Sunday, October 18, 2009

Playing with personages of historical significance


One Dane once asked, if he should be or not be, little realising that he was trifling with the most aberrant verb in the English language.

Etymologically speaking, the


with only one 'e' goes like this;

"be O.E. ..."be, exist, come to be, become,"... It is the most irregular verb in Mod.E. and the most common... it has eight different forms in Mod.E.:
Be Am Are Is Was Were Being Been"

'The Ogdoad of the wordy world, found in all the best sentences in town.'

I was rather reminded of the above set of eight matching Egyptian godlies & couldn't resist a little play - eye see our most irregular verb contains a couple of atoms of AtuM & ISis.

Anyway just to keep things all neat & modern, I thought a spot of godly renaming might be in order - henceforth, shall the 'to-be'-verb-god-collective be known as Toby (or not Toby).

As luck would have it I ran into Toby earlier today on a quiet street corner. After a brief struggle I managed to subdue him long enough to get him under a microscope for a close-up look. Notice the amazing super cellular construction...


...one squeeze of Toby turns a casual sentence into a concrete structure - once a 'pronoun-cement' is made, all ifs, buts & maybes are sent straight to Hades, without passing GO or collecting $200 .

This takes us to what we're going to play with today.

With 'History.'
That topic has gotta be an award winning concrete construction if ever there was one!

Just look what it's done to us...


...backed into a narrow historical corridor absorbing tales of a past that is for the most part, diabolical.


From what I can see, much acceptance of our today world comes from comparing what we have now with a past that exists for the most part only in that double edged sword, WORDS - big fat factual words superglued together by the god Toby (aka the verb to be).

Fancy a change? Without too much further adoing, lets put Toby in the bin & beegin again. Let's play with history from a different angle (actually its more a curve than an angle).


What if the same historical figures keep returning to play the same roles - a kind of historical type casting.

Take this world renowned & glittering figure

Set within our mass consciousness, does not this image instantly trigger the 100 carat Di-mind?

But what if there's more to this instantly recognised figure than meets the eye? What if she is a part of a repeating pattern, one that turns up again & again to play a central role in historical (pre-set?) course changes.

Lets paint a bigger portrait. A not so still-life of three Annes.



Anne Boleyn (beheaded)


Marie-An(ne)toinette (beheaded


Di(e)-Anna (It was also first reported that a paparazzo who saw Diana described her as bleeding from the nose and ears with her head rested on the back of the front passenger's seat.)

What I've been wondering is if these three portraits portray the same royal personage?

I don't know how this world works, but for me reincarnation seems probable. A friend of mine suggested another possibility in regards to the theory du jour - that of exceptionally long living entites reappearing throughout time, but house-sitting new bodies. Exalted bloodlines however, do seem to be a key ingredient, whichever way you look.

I tied these ladies together for a number of reasons.

Firstly for echoing theme of early death: Diana 36 (1997), Marie Antoinette 37 (1793), & Anne Boleyn (year of birth uncertain but believed at death to be either) 29 or 35 (died 1536).

Two of the trio were undeniably executed, while the third has so many questions around her demise that it's just plain 'logical' to wonder.

All three have a French connection.

Die-Anna died there as did Marie Antoinette - indeed Diana passed the place of Marie Antoinettes' execution, Place de la Concorde just minutes before heading into the lunar tunnel of death.

"After crossing the Place de la Concorde they drove along Cours la Reine (approx translation Queens Court) and Cours Albert 1er (the embankment road running parallel to the River Seine) into the Place de l’Alma underpass"

In the true ritualistic style we gave come to know & ...umm, expect, the Place de la Concorde sports a grand Egyptian erection.



"The center of the Place is occupied by a giant Egyptian obelisk decorated with heiroglyphics exalting the reign of the pharaoh Ramesis II... The obelisk once marked the entrance to the Luxor Temple. The Ottoman viceroy of Egypt, Mehmet Ali, offered the 3,3 00-year-old Luxor Obelisk to France in 1829. The obelisk arrived in Paris on December 21, 1833. Three years later, on October 25, 1836, King Louis-Philippe had it placed in the center of Place de la Concorde, where a guillotine used to stand during the Revolution."

Etymologically speaking this is kinda interesting : "concord c.1300, from O.Fr. concorde, from L. concordia "agreement, union," ... lit. "hearts together"." A little while ago I came across this informative snippett regarding Marie Antoinette's 10 year old sun "The heart, ... was cut from Louis XVII's body following a tradition of keeping royal hearts separate from their bodies."
On August 31 The Queen of hearts passes the Place where the former queen's stopped beating - two hearts beat as one? I wonder what lies beneath the place of hearty togetherness? I also recall reading recently the suggestion that Diana's heart was removed from her body after death.

The third member of the Three Graces, Anne Boleyn, spent many a year in France during her formative years.


"The meaning of the name Ann is 'Grace; favour'."

Although Anne Boleyn did not die in France, the coup de grâce was delivered from there

"her life was cut short on 19th May 1536 when her head was cut off in one stroke by a French swordsman from Calais"



"A death in the French style may have been requested by Anne herself; it was certainly intended as an act of grace towards her, to add to the kindness of a death by beheading, instead of the accustomed fire of the female traitor” - ... errr at the risk of sounding a little naive, I can't help thinking that kindness should perhaps lean a little more in a life enhancing direction.

A great strangeness now occurs in this narrative.

In the beginning (of this article) we started out with a depressed Danish prince. This was in order to introduce the idea that, by the use of the verb to be, (aka Toby), our history has been cemented in time & place. I played with that verb as is my won't & put in a picture of a wee bee-being. That pic related to a weekended visit to a land of milk & honey - well ok, a honey centre actually, but I'm sure they had milk on the premises too.

Today I'm finding myself beeing hounded across the internet by the little b(ee)lighters. I have also re-membered the curious incident last week of a pair of bees absailing down my chimney & creating a stir in my unlit fireplace. Plus I keep running out of time of late & have been repeating a pattern of dining on dollops of the nectar of gods (on toast of course).

Returning to & connecting with, our French theme, we find that bees "were considered ... the oldest emblem of the sovereigns of France."

And connecting with the death of Marie Antoinette, we find the little man who would bee king, (well actually emperor) of France, was a lover of bees (though not in the Monty Python sense you understand).


"Napoleon had a veritable mania for the industrious insect, which he had made into a symbol of his own reign; even made it into a flag and a cloak, wearing which he was painted by David. Bees long standing symbols for immortality and resurrection, they linked the new dynasty to the very origins of France, more Merovingian than Napoleonic"

"In a glass-sided carriage beneath a crown supported by four silver eagles, Josephine blazed with diamonds in a white satin gown ornamented with golden bees, and Napoleon's cloak was also embroidered with them"

And connecting with our three little maids...



"the god Apollo speaks of three female seers as three bees or bee-maidens ... These sacred bee-maidens with their gift of prophecy, were to be Apollo’s gift to Hermes, the god who alone could lead the souls of the dead out of life and sometimes back again... The Greek word for ‘fate’, ‘death’ and ‘goddess of death’ is e ker (feminine); the word for’heart’ and ‘breast’ is to ker (neuter); while the word for ‘honeycomb’ is to kerion (neuter). The common root ker links the ideas for the honeycomb, goddess, death, fate and the human heart, a nexus of meanings that is illumined if we know that the goddess was once imagined as a bee."



"Aphrodite, revered as the queen bee by her priestesses, was worshipped at a honey-comb shaped shrine at Mt Eryx. The hexagonal shape of the honeycomb was the holy geometric shape of cosmic harmony. The honeycomb represented the perfect union of the macrocosm with the microcosm. In many ancient Egyptian, Indian and Greek cultures, bees represented the divine spirit or soul ... In the ancient Minoan culture they were a symbol of immortality and rebirth. In Celtic myth, bees were regarded as beings of great wisdom and spirit messengers between worlds. Honey was treated as a magical substance and used in many ancient magical rituals."


"The 3rd century Greek philosopher and mathematician Porphyry of Tyre believed that souls arrived on earth in the form of Bees, having descended from the moon goddess Artemis, and that they were lured to terrestrial life by the promise of earthly delights, such as honey."



The Honey-moon?

"The Mayans had the Ah-Muzen-Cab (the Bee God), designating honey-producing cities (who prized honey as food of the gods). The Kalahari Desert's San people ascribe the Creation of man to bees: A bee carried a mantis across a river, but when exhausted it left the mantis on a floating flower, simultaneously planting a seed in the mantis's body before it died. From that seed grew the first man. The Egyptians believed bees to grow from the tears of the sun god Ra when they fell on the desert sand (much like the foam of the sea was considered by the Greeks to be the sperm of the cut genitalia of Cronus from which Aphrodite emerged). The bowstring of the Hindu love god Kamadeva is made of honeybees and Vishnu is often depicted as a blue bee"

"Bees in Ancient times were also the symbol of the Goddess Artemis. This was because she was once the Great Mother who created the world without the help of a male God. The ancients believed that bees created themselves through parthenogenesis, so bees became a symbol of the Virgin Creatrix Mother"

Sooo all honeyed out?

How about a light sea voyage
If you look sideways at Anne Boleyn or Marie Antoinette or Princess Diana you might be forgiven for thinking you can make out the outline of Helen of Troy.


One woman who powerfully captures the imagi-NATION of his story

We are told that it was Henry VIII's desire to marry Anne Boleyn, that led to his sacking of the Roman Catholic church & setting up his own DIY business. He patented a number of creative products.

Who can forget 'Monks Away', the most effective Monastery disolvent known to man.


And then of course there was the extra strength (& cost effective) "Henry's Spray & Wife"

'"Removes stubborn wives without harsh scratching"

"
Henry's marriage to Anne, and her subsequent execution, made her a key figure in the political and religious upheaval that was the start of the English Reformation."

Further down the track we come to the Queen of the Gateaux Chateau


No one really remembers her husband. It is just this lady that holds the dubious claim to fame. Her name exists in history as monumentally as the obelisk that marks the spot where she lost her head.

Not far from that spot is the underground Moon Temple where she may well have died again.

Well why not?

"One day I'm going to go up in a helicopter and it'll just blow up. MI5 will do away with me" - Princess Diana"

"In 1995, two years before her death, Princess Diana warned of a plot to kill her in a "Staged Car Crash"

The possible 'whys' of her death have been gone into extensively, along with the possible who's.

But what if she is, (& has had), a reincarnational career as sacrificial 'queen'? What if her fears of death were re-memberings of dismemberings?

What if the lives & deaths of this queen bee have an intregal part of circulating or recirculating (or recycling) an energy that is not as infinite as we have been led to believe.

What if public rousing tragi-dramas & horrific destruction are what turns the hamster wheel of this cough, cough 'life'?


What if emotions such as human rage & agony are among the methods by which energy & time are eternalized in this world?

If we were all happy for a day would this world go away? What might we see?



I had loads of other personages of historical signifigance to twin up reincarnationally speaking, but I gotta go!

I leave you with this.

Shortly before her (latest?) death, Princess Diana was cruising the Mediterranean in a yacht called, or should I say 'spelled' Sokar


"In Egyptian mythology, Seker (also spelled Sokar...) was originally... the deification of the act of separating the Ba and Ka from the Ha, roughly the separation of soul from the body, after death.

Perhaps it is time to play with history.
To look & wonder if famous names & great ones might not have an air of familiarity.

Additional:
A little extra on the bees that leads to wondering how important a role they may have to play in these strange times.

"For if they are not courteously kept informed of everything that happens, they will take umbrage, swarm, and fly away, or die of grief or resentment. In the British Isles and all over Europe, the folk continually keep the bees abreast of the news, at national as well as local level; decking the hives with crepe or ribbon, whichever fits the case. On one occasion, an ancient great-aunt of mine, hieratically assuming a head-dress of feather and globules of jet, required me to accompany her to the beehives. 'But you surely don't need a hat, Aunt Jane! They're only at the end of the garden.' 'It is the custom', she said, grandly. 'Put a scarf over your head.' Arrived, she stood in silence for a moment. Then - 'I have come to tell you,' she said, formally, 'that King George V is dead. You may be sorry, but I am not. He was not an interesting man."

& how about this?

"For the Bee has at all times and places been the symbol of life - life as immortality. In the Celtic languages, the Cornish 'beu', the Irish 'beo', the Welsh 'byw', can all be translated as 'alive' or 'living'... So, the Bee stands for - or is a manifestation of - the fundamental verb 'to be'. 'I am, thou art, he is', it declares, as it goes humming past."

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I wonder...


I heard an old George Michael song on the radio this morning & as I mentioned him in my last article, I lent my ears to his spellyrics.

Because of them I was reminded of something I've wondered about for a while.

The song was Father Figure

and it ends on these lines

"I won’t let you go my baby
I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
‘Til the end of time
I will be your father
I will be your preacher
I will be your father
I will be the one who loves you
‘Til the end of time
"

That song & those lyrics made me question better, stronger & faster than I've done before - well it is the six million dollar question we're pondering here.

What other notion is there in this world that keeps us eternally hanging on & hanging round.

It must be...


well yes it is madness, but the correct answer is LOVE.

I think there is a general feeling amongst ...errr questioners, that if something has been launched into the mass-mind by a precisely aimed-media barrage, that it may have alternative ...ummm connotations.

Quite some years ago, when my son was about eight, he came to me & sounding slightly shocked, announced that all the songs on the radio were about love, either being in love or having lost it. I, who knew this well, but was so used to it, was forced to take a more conscious note.

There seems to be a general feeling that 'Love' (well our modern version of it), arrived on a flower powered bus in the 60's.


Actually I arrived then too, though not in such a psychedelic way & not on a bus.

From then until now, there seems (to me) to have been this highly intoxicating suggestion that 'all you need is love'. This love thing has entwined it's way into our lives in an extraordinarily virulent way.


Although I'm no expert on the 60's, my historical senses insist on tying the birth of love to the birth of song (as I currently know it)


An inquisitorial discussion (not of the Spanish kind you understand) took place with my West African friend a few weeks ago. Ideas were toyed with & past memories elicited. The sum of this equation equalled the suggestion that music is used to 'invoke' certain energies. When I asked my friend what he felt was invoked with Rock Music (using the Rolling Stones as a touchstone), he felt that an angry, aggressive or youth-filled energy was being called up. His feeling about the Beatles interested me mightily for he felt that their music would be used as an invocation of fertility.

At the time I was impressed for it seemed to me that, in the scheme of things modernly musical, the Beatles were most certainly of seminal import. The '60s were certainly a time of mighty change.

In 1969 a huge contingent of two legged earthlings swallowed the idea that a man conquered the moon with a giant step.



Two years before this big day out, four fabulous footsteps led the world down another mind altering path


In a ritual invocation, the Beatles fertilised Our World with their love in the summer of 1967.


No. no. not our world, I mean Our World.



"Our World was the first live, international, satellite television production."

"With seemingly unstoppable momentum during the summer of 1967 ... The Beatles signed a contract to represent the BBC, and Britain, on Our World, the world's first live television satellite link-up to be seen by approximately 400 million people across five continents... John Lennon wrote the song [All You Need is Love] especially for the occasion, to the brief given by the BBC: it had to be simple so that viewers around the world would understand it.

The satellite link-up was devised by the BBC ... Personalities, including Maria Callas and Pablo Picasso, from 19 nations performed in separate items from their respective countries. The event, which lasted two-and-a-half hours,
had the largest television audience to date... For the first time ever, linking five continents and bringing man face to face with mankind, in places as far apart as Canberra and Cape Kennedy, Moscow and Montreal, Samarkand and Söderfors, Takamatsu and Tunis... The Beatles then performed All You Need Is Love... surrounded by various friends including Mick Jagger, Keith Richard, Marianne Faithfull, Keith Moon, Eric Clapton... All were dressed in colourful clothes, and were surrounded by flowers, balloons and placards... After the broadcast ended and the studio guests had left, The Beatles finished off recording the song ahead of its release as a single... All You Need Is Love was mixed the following day, and rush-released on 7 July 1967
."

The day that the world stood loved occurred exactly 42 years prior to the death of Michael Jackson this year on 25th June.



The date that recorded Love was released into the world is the now infamous date of the London's 2005 bombings - 7th July.



I didn't start out with any intention of writing about the Beatles, they just came out of the woodwork (as beetles do) whilst I dabbled a little sleuthily on the Internet.

As I was driving home from work tonight & pondering on love, a number of car licence plates seemed to seek out my attention. A Volkswagen called 'Bug', made me think of love bug & ponder on the almost virus like characteristics of modern Love, while another car sporting an XP seemed to suggest to me that perhaps it is through that very word, that we have been conquered.

You see for a while now my somewhat distrusting mind has wondered if the spell that the word love casts is of a destructive nature. I have wondered if it's vibration or frequency could convey a very different message to the one played out to our conscious ears. What if it vibrates to a different tune?

One of the reasons I wonder this is because of the frequency with which this word is used - which is incessantly.

Is it just a word that the marketers of all things material have swooped on or does it invoke something more? Is some energy 'raised' each time the word is used? Remember it is a word that is very much tied to emotion - the vital component of all invocation.

And should this sound too weird, I remind you that there is a rebellious Celt who is firmly convinced that the universal symbol of 'love', the heart, is in fact a symbolic depiction of the vagina. Bearing in mind the power of all things sexual to attract & hold human attention & keep it in the programme it's accustomed to, this should not really be too surprising or unexpected.

If that symbol is a cheat, then what of the word itself?

Perhaps the best thing to do might be to look at the experience of love. If the word was a loaded gun, might we not expect to see evidence of injury amongst 'users' of such a weapon?




I know these refer to the programme of 'romantic love', yet they are eloquent all the same.

If we had eyes to see, might we see that this 'spelling' of love invokes an energy that comes with barbs to wound & hooks that bind too tightly - for these seem to be among the greatest harvests that are reaped when this word is in progress.

As the western world continues it's insatiable conquest of all things living, that emotion-feeling-energy, purported be love, is supremely noticeable by it's absence. We are entombed in a civilisation that spouts love, but enforces artificial isolation.

Anyway this is really just meant to be a little wondering session.

I feel a great tiredness of late amongst those who have shone brightest & it worries me. We did not come here to put our lights out. I do believe that there is a vast trickiness at work within this world. Therefore let's leave no stone or word unturned. I'm simply offering a suggestion that there could be more than one level to this word 'Love' & it might pay to wonder what energy may be being created, magnified, or harnessed with each emotional repetition.

I return to where I started & why I decided to put these thoughts into words. If words & music are used to invoke more than we realise & the word Love has a particular & possibly unhealthy frequency, then how might we re-read or re-hear the lyrics of George Michael & to who or what might they be aimed?

"I won’t let you go my baby
I will be your father figure

Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
‘Til the end of time
I will be your father
I will be your preacher
I will be your father
I will be the one who loves you
‘Til the end of time
"

Incidentally, George had his 4th birthday on the day the World got loved by the Beatles.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

The god squad


"In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him." (Dereke Bruce)

Now this is where the gods went wrong, they stopped with the dog. Doggone it, they even turned the canine name back to front, lest we forget them.

Not that that would ever be allowed to happen.


For the gods & their games have been stalking us for a very long time indeed.

It seems to me there's been a big show going on, on this catwalk called histroy. Each 'new' culture contributing it's own fashion sense AND religion.


The Greeks came bearing gifts of epic proportions (which is just as well considering that their Olympian overlords were in constant need of sport & entertainment).

Then came the Romans bearing shapely thighs & a great dollop of testosterone (which mightily pleased their own pantheon of prime movers).

Somewhat later they covered up their thighs & brought in a more pontifical & severe look, in keeping with their neo-uno-supergod (minions were allowed to suffer greatly & dress in natural shades of sackcloth & ashes)


Time passed & the Tudors further advanced the severe(d) look with a display of headless queens. They also put a new angle(c)on religion & made themselves rite royal.

More time passed, the world got dissected, inspected & experted upon. Text books were written, stuff was understood & the gods were sent packing to the ignorant past.

Cough, cough.

Sorry, nearly choked on my rosary beads.

For this space & time I suggest that the gods are where they have always been - riding on our backs.
I propose that the religion of each civilisation is tailored to seamlessly fit the society upon which the gods need to feed.

No doubt you've done enough reading to know that similar deities appear throughout a multitude of time periods. Put the Greek god Hermes into a Roman breadmaker & the god Mercury will be sure to rise. Put Artemis into a Versace frock & hey presto, instant Diana. Send a sun god out for a loaf of bread & a son of god will return with a pcinic basket & a couple of fish.

Come on keep up.

Put a newspaper reporter into a phone box, throw in some red & blue underwear & out pops an iron man of steel.
Put an actor on the big screen & the cover of a magazine & out pops a demi-god. Put a songster on the tv tabernacle & the radio pulpit & an idol is propagated. Feed the mind drugged populace a diet of celebrity ad nauseum & a cult is created.


Our modern world worships celebrity. Thesaurus-tically, the word celebrity twins with the likes of the "aristocracy, beautiful people, blue blood, crème de la crème, elect, establishment, glitterati, high society, nobility." It keeps company with the "acclaimed, illustrious, applauded, renowned, glorious, immortal."

"In research published in the British Journal of Psychology, psychologists established a "sliding scale" of celebrity worship - one in which the devoted fan becomes increasingly hooked into the object of their attention, until their feelings begin to resemble addiction."


"Evidence indicates that poor mental health is correlated with celebrity worship."

"It's an unhealthy interest in the lives of the rich and fabulous. According to the researchers, about a third of us have it to some degree
."

If we take an etymological looksee at what celebrity was birthed to mean, a rather interesting understanding emerges "celebrity c.1380, "solemn rite or ceremony."



Can we therefore reinterpret the flashing stars that draw eye & heart to the big screen, tv, stage & magazine as clerics & missionaries who spread the word to all corners & curves of the globe?

And if so what is their creed?

How about a religion that is so tailored to the fabric of our modern society that we're not sure which came first. It's (made up by me) name - The Church of the Wholly Material.


We should be noticing by now a certain echoing of previous (& ongoing) religions.
- The familiar crick in the neck that comes from looking UP to greater beings.
- The familiar dues & adulation that must be consistently paid by beings of ground dwelling status.
- And who can forget the grand dramas played out on the screen of life - the heroic actors whose golden deeds of living & dying separates them from their audience whose only task is to grasp these tales with their minds
.

Thus we are led back to where I originally intended to start my last article.

With death.


I had erroneously thought that birth was for beginnings, but it seems that those in 'the know' (& they seem to know a lot more than I), prefer death as the entree on the 'menu of creation'.

So if you will just grab a hold of the four horsemen's reigns for a second, we'll contemplate the deadly requirements of any 'good' religion. Let the Greeks lead the way.

"Besides the word worship, we may use the word cult. As in the expression hero cult."

"When we consider the Hero in ancient Greek culture... we must 'de-familiarize' our notion of what a hero is... First and foremost, the... hero was a religious figure, a dead person who received cult honors and was expected in return to bring prosperity...


The hero, who is mortal, not immortal like the gods, must suffer during his or her lifetime, and, significantly, must die. Only after death can the hero receive immortalization in cult and in song. The hero must struggle against the fear of death, in order to achieve the most perfect death. Such a perfect moment must be recorded in song, kleos. Kleos means 'glory, fame, that which is heard'... kleos was used to refer to both the medium and the message of the glory of heroes...



Unlike natural flowers that go through the cycle of blooming and then wilting, this unnatural flower, this kleos, will forever stay the same, never losing its color, aroma, and overall beauty.
The
songs sung for heroes and the cult honors given to them in worship and festivals, including athletic festivals,
celebrated in their honor, are an attempt to provide compensation for the death of the hero... these honors are considered ongoing and never-ending... those who participate in the worship believe that it will continue forever, thus providing a way for the hero to be immortalized, to live on forever."

"In real worship, we do not just do ritualistic worship but we try to imbibe the qualities of the one we are worshipping" (Rig Veda)

In the last article we looked at one who appears to fulfil a role of herald & chief priest to the gods.

A funereal looking psychcopomp standing before the great temple of Windsor Castle?

So did you pay attention to the Greek bit above? Did you note the need for heroes to be sung - as opposed to unsung. And of course you do realise they do need to be dead, deceased & pushing up the daisies (daisy O.E. dægesege, from dæges eage "day's eye," because the petals open at dawn and close at dusk).

On 15th July 1997, Gianni Versace was murdered as he put a key into the lock of the gateway of his Miami abode. The fashion king was shot twice at close range by a 'gay psycho'. Bloody nutters!

End of story? No.

A wee while ago the king of pop was done to death by lethal injection.

He graciously & posthumously shared the extravaganza of his memorial with his fallen comrade, Gianni Versace.

"MOURNING GLORY: One thing the overwhelmed Jackson clan didn't have to worry about before Michael Jackson's memorial was their clothes. Apparently Janet herself put in a call to Donatella Versace, who knows what it's like to lose a talented brother before his time. She agreed to outfit the whole fam in Versace's finest."



The strange thing is, that 'Jackson' was there to pay homage as Versace died.

"On July 15, 1997, fashion icon Gianni Versace was declared dead at Jackson Memorial Hospital, following a shooting in front of his Ocean Drive mansion, the Casa Casuarina, in Miami Beach."


Coincidentally
both icons departed this plane at 50 years of age.

After reading Ellis Taylor's awesome A Year of Tears & Tears article , I decided to toy with time. I found a site that counted down days & up days & proceeded forth to juggle with infamous dates. In my timescale lottery I opted for the choice of including the end date in each count, I'm not of a mathematical bent, but it seemed to make sense to me.

Well I found bugger all & was close to calling it quits when I remembered the importance that Ellis placed on the Michael Jackson sacrifice. So I entered the end days of these two great ones.

What I got blew my socks off (they were last seen orbiting Neptune).

Remembering how important 'remembering' is in all things sacrificial we find that the time between the deaths of Versace & Jackson, is a memorial in itself.

"11 years, 11 months, 11 days including the end date" - 11/11/11

"Remembrance Day ... is a day to commemorate the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and of civilians in times of war, specifically since the First World War. It is observed on 11 November to recall the end of World War I on that date in 1918. (Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 ... The day was specifically dedicated by King George V" (wiki)

"The moment when hostilities ceased on the Western Front became universally associated with the remembrance of those who had died in the war"

"King George V personally requested all the people of the British Empire to suspend normal activities for two minutes on the hour of the armistice "which stayed the worldwide carnage of the four preceding years and marked the victory of Right (Rite?) and Freedom."


The reason I kept the bit about good King George was his connection to Michael & Elton.

It is now 8pm on a Sunday evening. I have work tomorrow & commitments for tomorrow night, therefore what follows will take a creative leaf out of Versace's book & why not, it's because of him that this trek came about. We are gonna mix & mingle as thoughts come to mind & see what kind of outfit we end up with.

So get your thimble at the ready...

We've just seen that King George V took out a copyrite on Remembrance Day & it's sacred hour of 11/11/11. We have linked (well I have) the memorial of Versace & Michael Jackson with those same numbers. Now there is a man who until recently, I somehow kept overlooking despite his connection with the one I called chief priest, Elton John.

Like Elton he also sports two first names, those of George & Michael.

These four christian names got together 6668 (including end date) days ago & sang a song to Apollo or was it Ra?

"It was as a duet with George Michael that "Don't Let The Sun Go Down on Me" had its greatest success. The pair had performed the song at the Live Aid concert in 1985. Recorded live at a concert at Wembley Arena, London on March 25, 1991 when Elton John was a surprise guest of George Michael, the duet became a massive hit on both sides of the Atlantic. It was released later that year and reached number one on the UK singles chart for two weeks in December 1991."

Two points. Firstly 25th March, 1991 that just happened to be Elton John's 44th birthday. Secondly, the sun had in fact just set on he who would be Queen, Freddie Mercury, when this very song peaked in the charts.

Aha I just found a thirdly. According to this page, Don'tletTheSunGODownonMe was preceded by Michael Jackson's "Black or White" which rattles the ol' skull & bones for all of an occult 3:22 minutes.



This returns us to Versace - keeping up ok?

"It was Gianni [Versace] who first collaborated with Michael [Jackson], back in 1983; the designer was still an up-and-comer, and the singer was already a superstar in need of an ensemble worthy of a duet with Paul McCartney (“Say Say Say”). The unusual black-and-white-checked tailcoat Gianni whipped up must have pleased Jackson, as he continued to wear Versace both on- and offstage throughout his life. Several of Michael’s iconic, military-inspired costumes, as seen in both the Dangerous and HIStory tours, were Versace creations."


OK let's whizz forward in time again. Remember Elton, he's back on the centre stage again.

If celebrity is the clergy of the new religion & Elton a chief priest, then would it surprise you to learn that the clergy were gathered at the chief priests abode for his yearly extravaganza White Tie & Tiara Fundraising Party, when the news broke about the death of Michael Jackson.

"Celebrities had descended on Elton's £20million home to attend what has become the society event of the summer. But it seems that the death of the hugely popular pop star cast a shadow over the usually jolly events"

"Would it surprise you to learn that Elton sang for Michael (whom Ellis Taylor calls the representation of Apollo, the sun god) & that the song was "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me".
That particular song we recall was made famous when it was perfomed as a duet with George Michael on Eltons 44th birthday. This year Michael Jackson's death was performed on George Michael's birthday - 25th June.

The SUNGOD song contains a rather worrying line

"although I search myself, it's always someone else I see. "

OK back to Versace - the boldly sexual & dramatic Italian fashion designer (& I believe, yet another high priest of the modern religion). Let's follow the Greeks (& their sneaky gods) again.

"Gianni Versace was born in South Italy – in a landscape known in ancient times as "Magna Graeca", Great Greece, because of its magnificent cities and states, that Greek people had founded there a long time ago. The Greek heritage has lived on in this area, where classical tradition and the union of the unique and the simple are passed on from father to son, mother to daughter."

"Medusa appeared in Versace's world almost immediately, and accounts of his childhood (which differ) say that he had found either a mosaic of her near a beach in Calabria or a statue of her on family property"

"No figure in the world of fashion and design, however, has ever had a closer association with Medusa than Gianni Versace. His self-selected symbol ...


is "now perhaps as twentieth-century an image as the Nike swoosh."

"... he [Versace] declared that "Medusa means seduction"."

"Eccentric rocker SIR ELTON JOHN will only eat from VERSACE china plates, because he's convinced they are all possessed by the spirit of his late pal, designer GIANNI VERSACE.
Elton and his partner, Canadian producer DAVID FURNISH, were close friends with Versace, who was shot dead outside his home in Miami, Florida in 1997. And they claim they feel closer to him when they dine from his china.
David explains, "Because of the great friendship Elton had with Gianni there's a lot of sentimental attachment.
"It's like you can feel his spirit in every bowl
."



I'm sorry I'd planned to wrap all this up & get it posted tonight by hook or by crook. Instead, as fast as I type new ideas & connections keep surfacing, so this gets to be an introduction after all.

In the next exciting instalment we check out the first designing family, we strip search the new religion, uncover a terrible curse, journey on a cursed ship & follow a trail of rite 'royal' murders.


Is it just me or can you see the face of the dead king of pop in this album cover? Once I pointed it out to my son he could see it too.