Towers of Baab’el and Levers of Control….
Hope everyone is well.
We are entering the Dog days of Summer. And the up-coming Venus Transit across the Sun Disc is a major marker for all of us, individually and collectively. Read my previous post on it, Google it….in-form your-self.
We ARE a Pentagram….
And we are on an evolutionary path (are you?)….
5 senses, 5 Elements, 5 tastes, Five fingers…… on and on and on…..
Like all major events such as this, there are Global Effects and Individual effects.
Look, deeply, at what is happening around us. It’s NOT a pretty time. Globally. Individually, we are all on our own rides, so how we feels depends on where we are in our own, personal cycle.
But the big-picture is un-pretty to say the least.
How is it all connected? More on that soon. But for now, I’d advice everyone to dive-in a little.
At least get a good sense of your own Pentagrammity. 🙂
The more our awareness expands to embrace larger and larger archetypes, the less we play with the devil, hiding as he does in the details. And the deeper the messages we receive from said archtypal events/people/places etc.
It’s not about knowing more, it’s about feeling more.
Also, we’re watching the great un-ravelling as I type. All things held Sacred, or True or Factual, or Historical or worship-worthy are falling, falling. Idols with clay feet, history, false as taught, false as written, false as believed.
Our virtual towers will crumble before we see our literal towers crash.
There are ominous reverberations of the mythical tower of Babel. Three literal examples stand out….
None of them bode well. In the ugly, energy twisting, angular, harsh geometry of our modern architecture (see any arches in our architecture???), we can see how our attempts to reach for the stars are so full of hubris.
The end of every age has a story of a great crashing and crumbling. As the earth shakes, ever more, we reach higher. Is that not the very definition of insanity?
And yet here we are….
Burj Al’Khalifa, Dubai
Over-reach, in every sense.
” From private butlers hired for each collection to free of charge helicopter and Rolls Royce guest transfers, everything in among boasts one of the greatest standards of importance, not only in Dubai, but all over the Middle East”
Above, the Tokyo Skytree, complete with it’s Masonic reflecting pool. As above, so below, they say. Such a cheap interpretation.
And last but not least and to my instinct, most chilling…
The Shard in London…. phew….
Work on the Shard began in February 2009 and an estimated £450million has been spent on its construction so far.
The building will offer uninterrupted 360-degree views of the capital, stretching for 40 miles in every direction.
Visitors will be able to enjoy the view from an observatory that will be 72 floors up.
Billed as a ‘vertical city’, it will comprise offices up to floor 28, then three floors of restaurants; a five-star 19-storey hotel of 200 rooms; ten apartments over 12 floors – each seven times larger than a semi-detached house and likely to fetch tens of millions of pounds each; and, finally, the observatory and spire.
Designed by Italian Renzo Piano to resemble an iceberg emerging from the Thames, the Shard has not been without controversy.
One more view…
A shard of glass….hmmmmmm……
A vertical city, sounds a lot like the Burj…now, still mostly desolate, un-finished.
These are to my mind, the Great Masonic Errors.
Masons are of course architects first and fore-most.
Mark my words, these three buildings will be much talked about and for all the wrong reasons. Like the ill-advised, masonic, ritual, lying NASA and it’s reach for the stars, lies, death and hubris are in the DNA of all three.
In a similar vein, though not exactly, two shockers, showing how much of our current world view has been manipulated…
First this, from none other than Mr. Cubism himself.
AND THE SAD TRUTH ABOUT THE TOUTED AND ELITE FINE ART WORLD
Picasso Confesses- from an article by John Garth, Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts, in the ARGONAT. (no date given)]
In his book LIBRO NERO, the Italian author Giovanni Papini gives this report of an interview he had with the top god of modern art, Pablo Picasso. Here is what Picasso reportedly thinks of himself:
“From the moment that art ceases to be food that feeds the best minds, the artist can use his talents to perform all the tricks of the intellectual charlatan. Most people can today no longer expect to receive consolation and exaltation from art.
“The ‘refined,’ the rich, the professional ‘do-nothings’, the distillers of quintessence desire only the peculiar, the sensational, the eccentric, the scandalous in today’s art. I myself, since the advent of Cubism, have fed these fellows what they wanted and satisfied these critics with all the ridiculous ideas that have passed through my mind.
“The less they understood them, the more they admired me. Through amusing myself with all these absurd farces, I became celebrated, and very rapidly. For a painter, celebrity means sales and consequent affluence. Today, as you know, I am celebrated, I am rich.
“But when I am alone, I do not have the effrontery to consider myself an artist at all, not in the grand old meaning of the word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya were great painters. I am only a public clown–a mountebank.
“I have understood my time and have exploited the imbecility, the vanity, the greed of my contemporaries. It is a bitter confession, this confession of mine, more painful than it may seem. But at least and at last it does have the merit of being honest.”
True? I feel it. Cubism seemed a sham to me from the start. Most so called modern art was stewarded by the American Central Intelligence Agency. So was most modern music. The Beatles, all of the famous musicians that poured out of Laurel Canyon in the 60’s….. very very shocking once you dive…
More on the CIA and it’s Culture Warriors another day.
Equally sad, and clearly equally true (to my instinct)… the Origins of Gangsta Rap….that has driven first America and now the world into a cess-pool of Show you Baaaady, Bitch this and Ho that, Pimp Daddy…….down down down….. killed black culture…destroyed black society, made it all cool to the whites, destroyed white society…. on and on….as one key facet of modern control. Mind control….
“The Secret Meeting that Changed Rap Music and Destroyed a Generation”
After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.
Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.
The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.
Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments. I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.
Please do read the rest of it…
And there you have it….
What to speak of Libya’s descent into hell, Syria being pushed there, Iran in the wings, pakistan Droned, more and more, Drones int eh American skies, state sponsored murder, false flag terror, mindless killings………
The bright spots are inside us first. The outside is very much a reflection of who we are with-in.
i’m personally feeling the urge to move again, new frontiers…new energies, fresh people, some innocence perhaps…. Bangalore is FUBAR, sadly. Cannot even source clean water here anymore. Mammon, stench, noise…these rule, people are behaving more and more demented…
More on this once great city another day….
Blessings all around…this information is not intended to get you down, but to push you in! 😉