Thursday 30 June 2016

The Hand That Feeds





You're keeping in step 
in The Line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
'Cause you do 
what you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?

Will you bite the hand that feeds?

Will you chew until it bleeds?

Can you get up off your knees?

Are you brave enough to see?

Do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade's 
A charade?
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood 
Which we dine
Justified in the name of The Holy and The Divine...?

Just how deep do you believe?

Will you bite the hand that feeds?

Will you chew until it bleeds?

Can you get up off your knees?

Are you brave enough to see?

Do you want to change it?


So naive, 
I keep holding on to what I want to believe 
I can see 
But I keep holding on and on 
and on and on...,

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?


Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?


Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?


Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?


Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?


Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?


Will you bite the hand that feeds you?

Will you stay down on your knees?

Double Consciousness and The Souls of Black Folks


"I've got 2 sides,
and they're both friends..."
-My Name is Prince




"It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder."

— W.E.B Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

Sin D.)

"Excuse me:- U Ever Danced with The Devil in the Pale Moonlight...?"

** THUMP !!**

- Batman

The Two Fools


Here, I want you to meet somebody.

This is Cindy. She me.

She won't talk all that much, and certainly not to you, but we're going to work on that.


She's my Depression. Today.

Not just my Depression, the core and focus of all my negativity. As a girl.

And she's insane.

She's the part of me that wants to keep me safe forever by murdering me.

The ink, the hair, the trollopy make-up and the piercings, and that degrading selfies is a form of self-harm.

Say hello.


I let Prince pick out her name - he indicated to me non-verbally that this was the name she has chosen for herself, so we're stuck with it. 

At least we know she's funny. 

Even though that's probably not on purpose.

Plus, she smokes.

I have no idea where she got that from, but I understand why she does it.

Suffice it to say, I an ultimately to blame fit it, so I am going to shut up and stop judging, I am in no position to complain.



I'm saying that's why I was attracted to *****.

Law of Attraction - we are attracted to people like ourselves.

We all like nice people. Most people marry very nice people. And then cheat on them with people that reflect the darkness, ugliness and inadequacy in themselves.

That's why Desire is sacred and Lust is a Deadly Sin.

That's Cindy.

She sometimes tries to kill me because she loves me and I constantly reject, neglect and ignore her. 

Which makes her just a little sad, angry and bitter.


That's why I've set aside some time for the rest of today to try to make her feel special, and at least show her some attention, if not actual affection.


Feed the Rabbit.

Don't kill da wabbit.

[With your spear & magick helmet]

Of course, the idea is, the more I build up her self-esteem, the prettier and sexier and more loveable she gets, so...





Assuming this goes well, I may have a goddess on my hands to cope with pretty soon...

I could do worse.

But it won't discourage or prevent the smoking. I accept that.

My Man taught me this.

Prince wrote this staring into a mirror :

"This is it
It's time for u to go to the wire
U will hit
Cuz u got the burnin' desire
It's your time (Time)
U got the horn so why don't u blow it
U are fine (Fine)
U're filthy cute and baby u know it

Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Don't u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop

U're so good
Baby there ain't nobody better (Ain't nobody better)
So u should
Never, ever go by the letter (Never ever)
U're so cool (Cool)
Everything u do is success
Make the rules (Rules)
Then break them all cuz u are the best

Yes u are

Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Don't u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop

Look up in the air, it's your guitar

Do your dance
Why should u wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make u stronger
It's your time (It's your time)
U got the horn so why don't u blow it (Go on and blow it)
U're so fine (U're so fine)
U're filthy cute and baby u know it (U know it)

Come on
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Don't u ever stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop

Cream
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop

Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Don't u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop

Boogie..."

That Spear & Magick Helmet, by the way - that's Pallas Athena. And her owls.

She has a Raven oppressing her.

Perched RIGHT on top of her head.

"NEVERMORE"


Cindy C.

Is me.

I only found her thanks to  Prince.

He made me realise I had to undertake a long, gruelling and arduous trial, a test of mind, body and spirit.

I had to go on a Quest. In my flat.

And then he helped me to find her and showed me exactly where she was.



It took me almost two months of constant effort to search out, track down, trace, located and retrieve my copy of The Black Album.

From Outer Darkness.

And that's how I came to find her - our there, all alone in the dark.

So I brought her home with me, even though she was completely out of her mind, gone completely feral. 

I felt responsible for her, so I realised I had to give her a face and try to talk to her, even though she hates me and wants to drag me to Hell.

I thought I should also give her a name, if I was going to try talk to her but I felt My Man just wag his finger at me and issue a stern rebuke, cuz he know I know better than that.

She HAS a name, as I know damn well already.

And I know Xactly what it is...



Right there b4 my eyez





Welcome to the Nancy Tribe


Giles
We'll get our memory back, and it'll all be right as rain. 


Spike
Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. 

He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy boy accent. 

You Englishmen are always so... 



Bloody hell. 



Spike
[Counting on his fingers
Sodding, 
Blimey, 
Shagging, 
Knickers, 
bollocks. 



Oh, God. I'm English. 



Giles
Welcome to the Nancy Tribe. 

Black Dot : The Goddess Formerly Known as "Diana"

Melchizedek, The Dark Messenger
The Black Muse

I am a Priest Forever in the Order of Melchizedek.



Wednesday 29 June 2016

BreXit : Why Britain is for Separation (Not Segregation)


"Forget it Jack, it's just Chinatown..."




"We don't go for segregation. We go for separation. Separation is when you have your own. You control your own economy; you control your own politics; you control your own society; you control your own everything. You have yours and you control yours; we have ours and we control ours.
They don't call Chinatown in New York City or on the West Coast a segregated community, yet it's all Chinese. But the Chinese control it. Chinese voluntarily live there, they control it. They run it. They have their own schools. They control their own politics, control their own industry. And they don't feel like they're being made inferior because they have to live to themselves. They choose to live to themselves. They live there voluntarily. And they are doing for themselves in their community the same thing you do for yourself in your community. This makes them equal because they have what you have. But if they didn't have what you have, then they'd be controlled from your side; even though they would be on their side, they'd be controlled from your side by you.
So when we who follow the Honorable Elijah Muhammad say that we're for separation, it should be emphasized we're not for segregation; we're for separation. We want the same for ourselves as you have for yourselves. And when we get it, then it's possible to think more intelligently and to think in terms that are along peaceful lines. But a man who doesn't have what is his, he can never think always in terms that are along peaceful lines."
Malcolm  X Shabbazz



Yeah, But I've Been Down Here Before, And I Know the Way Out


This guy's walking down a street when he falls in a hole. 

The walls are so steep, he can't get out. 

A doctor passes by, and the guy shouts up, "Hey you, can you help me out?" 

The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. 

Then a priest comes along, and the guy shouts up "Father, I'm down in this hole, can you help me out?" 

The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. 

Then a friend walks by. "Hey Joe, it's me, can you help me out?" 

And the friend jumps in the hole. 

Our guy says, "Are you stupid? Now we're both down here." 

The friend says, 

"Yeah, but I've been down here before, and I know the way out."



[Verse 1]
Listen to me closely as the story unfolds
This could be the saddest story even been told
I used to want the house with the biggest pool
Reminiscing now I just feel like a fool

[Chorus]
Keep breaking me down, down, down
Keep breaking me down, down, down
Keep breaking me down, down, down
Keep breaking me down, down, down

[Verse 2]
I used to throw the party every New Year's Eve
First one intoxicated, last one to leave
Waking up in places that you would never believe
Give me back the time, you can keep the memories

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Every book I've read said that I would meet somebody like you
Whenever I was sorry, so sorry for the things I used to do
A journal full of numbers that I used to go through
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) all behind me now, all because of you

[Chorus]

You keep breaking me, you keep breaking me down
I don't wanna, wanna go no
Don't wanna go down, down, down

[Verse 4]
Baby, baby see there's a door that you can walk through
Where there used to be a wall
I don't care, it's cool as long as you catch me baby
(Catch me when I fall) If there's ever a fall
Closer to the breakdown, the closer we get


The Alchemy of Ghostbusters



"Only a Carpathian would come back to life now and choose New York! 

If you had brain one in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be living the sweet life out in Southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley!* "

[ * The Jerusalem of Sex ]

Dr. Peter "Pete" Venkman
President of the Largest Paranormal Investigation and Elimination etc. Etc....


The World is Changed.

We are now experiencing life in The World after 2012, and women have all the power.

Though many do not get know it yet, there are billions more that feel it, even if they do not see it.

And this will increase.

Boudicca is awake, and all her slaughtered daughters and Grand Daughterhood hear her cry to arise and turn again to glory.

The world is becoming more female.


The Mighty Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, Lord of the Storm, Malkeith's Bane, Slayer of the Wyrm, Guardian of the World-Ash Tree, Troll-Smasher, Hammer of the Goblin Horde, Crown Prince of Asgard and Conqueror of the Nine Worlds says :

"Hello, Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!"


"And will that be cash or charge?
No Diner's Club, American Express or Luncheon Vouchers.
Yes, we can accept a cashier's check or Visa."


THIS DOESNT APPEAR TO BE WORKING...

WHY ISNT THIS WORKING?

THIS USUALLY WORKS...

THIS SHOULD BE KILLING YOU...

WHY CAN'T I MAKE YOU DIE?!?


I learnt the by reading JLA : Earth2 by Grant Morrison - Gozer CAN'T win by manifesting in 1984 the way she did - because she's a girl.

Affect all of the Sheena Easton 9 to 5 hairdos you like, lady - as a deity, you absolutely cannot manifest physically in female form in the year 1984 and win...!!

She has no power here - she cannot even smite three ordinary mortal males.

They challenge her with maleness.


 They meet her at The Gate with autistic bureaucratic authoritarian pedantry, shouting, name calling, abusive language, mysogeny and finally, with their cocks, before ultimately rubbing all of their cocks together to make her go away, and are successful in their efforts to block her claim to power.

Four mortal men embarrass and humilate and vanquish a goddess, and weren't even killed.

There is essentially a nuclear detonation on the roof of that building, with a wall of flame and Godzilla-style atomic fire so intense it instantly incinerates and liquifies several hundred tonnes of highly processed sugar in barely a fraction of a split second and there isn't even a scratch on them.

Their hair isn't even burnt. 

Dan Ackroyd, Ivan Reitman and Harold Ramis claim  on the commentary track that this is "a joke", but I don't think it is - for one thing, it lacks a punchline or a point at which you are obviously meant to reflect on the absurdity and laugh, especially as it is so deeply embedded in the absolute complete dramatic apex of the entire picture.

I think this is intended (on some level) to reflect the fact that Gozer, as a girl, coming into The World of 1984 in the dying days of The Age of Men can't  hurt them because the dominant patriarchy makes them invincible.

No Bitches Don't B catchin no Ghosts.


[Mr. Stay-Puft is still too female because he is soft, sweet and gooey inside - YIELD to my nuclear physics!!]

All of the Politically Correct Anglophones out there are now racing to call that last series of remarks sexist and mysogonist. Well, only in America. And England.

The Universe is GENDERED, along with everything in it.

This has nothing to do with sex or sexuality.

This has mostly been eliminated from the English Language, except where it relates to ships and boats, but EVERYTHING in nature, like nature has a male and a female aspect to it, with one or other or them dominating - speakers of French or any romance language will be easily able to tell you why rivers and streams are called "she" while the planet Jupiter is a "he".

Gozer is a god - and as such, whenever he/she/it decides to vibrate it's energy downwards and intersect with the world of materialism and make it's pressence felt by intersecting with this dimensional plane of our three dimensions as a projection of her higher dimensional being, 

"It's whatever it wants to be." 

In 1984, in the Age of Men, females were wives, girlfriends, secretaries, mistresses, mothers, sisters, whores, nuns....

In 2016, Woman was The Goddess. 

But that's because the aeon flipped around in 2012 and the Age of Men has now passed.

Men were the Big Swinging Dicks on the block in 1984.

They didn't have time to mess around with no "goddess" back in the Reagan years.

Not since Boudicca, Asherah and Judy left town.

So let's just show this Pre-historic Bitch how we do things down town


Conversely, as a man and former earthly King, Vigo CAN win, and is far more successful because he manifests as a male destroyer warrior / sorcerer and seizes a baby man-child whilst brutalising her mother - but he can back at a point way too near to the end of the æon, in its dying twilight when the power of Men was failing and about to fall.

And as soon as he fully coporealises and vibrates down to BECOME a man (Ray), he can only do so parasitically by latching onto an existing male soul to draw in strength and anchor himself to this spiritual and material plain, which renders him vulnerable to attack (and defeat) by other mortal men, which then IMMEDIATELY occurs.

And Men are able to do effectively and totally vanquish Vigo when he manifests by using a combination attack volley of Male and Female weaponry to destabilise and disrupt his manifestation on this plain, jam all his frequencies and exorcise him completely from this level of reality - 

2 particle beams + 1 hose-down of vulva-pink mood slime =


"Vhi am I covered in goo...?"

Hey, man - I LOVE YOU."

A 1989 solution


[ I think it may be one of the Fettucchinis... ]


It's actually VERY interesting, there is Millenialism all over Ghostbusters 2, even down to the promotional campaign; just like with the Paul McGann 8th Doctor TV-Movie, although seemingly even MORE arbitrary and pedantic.

When Prince wrote about the End of the World and Judgement Day and called it 1999, he knew full well and never intended it to literally mean that the world would come to an end at midnight on Dec. 31st 1999 (or Dec. 31st 2000, come to that), just as when Rod Steiger talks of images and numbers sometimes appearing upside down in dreams and prophecy, such as 666 instead of 1999 in my personal favourite guilty apocalyptic action flick pleasure, End of Days. It's self-evidently tongue-in-cheek, ironic and intended to take the piss out of Bible Literalists and fundamentalists generally.

Vigo's intended takeover and manifestation, his little interdimensional happening is specifically scheduled to occur (he PLANNED it that way) at mid-night on New Years' Eve - just after 11:59pm Eastern Standard Time, on December 31st 1989.... Which means absolutely NOTHING...

Unless we are talking symbolically and alchemically and thinking magickally about somebody DESPERATE to get in early and beat the deadline to get as much prep time in as possible ahead of 2012.

And the trailer even plays this up even more than it already is present in the movie itself :


"At the stroke of midnight of the last decade of the Twentieth Century...!"

Which means WHAT, exactly....?

Well, means that we're on The Clock, man.

IF you are a man...

Time's running short.

Time's almost up.

And Vigo, (who, as Dan Ackroyd points out, unlike Gozer, has indeed "Lived Before" in This World as a man, as a King, and therefore actually is a ghost, and not a god (or so he thinks, in his mortal arrogance)) is determined to live (here) again as a man.

The idea of soul-hopping into a willing female host vessel never even occurs to him in his male-chauvinist arrogance.

The Egyptian Mystery Religion and the African tradition of spirituality teaches us that we are 

BORN DEAD into this world, we BECOME ALIVE, and then we ASCEND...

This is why Vigo needs a child, a baby (and, due to his vast excess of male vanity and presumption, a male child) to attach himself to and bond with as his new host body and live again in This World

Oscar Barrett is an empty vessel (an "ARK") of life and experience (practically), so there is nothing there to displace - it's like Professor X's soul-hopping into the brain of an adult "vegetable" at the end of X-Men : The Final Stand, but done logically and rationally.

Oscar has not yet lived and so thus is not yet fully alive, and thus fresh meat to sustain the necromancer.

He can mesmerize and corrupt Janoz to do his bidding and be his eyes and ears and hands on Earth, whilst empowering him with Earthly and spirit-realm magicks, but he can't occupy his body and displays his rather annoying and toadying personality.

This is why he doesn't just jump straight out of the painting and fully possess Ray in the first place - Ray is fully and truly alive, so he has to first enslave his will using magicks and hypnosis from the painting before he can get anywhere near actually manifesting inside Ray's body, but there is also far too much life there, of Ray's life to displace - it must require an enormous effort to push Ray's soul out of the way, and it's quite simply not sustainable

Vigo, for those few seconds, is a true parasite rather than Vigo reborn as Ray. 




Something truly awesome I only just realised :


I always dismissed that final scene in Ghostbuster 2 as being silly, goofy and nonsensical - why would exorcising Vigo's shade from his evil portrait using mood slime make a new painting of the four Ghostbusters as Gregorii Watchersrs as protectors over the infant Oscar? 

That's stupid, right? That doesn't make any sense.

That's not what's happening - Egon specifically says, whilst examining the painting up close,  "Early Rennaissance, I think...", when we know that Vigo['s head] died in 1505, which is LATE Rennaissance, which would have been when he cursed the painting and pur a portion of his essence into it to act as his talisman or mandala to anchor his spirit and act as a guide-rail drag his full consciousness back into our physical realm of material reality.

Such dark magicks doubtless called for a ritual sacrifice, destruction or corruption of something pure or innocent or beautiful to serve some awful, cruel and wicked, meaning that Vigo, or the artist he commissioned to capture a portion of his soul in the painting must have painted over an existing pure and beautiful image already on the canvas and trapped it underneath the paint to sustain its own need for corrupt destruction and irrational domination whilst he remained locked inside the portrait trapped inside various museum vaults, locked in storage, waiting for the right person to possess to once his strength began to ooze back out the canvas  and break free.

But his reliance on the mood slime was ultimately his downfall, and it betrayed and abandoned him when he thought his control over it was complete, certain and absolute.

He thought himself the Master of the Ooze, but he proved to wanting in his  attempts to weild it - he took Her for granted, She proved herself a fickle beast and a subtle vixen and ultimately allied with his enemies to precipitate his downfall and ultimately She destroyed him totally.

And this is how we learn....

So, to reiterate the point, it doesn't resemble an early-Rennaissance painting from the mid-1400s it is an early-Rennaissance painting from the mid-1400s created by some mad visionary prophet of the Italian Golden  Rennaissance who really managed to capture Egon's hair right, that Vigo didn't want anybody else seeing or knowing about prior to The [his] End of the World.


Such is Male Ego....


And the moral of the story is :


Feminism cannot be controlled or brought to heal - She will always turn against you if you try to break or train Her, and she cannot be domesticated; 

Only a Fool or an Idiot would even try. 


She is of The Wild, and She is Eternal

She is the Storm and She Reaps the Whirlwind, for Hell Hath No Fury.... 

And She is my Queen.





Serve the Black Dot.

I give you 

Thor Odinson, 

Conqueor of the Nine Realms, 
Hammer of the Goblin Horde, 
Midgard's Light 
and Crown Prince of the Fabled Halls of Asgard.

Aka "Kevin".