In my more overly literal days, I would hold up Thoth as the premier example of a God whose existence you could discern from his constant appearance throughout history.

Those warms nights out on the smoking balcony at university, bothering polite friends with my pet theories, came back to me during my recent visit to the British Museum. Largely because it provides the first act to my little story of Thoth.

Thoth was there throughout Dynastic Egypt. The unverified but not unreasonable assertion that Teutates is a Celtic version of Djehuti point to Thoth in the background of classical Druidry. (Each year brings more and more evidence of sustained Bronze Age Mediterranean sea travel.) Thoth was there in Alexandria. Thoth was there in the Late Imperial age as some forms of Mercury. Thoth returned during the Renaissance. Thoth spread across Europe with the playing/Tarot cards that Crowley attributed to him. Thoth was woven into the elite obsession with the hermetic revival and we can thusly see his fingerprints on the rise of the Royal Academy, the rebuilding of Paris, the French and American revolutions… and then, of course, into the Victorian magical revival. Which brings us pretty much to today.

You can see how such a story appealed to my tiny, late adolescent mind. It certainly looks intentional.

And everyone on earth knows what happened to Isis. Perhaps indicating a difference in the personality traits commonly ascribed to their archetypes, her journey lacks the capriciousness of Thoth. She was more like “HAI. I’m over here now. Please adjust your contact lists accordingly.”

Intentional hybridity?

It has been my repeated assertion that trying to connect up all the machinations and syncs evident in an askance reading of history into one long narrative is a serious attribution error.

There is no new world order playing a centuries-long game of thrones with the ultimate end goal of installing a single global government. For all intents and purposes, we have that now, anyway. Except it’s more the case of a congerie of powerful beings whose interests currently align. (Currently is key. Recall that last year JP Morgan dropped the Vatican bank like an altar boy who reached legal age. No loyalty amongst archons.)

Having said that, it’s not at all clear just how many of these powerful beings are riding around in Lear jets and how many of them are riding around in solar barques. Further to the previous post on Pope Frank, have a look at Loren Coleman’s always-excellent sync analysis of the world’s first Black Pope.

An unbelievably attractive Thoth by James Lyons. This is right up there with Nathan Drake on my list of 3D-animated fantasies.

Weird, right?

Now… would you say that all those odd alignments represent the machinations of a single authority embarking on a needlessly complex plan? Or would you say it conforms more to the Rune Soup definition of synchronicity, which is when the universe notices you noticing it?

And that brings us to Sunday… and a date I will invoke to excuse the daytime drinking I was probably going to indulge in anyway. St Patrick’s Day.

A few years ago, my little brother and his now-wife were visiting some Irish friends in Dublin over St Patrick’s day. Their host told them that the way proper Dubliners celebrate St Patrick’s Day is to get out of town and leave the whole place to the Americans. Because it’s an American festival that has been re-imported.

Except, it may well be an American Masonic festival created by George Washington that is instead dedicated to Osiris. If there are any pagans out there planning to abstain on the grounds of religious persecution, you will want to go and read Chris’s amazing post very carefully.

March 17 is the day generally believed to be the death of St. Patrick, the British-born missionary who is credited with converting Ireland to Christianity. And as I wrote in one of my first posts on this blog:

In Egyptian mythology, Osiris was killed on the 17th day of Athyr, the third month of the ancient calendar. 3/17 is also the date of a Masonically-created holiday, St. Patrick’s Day.

The story has it that the holiday was established by high level Freemason, George Washington, allegedly to reward Irish soldiers in the Continental Army. But “St. Paddy’s” has traditionally been a very minor Saint’s day in Ireland. Considering that the day has become America’s defacto Bacchanal (which takes us back to Osiris) it’s worth noting some of the parallels of this day with Solar mythology.

+ Osiris was believed to be the source of barley, which was used for brewing beer in Egypt.
+ It’s customary to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day and Osiris was known as the “Green Man”.
+ The root word of Patrick is pater, the Latin word meaning father. Osiris is the father in the Egyptian Trinity.

So then… my pope question, once again. Did George Washington sit down and work out a devious way to bake an Osirian high holiday into the new republic? Because arguably the principal deity of the ancient world’s richest nation is now widely celebrated across the modern world’s one.

Who started this particular rock a’ tumbling? When did it start tumbling? And did whoever kicked the rock off the top of the mountain know where it would end up? Somebody’s spinning somewhere.

The gods, it seems, will have their tributes, one way or another. Definitely a discussion worth having this weekend as we collectively sit down over a few drinks.

Do I even need to tell you what I’m having?