's back!) and this old comic popped into my head (one of the stories we put in the self-published book). This was something I did back in 2004 with the super talents of Rammer Martinez-Sanchez and Jeff Plotkin.
I'll be honest, I'm not particularly fond of my writing here, but I'm posting it because I feel like it may become important in the terms of emerging sync patterns. The story was meant to lead into topics such as Weather Control and Sacred Plants (things I really knew nothing about in 2004, so why was I writing about them?). Plus, it also features holes being ripped in time and space (Stargates anyone?) in the year in which they always seem to be ripped - 1998.

You should be able to click the images to enlarge them.

Oh, and I should mention, for those with delicate sensibilities, there are cuss words abound.

Here's a look at the process (another page from the magazine)
I noticed that there is a hexagon (symbol of hyper-dimensionality) around the panel that has Molly being pulled into another dimension.
Last night, we looked the pages over together and Rammer noticed the word "Infidel" on the page after this one, and connected that to 9/11 symbolism by pointing out that this page features a repeated shot of a tower, essentially making twin towers, from which Key falls. Once he made me see those panels as containing twin towers, I was more fixated on the fact that the wormhole/stargate is opening directly over them. A 9/11 Stargate indeed.
Now thinking in terms of 9/11, it hit me that this comic was made in 2004 but takes place 6 years earlier, in 1998. What happened directly between those two dates?

I should also note that this comic was on display at the Baltimore Museum of Art, in Baltimore Maryland. You know, BM.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A crazy week of Crazy 88s, Triple-8s, and Double Rainbows

I've been without regular internet access for awhile now, plus I've been working certifiably insane hours at work, planning the wedding (now less than 3 weeks away), I'm wrapping up the animation for the second "Happy Creatures" video and colored some artwork for the synchronistic graphic novel I'm doing with illustrator/inker Peter Palmiotti (artwork that he sent me on 8/4, the date of the Double-Rainbow). So, many apologies for being missing from the online conversation, but I've been a busy little bee.

The offline syncs have been massive and are piling up, so let's hop to it.

CRAZY 88s:

I had connected the number 88 to the BP spill and mentioned the importance of the spill's 88th day as well as the date 8/8. So now we know the spill lasted 88 days and, if there was any remaining doubt that the 88 is encoded into the spill, here was the front page of the newspaper from 8/8:

I should have remembered that the first post devoted to 88 included the idea of the Crazy 88s, from Kill Bill. The same day, August 8th, another front page of a newspaper here in NYC read "Are they Knuts?" - in reference to the Knicks basketball team. That night, I saw a guy wearing a Kill Bill T-Shirt. The next day, another front page read "Gun Nuts" - in reference to gun wielding police officers that had filed mental instability claims. The third day, the front page of one paper read "Plane Crazy" while another read "Planely Nuts" - both stories about the JetBlue baggage carrier that snapped while at work and shut down the airport. A BIG part of this is synchronicity, but I still think that many days with the word "Nuts" on the front page of New York newspapers has to be a conscious effort on behalf of Culture Creators to put a vibe out into the populace at large.

On 8/9 (8+9=17) I met a guy named Arion, who introduced himself as spelling his name "like Orion with an A." That immediately got my attention. Working at a bar/restaurant in the city, you meet all types of people, but after he had a few drinks this Australian musician started talking some fascinating topics, unprovoked by me or anyone else. He claimed to have witnessed extraterrestrial craft multiple times in the same OZ location, with the second time including a beam of paralyzing light that filled him with energy. I asked if he received any information from the beam. He said the experience left him sort of psychic and that he has been super lucky at gambling ever since - winning Take5 a few times this year. ET Beams sending you lottery numbers - where have I heard that before? In the middle of our conversation he said, "You look different now." I asked, "Oh, am I a shape shifter?" That spurred hum to tell me the story of how Madonna sat on his lap when he was 17 years old and told him, "You're a shape shifter just like me," and then she changed shape, into a very angular creature with strange eyes. I asked what he thought of Madonna's embracing of Kabbalah and he claimed that he himself was a "Kabbalistic sorcerer" and that what Madonna practiced was evil witchcraft. He told me it was within my power (and my duty) to stop her because "as a Capricorn, you control the physical plane." I have no intention of going out to do magical battle with Madonna, that seems absurd yet all so fascinating. But then he turns around and I see that his shirt has the Red Letter C as the only design on the back!


What really got me to sit down next to him was overhearing him mention that his birthday was "next week, on 8/16." That date had become important for me just a few days earlier. Seeing a triple-8 (888) a few times in a row made me consider it as a progression from the 88. I thought to myself, well 8/16 would be a triple-8. The next day after thinking about 8/16, the sync whole writes about double rainbows and Melissa points out an old photo she had stuck in a collage on our wall. The photo is from 8/16/1998 and is of a double rainbow.

Her young handwriting on the back:

1998 is an important year in my perspective and I take it very seriously whenever it pops up. Something that just occurred to me is that a rainbow is the full (light) spectrum and an 8 is also the infinity symbol. So a double rainbow and an 88 are the same as well.

That this photo should reside unnoticed for 2 years inside a collage adds a whole other weight to the sync for me. It was one night while laying in bed with Melissa and staring at one of her collages that I first thought of a good analogy for the three layers of existence. I saw each photo as the individual, with all the complexity and beauty that it contained within itself. The collage, the totality of those individual photos arranged by human hand, was the human attempt to manipulate and/or structure reality - that can be on a Societal level, Governmental/Political, Institutional. Artistic, Well-intentioned plans, Conspiracy and so on. But there was a third layer, that of the light and shadow falling on the wall and the collage and the photos, which created a much broader beauty. This third layer contained the lower two, yet was the type of beauty that went beyond human control. I saw that all that we do is but a fraction of how the universe designs itself. Yet, that cosmic portrait (another first layer photo) was displaying itself on a wall made by human hands and that there were walls and buildings stretching out in every direction making another collage and then another 3rd layer of the planet and cosmos with our architecture and sum of human striving/achievement being only a fraction of that. Perhaps this continues on ad infinitum.

Three layers of infinity=888?

While I was studying the idea of the WhiteSun/Whitsun/Fire-in-the-Brain/FlamingTongue/FlamingLips/Pentecost, I learned that the biblical event was said to have happened 50 days after Easter. Well, as I was looking at all that, The Sync Whole laid out the concept of the 7-11 eclipse being a strong resonator of Easter. So, I counted 50 days from 7/11/2010 and put a small pink dot on the calendar with a highlighter then forgot all about it. The date is 8/30 which would also be the triple-8.


I'm listening to Steve&Will's Cracks in the wall #7 and I just realized that the background I designed for the Squares That Touch blog has a double rainbow on each side, or a double-double-rainbow. If a rainbow is 42 degrees and a Double Rainbow is 84, consider that the quadruple rainbow would be 168, bringing us back to 8/16 (which is 8/8+8).

And, me of all people, should have realized why I colored this one-armed girl's shirt green - by being partially dismembered, she's an Osiris resonator. I swear I had not thought about it till Steve mentioned it. The cut of the shirt, as Peter drew it, just seemed like it would look best in green.

Steve points out that a 33 is also an 8, so the Time Warner postcard I received with the three 33s would also be a triple-8.

He brought back up California's Prop 8 which Michael had commented on, and his comment led to a SyncWhole post that coincided directly with a dream I had the night before. Since I've been offline, I wondered if there were other ways to communicate. Well, I've had dreams that I'm meeting some of you on the astral plane. Is it just a dream or is the dream real?

Lastly, Steve&Will talk about the 8/13 floodwaters. Funny thing is, starting on Friday 8/13, the restaurant I work at began to flood, as water poured through Cracks in the Wall - and I've spent the last few days at work trying to hold back the tide of this flood until it can be fixed. Very sync heavy times we're in. It also brings me back to the St. Louis StarGate post and the convo I had with Michael about the opening of the Floodgates.

I'm now thinking that if Mem is Water, a Pitcher and a Picture both store memories. So, is it possible that the pitcher-holding Aquarian water bearer holds our memories of universal knowledge? Are the Aquarian floodwaters the unleashing of that flood of memories?


I wish I had time to write more, being without internet has been a little frustrating, sorta like blue balls, but it has also allowed me to redirect that energy elsewhere. Oh, and it has not escaped my attention that my period of being without internet comes in tandum with the stories of Smoke and Smog covering Russia. I need to write more about the Smoke Signals concept, so much to say. Yet, for now I leave you with something I was able to do offline, another Podcast. This was just a test of a new method of recording them and it worked pretty well. That means I'll be bringing the Podcasts back and I should have more interviews coming to you very soon. If any of you want to be part of the conversation, send me an email: AllTheHappyCreatures (at) gmail.com

Podcast #7 32 minutes

I still want to document the amazing syncs from the road trip and share more photos with you all. But, for now, I'm caught in the August Rush.

See you in my dreams.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Triple 8 and sweet 16

Today is August 16th, 8/16, 888.

Alan has been wanting to do a post on all these 8 numbers that are popping up, but unfortunately hasn't had a spare moment to make that happen. I had no intention of posting anything but the universe had something else in mind for me today!

It all starts with my journey to Virginia from Chinatown, bright and early this morning. Of course my bus would be #888.

When the bus stops for a bathroom/snack break, my purchases come to a total of $4.66, which adds up to 16.

As the bus drops off and picks up passengers in Virginia Beach, I notice the bus building is Suite 16.

Suite 16 = Sweet 16?

Towards the end of the bus ride our seat assignments got jumbled up and from my new perspective, I notice someone in front of me reading a book called "Sizzling Sixteen."

Now I'm not familiar with the series, only that they have the numbers one through sixteen (so far) in the titles themselves.

Why do our toll-free phone numbers begin with 1-888?


Something else I would like to remark upon are the new ads lining the passageway between Times Square/42nd street train station and 42nd Street/PABT train station. Previously they had the M. Night Shyamalan "The Last Airbender" ads that blatantly spelled the letters SEX on them. Now I see alternating ads for the new movie "The American" interspersed with ads for American Apparel So I'm walking down the passageway and all I see is "American" "American" "American" "American."

And on postsecret.com, I found this postcard:

I'm terrified of those who are terrified of people in turbans.


My dear friend Morgan has a wonderful blog in which I found something so beautiful, I couldn't help but share with you. Let this be an inspiration to you as it was for me:

The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon . . . YES!

It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you can stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me what or where or with whom you have studied, I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in empty moments.


So much love,

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Never Doubt Synchronicity

When I was chasing the honey patterns and kept coming up with M's and B's or Bees and the number 44, it at last led me to Saturn. I decided one day to just do a simple search for "Bees Saturn." I came up with the discovery that Starcluster M44 is also known as the Beehive.
That was the last time that I had any doubt there was something undeniably accurate about what we are doing.

That google search also gave me this fantastic 2007 video from Steve Wilner's Labyrinth of the Psychonaut, a video that seems very relevant today:

When the BP spill happened on 4/20/2010, I found myself thinking that we within the sync blogs should have seen it coming. From Steve Wilner starting a series delving heavily into interchangeable vowels called "Cracks in the Wall" just before a major "Crack in the Well" to the 42/Jupiter/2010 syncs of The Sync Whole. Part of what got me looking at the number 88 back in February was Adan's idea that 420, the stoner holiday, was actually an encoded 88 and therefore doubly-Naziesque (since 4/20 is Hitler's birthday and the 88 or HH has been used as "Heil Hitler"). I told StrangeEye that I would be looking very closely at the 88th day of the spill and August 8th. Lo and behold, the spill lasts exactly 88 days - getting capped on the 89th day, which Chris Knowles points out encodes the number 17 (8+9=17). Remember what the lotto numbers were that I won with back on St Osiris Day, celebration of the Green Man's death, 3/17? You guessed it, 1788.
I tell you folks, all sorts of weirdness these days.

You may recall that, right around the same time, we had connected Lady Gaga to the honey meme and followed her to Phoenix. Then, the Phoenix became a major symbol of the August 1st date. Here's Drudge's 8/2 headlines to give us the semiotic kick-off:
That's Gaga in Phoenix. And St. Louis pops up to add weight to our sync.

Recently I'd been looking at the solar symbolism of the Bp spill and how it played into the Wheel of the Year dates. August 1st was the next marker I had an eye on, known as Lughnasadh.
Now we get this story, of a "Solar Tsunami" - a Coronal Mass Ejection that started on August 1st and will hit the Earth on August 4th. Since I was looking for a Pentecost-resonant event to follow the Easter-resonant event of the 7-11 Eclipse, we should recall that the Sync Whole boys spoke of a double-rainbow or double 42 - which leads us to 84. A solar event from 8/1 to 8/4. Fascinating.

Yesterday morning, after I saw that story, I was left wondering - so, which sun? I mean, is it the Green, Yellow or White Sun that is sending its radiation our way? While this is going through my head, I walk into a store to buy some water and I see a newspaper cover with a sports story that reads "Green Machine War." Then, I see a big sticker on a fridge selling "Corona Lime" with a green sun rising behind a bottle of Corona beer. So, take that for what you will.
Nice Starfish to boot.

If you remember, I had connected the Green Sun to the Green Man and Beltane, which led me to DairyQueen of all things.
Notice the sidebar in the story about the Coronal Mass Ejection.
F-ing DairyQueen. What are the odds? But, that just reminds us that milk and honey go hand in hand.

Now, another part of this story is the idea of it knocking out communication satellites, which would play into our Smoke Signals pattern, but I find it more interesting that this comes just as ISIS is suffering from it's own issues. Fire-resonant crew member Doug Wheelock makes a comeback in handling the repairs.

I'm running out of battery but let me just say, I don't think this "Solar Tsunami" will be as major as Fox's scare-tactics imply. FoxNews, who just got moved up to the front row in the White House, is a thinly-veiled front for Solar-worshiping Nazis and they have their own reasons for pushing the idea of a "Waking Sun." However, whatever the truth behind this event, the data is coming out very exact to either be proof of a Ritual or of the Universe speaking to us. Or, in my opinion, both.
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