31 years and one evening ago I decided it was about time to start breathing air.
So over the course of the Eve of St John the Baptist my mother the psychonaut went into labour… I was born the next morning as far from Jesus’s birthday as you can possibly get.
(Yes, it is an awesome set of landing coordinates. My first and last cosmically graceful act.)
The feast of St John the Baptist is among the highest holidays of even Higher Strangeness.
From the Templars, the foundation of the Premier Grand Lodge of England, to the battle of Bannockburn to the battle of the Somme to the arrival of the shuttle Discovery, to the first modern sighting of a flying saucer… there is something about this Eve that is multidimensionally significant.
Here is a genuinely excellent and extensive round-up of a feast day that is the calendrical opposite of the Saviour’s birth (or at least it is now)… which itself has some heretical and deeply Gnostic implications.
And that is why it typically pays to keep a weather eye on all things symbolic when June 24 rolls round.
Like, say, Radio 1’s biggest broadcast in 44 years? Which closed out the Eve of St John with Egyptian symbology? (I was taught that 44 numerologically meant the angelic beings wished to make contact with you.)
Let’s remember that a couple of weeks ago London also played host to that little boat show. We have little info on the symbology of the boat order and placement of key people within the flotilla because of the poor broadcast coverage (did the BBC do that deliberately?) but rest assured it was undoubtedly there.
What was even weirder was how little commentary there was when the Queen “illuminated” the entire world with a tetrahedron (an oddly-shaped diamond) beneath the angel of victory at the (potentially Qliphothic) terminus of a kabbalistically aligned grid of New Jerusalem with St Paul’s at the other end.
This is moments after the palace melted into hallucinogenic machine elf colours.
An act which itself happened moments after millions of people heard “how fine her house is.”
And we know what this ritualistic blood obsessive means by “house”.
Honestly, I’m surprised the human suit didn’t slip right off out of sheer, lizardly pleasure. These people live for ritual in a way that would creep out the most baroque of magicians.
Remember, this is a woman who last year had her heir’s heir married on the Cosmati Floor – concealed for 150 years and reserved for the “ruler of all the Earth.” (Paging MBE-recipient, Grant Morrison.)
Onto the Olympics themselves. Here are a few factlets for you:
- Britain’s largest warship will be deployed in the Thames during the games.
- Sonic weapons have already been deployed in London.
- There will be more troops in London than Afghanistan during the games -the largest military presence since World War II.
- Missile batteries are being installed on council blocks across the East End.
- Locals are being advised to restrict their movements.
- Paranoids think that the opening ceremony will be used to stage the much-discussed false flag alien invasion required to bring about a world government. (Which would certainly explain all the missiles.)
And finally, in that funny way that rumours about 20,000 foot Annunaki mines get dropped into conversation in the small hours of the morning, some friends and I recently fell into drunken conversation with UKBA staff in a pub late one night. They pretty much said it’s “extremely advisable” to avoid the centre of town during the key opening and closing events.
The elephant thickens.
Having lived in an Olympic city during the “best Olympics ever” I’m actually a huge fan of the (non-Nazi) ideals that underpin the modern games. However you don’t need to look overly closely at popular culture to discern that the apocalypse Olympics are going to be proper weird.
So do I think Rihanna deliberately paid global homage to the Templars display of “a mysterious head” in Poitiers almost 700 years before? Or the foundation of a Masonic mega-lodge just a few miles down the road?
Not really. It could just be more hands on that elephant.
Do I think the royals are going harder on the symbolism than they have in years and are fully aware of what they’re doing?
Do I think some of our multidimensional spectators have arrived early?
An old imperial wedding, a psychedelic jubilee, a possible pregnancy, a currency collapse, a Nazi ceremony that requires the invasion of a city that hasn’t been invaded for a thousand years.
31 is gonna be hella interesting. Guess I’ll celebrate by seeing an opera about the country’s most famous wizard.
Happy birthday me.