Why so Sirius? - Ron Paul a Sirius Plan

In a recent post we looked at Sirius' role in the 2012 election (similar to the role it played in 2008 per the research of Chris Knowles). But in Ron Paul's latest ad, as a blazing star flashes into his new slogan, Ron amps the volume on this theme up to 33.

“It [Sirius] is the first and most exalted object that demands our attention in the Lodge.”

-William Hutchinson

“The Ancient Astronomers saw all the great Symbols of Masonry in the Stars. Sirius glitters in our lodges as the Blazing Star.”

-Albert Pike, Morals and Dogma

This seems like a continuing attention to detail that, if intentional (as Knowles suspects), is absolutely staggering...

from the Secret Sun

Recall from our previous post on this topic that the New American magazine, which an objective observer would have to call a propaganda mill for Ron Paul, played with the "Sirius Election" theme on the cover of their most recent issue:

We also pointed out that the venue for the "opposition's" Democratic National Convention, located at 333 East Trade Street, has a logo that seems to directly encode the pyramid star shaft aligned with Sirius:

Even though I am generally much more pro-Masonry than anti-Masonry and I see Sirius as a positive influence in my own life, the lack of "Change" in Obama's policies from those of Bush lead me to assume that a Ron Paul campaign would also be "Consistent" in this regard.

And so I am left to wonder, What is the "Sirius Plan"? All I know is that, if the external is a mirror of the internal and if these men with their wars and greed can get it so f-ing wrong, we must be personally vigilant that we don't make the same mistakes in our own lives.

King Jong Kill

So here's the crazy thing. I just posted about 2011 as the "Year of the King Kill" a few hours ago. In the short time since, someone sent Melissa a video of Ron Paul on Jay Leno and we watched it together. Even though Leno is as unfunny as can be, we watched it for old times sake (we met at a Ron Paul event 3 years ago). After Ron Paul speaks for a bit, Joe Rogan comes out and sits next to him. Then, Joe Rogan repeatedly utters the phrase "Jack and Jill" (starting at 11m47s into this video) and I look over at her knowingly.

Those who have been following this blog know that the phrase "Jack and Jill" has been very important this year, as it has come to signal the death of a King (for a number of reasons, such as the whole "Jack fell down and broke his crown" and Jared Lee "Loner" being JLL).

So, I guess at that moment I knew what was coming, but I didn't think it would be that fast. If you haven't heard already, the news just broke:

Hmm, Osama, Gadafi, Kim Jong Il ... we 3 kings?

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UPDATE:

Drudge goes with a Wizard of Oz reference, which is particularly interesting considering the seeming non sequitur connecting the KingKill to the Wizard of Oz in the previous post.

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MoCCA and Mabus

This was a wild weekend for me. Considering these were the same three days that The Book of The Law was written, I guess that should be expected.

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I spent friday at the pre-party for the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art (MoCCA) where I met some amazing artists, including Kenly Dillard who asked me to come up with a random thing for him to draw. I said "a monkey and a dog," thinking of two of the main characters from Look At All The Happy Creatures, but not explaining that in any way. Here's what Kenly drew:


Kenly draws caricatures and portraits, echoing an episode of Sailor Moon that I saw a few days ago. This episode was powerful to me for so many reasons. It questions what makes an artist and portrays the struggle to stay true to oneself. It also delves into mirrors and dreams (which is the theme of the entire SuperS season). These themes resonate so strongly with me these days and I am not alone on this. Michael from Gosporn put up a post recently about the dreaming man in the mirror.



Part One:



Sailor Moon SuperS 156 1/2 by Fleur123



Part Two:



SAILOR MOON SUPER S EPISODE 156b by 10SooV





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On Saturday I attended the MoCCA main event and was surrounded by some of the greatest and most original artwork I have ever seen. Very inspirational. I also had the chance to sell a bunch of copies of Look At All The Happy Creatures and got some really positive feedback. Also very inspirational.



I saw a girl there wearing a shirt with a unicursal hexagram (widely used by Crowley) on it. When I commented on the shirt, she said she made it herself. Shorly after that encounter I got a phonecall from Kevin of Live from The Logosphere, who is very into Crowley.



Later that night, I was the second hour guest on The Church Of Mabus Radio Show, with ufologist Tim Beckley as the first hour guest. This one was a lot of fun. I did the interview outside the MoCCA after-party with drunk people coming up to me throughout. Apparently I can hold drunken men steady, light their cigarettes and chat about the cosmos at the same time.



Click here to listen.



We spoke about many of the items I came to find waiting for me in the latest post from The Mask of God. So many wild and weightly syncs between my weekend, that interview and that post. Great stuff.





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On Sunday I spent the day catching up with family which was really nice. Then at night Melissa and I went over to Radio City where I knew Charlie Sheen was wrapping up his New York tour of his "Violent Torpedo of Truth" one-man show. I had one copy of the book left and I thought I should give it to him since I feel his recent adventures echo some specific plot points in my novel. From Chapter 33 of LAATHC:

They had gotten him addicted to the filthiest synthetic pain killers which made his behavior even more erratic. The massive amounts of antibiotics injected into him to keep his wrists from getting infected played havoc on his stomach. He was always nauseous and, when he could keep the disgusting food down, it quickly passed through him in a stream of diarrhea. His body was weak, but wild – his mind even more so....He had to be made to look a fool in the eyes of the public. This was necessary as a way of signaling to the watching world that one would have to be insane in order to oppose The State. Besides, The Network could afford to knock the celebrity of one of their performers, now that they had a genuine super-star on their hands.

Of course, when Charlie exited the theatre he was swarmed by paparazzi and I couldn't get near him. After that I was kicking myself for not chucking the book at his head, since that would have been captured by every camera there and it would have played in an endless viral loop, making my book sales off the charts (or at least, on the charts). Talk about a "violent torpedo of truth." But, I didn't do it. I guess I'm not that much of a whore. Gonna have to go back and watch that Sailor Moon episode again.

Interviewed on Dr. Kevin Barrett's Truth Jihad Radio Show

Yesterday I was on Dr. Kevin Barrett's radio show. We talked about the book, conspiracy, synchronicity, consciousness, and how we can manifest our own new world order. Click here to listen.

UPDATE:

Another one of the topics discussed was the possibility of an Obama assassination, staged or provoked, and what the fallout from an event like that would mean for the rest of us. So when this news item popped up the other day, it made me do a double-take. "House votes to Kill Obama"

Everything begins to (e)merge in Union

I don't often write about politics anymore - much of that conversation just seems like noise and an unnecessary aspect of human existence. But, I understand that the interest I had in political affairs a few years ago was something I needed to experience or I never would have met my wife. So allow me a brief-as-possible backstory, then we'll dive into the synchro-goodies:

The journey

Though no one in my family ever discussed politics or paid it much attention, I grew up drawing cartoons of a character named Umpa, a monkey that was forced into slave labor for a television studio that oppressed the masses via tv programming. Umpa spearheaded a rebellion. I had no politics, sans seeking freedom and opposing authoritarianism. Probably a normal emotion for a child to express - though perhaps an unusual way to express it.

Immediately after 9/11, when I saw my skyline altered and the place I had my HS prom demolished, I was not angry but a bit saddened. However, over the next few days and weeks the propaganda was turned on full force and I was admittedly swayed into the camp of blindly angry Americans.

In 2005, I had my first psychedelic experience and all the programming flew out the window. And I mean all of it - not just the post-9/11 fear-mongering, but all the stuff that had been put into my head throughout my life. This is something that can only be fully understood by someone who has had an ego-death experience.

I existed for a short while with a great inner peace and felt as if I was at one with creation. But, slowly, my ego began to rebuild itself - albeit with new parameters. I felt as if I had to atone for my role in supporting Bush's attack on Iraq and worked to hold him accountable. I attended a lecture on the Impeachment process at a church up in Harlem. That was it - I attended a lecture. I was now considered a terrorist. Over the next few days, I was repeatedly visited by federal agents in black suits who wanted to intimidate me. They broke into my house and searched through my belongings (which, according to the Patriot Act, I cannot tell you about or I am committing another "crime"). It was at this point that I realized what these guys would do to hold onto their imagined power structure, and I was driven to do more research and spent a good deal of time in the depths of conspiracy literature.

When the 2008 election-cycle came about, I supported Ron Paul's candidacy and worked on what I thought was a campaign against tyranny. By February 2008, Ron Paul's run was essentially over and I had to catch up on all my personal responsibilities that I had let slide during the campaign. Realizing that campaign politics were a product of the very system I opposed, I looked for an outlet that better suited me. I began to write about Umpa again, after oh so many years, in a book that would become Look At All The Happy Creatures.

Months passed, and I received a phone call asking if I wanted to go with some of the Ron Paul supporters from NYC out to an event he was holding in Minnesota. It was being held next to, and in opposition of, the RNC. Something told me I had to go - a feeling deep inside, that I had not heard in a long time, told me to say yes and make the trip.

Very often, this is how synchronicity works. We have to travel the long road to get to the right place at the right time.

On September 2nd 2008, in a crowd of 10,000 people, I spotted her. An intense wave of - what can I call it but destiny or a guiding light - drew me to her. Melissa had a glow about her and I knew that she was my future. I tapped her on the elbow and said, "excuse me miss." Two years later, to the day, we married.

Union

There has been much talk lately, both on the national political spectrum and on a personal synchromystic spectrum, of gay marriage. California's Prop 8 was featured on the Sync Whole and is still resonating over on Michael's blog, where he has connected it to the now-familiar 88.

I guess this is a product of my own journey, but what amazes me is that people are still looking to be recognized by The State. Why seek a license (essentially permission) from anyone? I don't care if you are gay or straight, if you find love in this world, you'd better embrace it - and screw what anybody else thinks.

There have been many family members and friends that have offered their advice over the last few months - telling us that we should register for a marriage license, that it would make life easier. But, that's something that doesn't even pop onto my radar anymore, and, if I am forced to think of it, I am repelled by it. What does a third-party bureaucracy have to do with love? What does it have to do with anything?

Though I categorize the political philosophy of Happy Creatures as Libertarian, that's really because it is a less loaded word than anarchy. My biggest issue with Libertarians is that, try as they might to oppose the system, they are still playing somebody else's game. I'm done opposing anybody's system - be that governmental or conspiratorial shadows. I'm not going to fight anybody or anything. I just disregard the noise. I embrace the love.

Kurt Vonnegut, while very often espousing poor political advice, inadvertently gives an amazing metaphor for this way of thinking in the prologue to Timequake. He's talking about a method for writing. I'm talking about a method for living.

"Ernest Hemingway in 1952 published in Life magazine a long short story called The Old Man and the Sea. It was about a Cuban fisherman who hadn't caught anything for eighty-four days. The Cuban hooked an enormous marlin. He killed it and lashed it alongside his boat. Before he could get it to shore, though, sharks bit off all the meat on the skeleton.

I was living in Barnstable Village on Cape Cod when the story appeared. I asked a neighboring commercial fisherman what he thought of it. He said the hero was an idiot. He should have hacked off the best chunks of meat and put them in the bottom of the boat, and left the rest of the carcass for the sharks.

It could be that the sharks Hemingway had in mind were critics who hadn't much liked his first novel in ten years, Across the River and into the Trees, published two years earlier. As far as I know, he never said so. But the marlin could have been that novel.

And then I found myself in the winter of 1996 the creator of a novel which did not work, which had no point, which had never wanted to be written in the first place. Merde! I had spent nearly a decade on that ungrateful fish, if you will. It wasn't even fit for shark chum.

I had recently turned seventy-three. My mother made it to fifty-two, my father to seventy-two. Hemingway almost made it to sixty-two. I had lived too long! What was I to do?

Answer: Filet the fish. Throw the rest away."

This is also good advice on how to write a blog post, so let me assume I've made my point and give you what you really came here for...

In our last post, we overlapped heavily with the Fiery Birth post from the Sync Whole. The US Open logo I wanted to write about looked exactly like the meteor impact placard they found near a Canadian lake. They later added more content to that post, and made it even more in sync. They went into tennis syncs as well and then wrote about two weddings that started a conversation on Union. All this, days before our wedding!

Here is the US Open poster I had stared at in the subway. It makes the logo look even more like a meteor by the way it flies over the city. See the Sync Whole's follow-up to the Fiery Birth, a post about a meteor crashing in Columbia on September 5th, for a record of just how strong the flow is these days. The hits just keep on coming!

And, speaking of great balls of fire, I would be remiss if I did not point out that the US Open is held at the Arthur Ashe stadium!

By passing through the center of the tennis racket, the ball becomes even more resonant of a sun by creating a circumpunct. It also reminds me of a bullseye. Kinda like the Martian impact crater (formed by more falling celestial bodies) we were shown on August 4th of all days.

Perhaps, telling us to find our center, this bullseye is found again on the cover for the Pink Floyd collection, Echoes.

Note how much of this current study stems out of a look at the symbolism of the fires of the Pentecost, and the man who has just passed the bullseye (emerged from his center) is on fire.

Echoes

The word "echoes" is another familiar sign these days. Just as I was typing "echoes" into google search to find that album art, the auto-fill gave me "Echoes of the Rainbow," a movie with a poster that brings us back to the August 4th double-rainbow and features a cross (X-marks the spot).

But I can't think of "Echo" without thinking of John Lilly's ECCO, you know, those beyond-our-perception buggers who control coincidences here on earth. While I can't attest for the things Lilly believes he discovered while exploring the human limits of psychedelic intake - I do not entirely dismiss them either. Lord knows I learned a lot from my experiences.

I like how the artwork done for Lilly's ECCO from the futurehi website features dolphins. Which brings us to Ecco the dolphin - a game brought to us by Genesis. I never knew this, but that game also involved time-travel and space beings.

Dolphins crossed paths with meteors and comets again recently in this NosisTV video:

After watching that video, what's funny to me is that, with so much talk of Panspermia lately, I had used the Peach tree as an analogy for the possible propagation of plant consciousness. I said that a peach tree gives you delicious fruit for you to eat so you'll crap it out at a distance with your own fertilizer. Would not the Mushroom spore or Cannabis plant invite you to cultivate it so that it can continue on and use your nervous system when necessary?

That's an explanation for "the green movement" I haven't heard yet.

That reminds me, you may have noticed the name change over on the side there. When I realized that it may be the cause for all the Osiris-syncs I was experiencing, I had briefly mentioned that I would be changing my last name to Green in an older post. In one of our first phone conversations, Melissa and I spoke about favorite colors. We both adore the color green. I said, super early on in that first or second conversation, that if we ever got married we could change our last name to Green. And so we have.

We passed through the center...merged...

...and emerged green.

Oh, and we passed through the marriage stargate at exactly 4:02:32 PM.

My initials change from (AJA)111 to (AJG)117, which is Melissa's birthday, so that's pretty cool. That also means that I'm now AG which is 17 in numerology terms and the element silver.

Green is the color of the heart chakra, and therefore quite appropriate for a celebration of love.

But green has its modern connection to Echo/Ecco as well, since we often see the pairing of "green" and "eco."

gotta love that green sun there, eh?

We held our wedding at Bear Mountain, which encodes the B&M combo that is always familiar around here, but that wasn't the only interesting sync. There are four cabins at Bear Mountain (Beaver, Spring, Echo, and Summit) and we were going to rent one out. The closest one to the wedding site was Beaver, but I didn't want to tell people I was getting married at the Beaver lodge - just gives off the wrong vibe. I didn't like Summit, so we had to decide between Spring and Echo. "Spring" sounds nice, but a bit plain. I wondered if "Echo" was a bit too loaded.

Then, as we're making this choice, a guy on the street randomly hands me this book:

Suffice it to say, we chose "Echo"

And, there is another explanation to "Echo" besides that provided by Lilly. I recall that I had made a connection between The Green Man and reverberating sound. We had about 50 people at our wedding. Knowing us, it was probably 51.

I know this post is a little all over the place, but that's how it is. Our wedding was a wonderful celebration from the heart - and it overlapped with all these other intellectual pursuits. I don't wish to give the impression that I believe our day was controlled by John Lilly's ECCO or mushroom spores floating through space or anything else. Instead, I think that following a non-judgmental path of synchronicity we were able to recognize patterns even within our most special day. Honestly, there's just too many to recount here. But, that's the way Melissa and I have travelled together since we met. Never judging, always flowing, always loving.

On September 11th (boy is it cheap to fly that day) we leave for our HONEY-MOON in the fire-resonant land of Kali-Fornia.

The Birds and The Bees Pt1: Jesus wants to go to Venus

Let me tell you 'bout the Birds and the Bees

And the Flowers and the Trees

And the Moon, up above

And a thing called Love

May 4th started a blitz of wild syncs for me, and since that day is known in Japan as Midori No Hi, or "Greenery Day" (part of "Golden Week"), that seems par for the course. If you've been reading this blog, you know that Osiris, the Green Man, has been calling out to me for a while. So, on another Green Day, he told me to take another look at that box of Lucky Charms.

Let's remember that Osiris was dismembered, put back together without his penis, and was given a new golden phallus by the moon goddess (all of which is covered in the Mystery of the Wandering Member post). I had already connected Lucky to Osiris, since they are both green men, but look closely at the image of him. He has now gained the power of teleporting and is dematerializing from the bottom up. In place of his vanishing member is an erect moon.

It seems someone wants us to talk about sex, or the birds and the bees, as it were. So let's get to it.

The night of May 4th I went out with some friends, met a guy who I told that he reminded me of Agent DB Cooper from Twin Peaks, and, as we were leaving, one of the girls realized that she couldn't find one of her shoes. I reached under the couch she was sitting on and cut my pinky finger on a shard of broken glass - something that seemed insignificant at the time. I went home that night and had a dream about a yellow hummingbird that I apparently kept as a pet in my apartment. I turned my attention away from the yellow hummingbird and spotted a much smaller and much stranger creature: A mix of a bee and hummingbird, wearing a tiny little flowing dress. It was struggling to fly and I was trying to teach it how. It was unable and seemed perhaps sick or dying.

I woke up the next day, not completely surprised by the dream. I've been writing about honey and bees for a few months now, after all. But, something made me go to my computer, almost instantly upon waking, and look at the sync whole blog. I guess I knew what was waiting there: A post about dying bees from a guy using the name HummingWolf (wolf=flow). There's even a quote from Agent DB Cooper at the top of the freaking blog!

His post was in response to this video where they're talking about the reoccurrence of the letters DB, the 2001/2010 movies, dead bees, blood flow, pinky fingers, they sing a song called "Little Finger" with lyrics about bees, and they speak to Seth Green!

Okay, watch this:

The Radio8Ball Show With Seth Green & Twig Palace - 03/21/2010 from The Radio8Ball Show on Vimeo.

Seth Green is another green man , his very name is a combination of the Green man and Set/Seth, his dark half. Remember, it is Set who kills and dismembers his brother Osiris.

Then there's all the craziness with the little finger.

And the blog post even included a Dali painting with a tiger that Melissa pointed out was very similar to the tiger in the circus poster we examined in connection to Osiris, assassination, and Jake Kotze's 9/11 stargate. Note the Obelisk on the elephant's back and the threatening rifle.

But wait, there's more. If you've been following along as we find the constant pairing of the letter "M" or the double "M" with the Bee or "B" syncs, then you may have laughed as loudly as I did when the big story broke this week. In what is being called a "Fat Finger" incident, a huge fluctuation in the stock market is being blamed on someone typing "B" for billion instead of "M" for million.

But, if you take those into numerology, B=2 and M=4, so we go right back to the 42 of Jupiter to go with the Jupiter finger (or the "fat finger") that the SyncWhole boys are all up on.

If you'll allow me to continue on this tangent, the computer error with the B&M made me jump to IBM in my mind. (Read about IBM's connection to the Nazis if you don't already know about their disgusting past).

Paul Rand (not to be confused with Ron Paul's son, Rand Paul) designed the IBM logo in 1972. Then, in 1981 he made this redesign incorporating the Bee:

Paul Rand also designed the UPS logo which I keep seeing a variation of on subway ads for "The King of Queens" reruns. Apparently the main character in the show works for "IPS," a not-too-subtle hat-tip to UPS. But.... according to Wiki, the sitcom cast lives at 3121 Aberdeen Street. Now, Aberdeen is a place is Scotland, so we've got a Masonic nod there. But what about that number?

3121=CABA

That looks to me like Kabba, the very same sacred cube that Kotze posits is the center of the stargate rituals.

More stargates? Yup. Remember our teleporting Green Man from the cereal box? Isn't one of his 'four charms needed to grant him the power of teleportation' a horseshoe? Well, Chris Knowles laid out the idea of the horseshoe as a symbol of a wormhole or stargate.

Now, take this a step further, and remember that the double "M" is 44.

More factoids from Wiki: The last episode of "King of Queens" ran 44 minutes, was filmed on the Ides of March, features the adoption of a child named Ming-Mei, and...

The episode ends with a three-minute montage of scenes from the show's nine seasons to A Million Billion's song Milk & Honey. The final scene shows the words thanks for the ride…

There was another Stargate/Osiris-resonating story this week, as an airport security guard, aged 44 of course, kept walking through the gates of the Orwellian full-image body-scanner and being made fun of for his "small penis." Of course, after he beats the crap out of his co-worker he goes to jail and the poor guy gets his face spread all over the news as 'the dude with the small penis.' The daily mail article on this disaster includes this photo of airport bag-checkers playing with luggage that looks like bees:

I've been writing mostly about honey and honey bees, but I got to thinking - who is the Queen Bee?

We looked at Beyonce taking on the role of a Killer QueenB. Since then I have been thinking about the Queen song "Killer Queen," which is, at least on the surface, about a drag queen (by the way, the night of May 4th I met a guy named Leary who is a drag queen). But, what seemed to make the most sense in looking for a "killer queen" was Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands. We've also been looking at all the assassination language floating around. Well, wouldn't you know it, there was a scare on Tuesday where they were afraid that Queen Beatrix might be the target of another assassination attempt while she was at a war memorial service (this of course comes after the Polish president actually was assassinated while on his way to a war memorial service).

Queen Beatrix has made a name for herself as a prominent Bilderburger and owner of Royal Dutch Shell. On Wednesday, the story broke that Shell has been spilling a record amount of oil in Nigeria, specifically in the Niger Delta. Here in the States, we're looking at a huge oil spill in our Delta ever since the wreck of the fascinatingly named "Deepwater Horizon." The combo of the triangular Delta and "Deepwater Horizon" remind me of that Lego Atlantis stargate set we looked at. Even down to the black cloud of the squid's ink.

But let us not forget that we've been looking back at the movie "Kill Bill" - whose main character, played by Uma Thurman, goes unnamed until the end of the second film, when it is revealed to be Beatrix. I decided to pursue this and do some research into Uma's career and background.

Uma dressed as a yellow and black Killer Bee in Kill Bill

It turns out her mom's first husband was LSD pioneer Timothy Leary, and the two were introduced to each other by Salvador Dali - that's when I know I'm on to something here. Her father is a professor of Indo-Tibetan Buddhist Studies and named her after a Hindu goddess. "Uma" is another name for the goddess Parvati ("daughter of the mountains"), a wife of Shiva.

There's a statue of Shiva outside of the 17-mile long Large Hadron Collider, which some theorize may be a stargate itself. When I say "some theorize" I mean, like, guys working on it.

A top boffin at the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) says that the titanic machine may possibly create or discover previously unimagined scientific phenomena, or "unknown unknowns" - for instance "an extra dimension".

"Out of this door might come something, or we might send something through it," said Sergio Bertolucci, who is Director for Research and Scientific Computing at CERN, briefing reporters including the Reg at CERN HQ earlier this week.

There's also a prayer to Shiva and Parvati at the end of George Harrison's last album, "Brainwashed." It's a fantastic album with songs like P2 Vatican Blues, calling out the P2 Masonic Lodge, The Rising Sun with beautiful lyrics like "Universe at play, inside your DNA, you're a billion years old today," and Looking for My Life, with the lyrics "I'd only hung around Birds and Bees."

George Harrison also owned the production company "Handmade Films" with films such as The Life of Brian (with Jesus, Space Aliens, and Terry Gilliam with a red all-seeing-eye painted on his forehead years and years before he directed Heath Ledger in Dr. Parnassus with a red all-seeing-eye painted on his forehead), Time Bandits (featuring time-traveling midgets), Shanghai Surprise (Madonna's first real acting role), and more under it's belt. Last year they did Planet 51, a film about space aliens that was mentioned in the other Seth Green SyncWhole blog post.

George Harrison, no stranger to Indian tradition, had a song years ago called Maya Love. Well, Uma Thurman, herself named after a goddess, has a daughter named Maya Ray Thurman-Hawke and played a character named Maya in Duke of Groove. There's also another Maya that I know of. Maya the Bee.

Uma also has a son named Levon.

I've been trying to get upstate to see Levon Helm, former member of The Band. They held a concert called "Rock of Ages" in which they ceremoniously played the song "Genetic Method" at midnight between New Year's Eve and the New Year.

"Rock of Ages" takes its name from two old hymns. The Hebrew hymn has the line "They breached the walls of my towers and they defiled all the oils." Where the Christian version has the lines "While I draw this fleeting breath, when mine eye-strings break in death."

"Quantum: Rock of Ages" is also the name of a comic book some friends of mine have been doing for a while. It's about time-travel and the interconnectivity of multiple-dimensional existance.

Levon is also the name of an Elton John song (so named for The Band's Levon Helm) off the album "Madman Across The Water." Ponder some of these lyrics:

Levon wears his war wound like a crown

He calls his child Jesus

'Cause he likes the name

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Levon sells cartoon balloons in town

His family business thrives

Jesus blows up balloons all day

Sits on the porch swing watching them fly

And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus

Leaving Levon far behind

Take a balloon and go sailing

While Levon, Levon slowly dies

The father of little Maya and Levon is Ethan Hawke. Making Levon Thurman-Hawke another bird resonator, like the dead Osiris' bird-faced son with his flying disc, and sorta like the now-forgotten Balloon Boy, whose name was Falcon, and who was supposed to have flown away from his father in an interplanetary balloon.

That reminds me, I was visited by a bunch of balloons the other day. About 5 of them had become tangled up in my clothes line and I had to set them free.

Perhaps, since the Balloon is another one of Lucky's four teleportation ingredients, I should have held on to them.

Uma Thurman and Ethan Hawke met on the set of the DNA thriller Gattaca. Uma plays a character named Cassini. Ethan plays a character named Vincent Freeman. Freeman is a bit of a masonic nod in itself, as you are supposed to be a "Free Man" to become a Mason. However, it gets more interesting in that the actors who play Vincent Freeman in the flashbacks are Chad Christ in the teenage scenes and Mason Gamble in the boyhood scenes.

And the whole point of Vincent Freeman's struggle throughout the film? Well, he wants to get on a spaceship to a moon of Saturn. The moon named Titan to be exact.

Considering I am currently reading Kurt Vonnegut's "Sirens of Titan," a book with characters named "Bee" and "Chrono" who end up on the moon of Titan....I think we're gonna need a part 2.

To be continued...

PS: I hit "publish" and saw that it was exactly 3:17AM

3/17 is the date of Osiris' death.

UPDATE:

Amazing. Look at these two headlines that just overlapped on Drudge:

It seems Jesus, the solar-powered SUN of God, really does want to go to Venus.

Charlie and the Uranium Factory

I'm hoping it's just a bunch of guys beating their chests, but it sounds a lot more like war drums to me. Watch this video of Ron Paul on CNBC as the hosts laugh at his idea that maybe we don't need to go to war with another country:

Of course, NBC is owned by one of the largest arms manufacturers on Earth, and so war is good for their bottom line. It's funny to hear these guys talk about what a threat it would be if someone else besides them made weapons, but their hypocrisy is only half the story.

Not only are they trying to frighten Americans into a war, they're trying to frighten the Iranians into one as well. The more frightened people become, the more they are convinced that there is a threat - some monster hiding under their bed, the easier they are to control.

I'm not sure if the only thing we have to fear is fear itself, but it does seem to be our biggest problem.

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Ron Paul addendum (taken from our FaceBook page):

Ron Paul walks into CPAC, the den of neo-conservatism and a huge media event, and schools them on their hypocrisy ...then he wins their straw poll! Had it been Glenn Beck or Sarah Palin or anyone else, it'd be declared their 2012 golden-ticket. Yet the media, the neocons and the religious right are still trying to force the authoritarians into a seat of power. They are simply waiting in the wings to ride this wave of discontent, fear and division.