When I was a kid, I had the most violent reactions to anything having to do with the Church and Jesus. When I was barely four, my mother took me to church with her mother and father and her youngest brother. The door of the church swung open wide. The swelling sounds of the organ hit me like a gale force wind. The light bled through the stained glass window behind the altar, where a man on a cross in supreme agony crucified my attention.
I screamed in terror and refused to go inside.
After some quick thinking, they thought I would be better off in Sunday School, below the church. I remember feeling the power of rebellion swirl and rise in me. I had no interest in Sunday School or anything associated with that church and wanted to be as disruptive as possible.
Fast forward, about four years later, we would drive down El Camino Real some days on our way home. There was an orthodox church there, replete with alabaster walls and cobalt blue minarets. Mary gazed down upon us as we drove by. Whenever we got close to that church, I would have a panic attack. I would drop to the floor of the back seat. I can still smell the rubber and plastic of the mats on our new Renault.
This fear/panic/contempt for the church and all things iconographic continued and got worse in my adolescence. If I went to a restaurant and there was a picture of Jesus on the wall, I would position myself so as not to be able to see it.
At summer bible school (I had to go with a neighbor and her kids) I made jokes during the service. When it came to painting stained glass bible scenes using water paints on the classroom windows, I opted for rockets and space. My friend’s mother thought I was the devil–I might have been. This continued up through my early twenties until I had what I called a conversion experience. It was classic in some ways; Dark night of the soul, extended downward and outward into the deep, glacial orbits of Sartre’s existential and empty alterverse, propelled by the rocket fuel of high grade LSD. It was the bad trip of all bad trips.
Somewhere around 4AM, I decided to pray for peace and sleep and to surrender myself to God in that moment. My soon to be lesbian girlfriend slept next to me, oblivious of my furious, psychic meltdown. Later on, I would reflect on this as my Gethsemane moment. It wasn’t that epic in the scheme of things, but no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t wake up and offer me any comfort.
But almost immediately after I sent out my prayer, I was asleep. In the morning, when I awoke, I knew my life was different–that it had fundamentally changed in a way that I couldn’t comprehend.
Over the course of the following months, my life became very different. I meditated. I gave up drinking. I began to see auras. I astral projected. But aside from all of that, I became a better person and felt that a force loved me enough to change my life in ways that I had always wanted, but never had the strength to. My faith grew and with it, so did my sense of inner peace. I had always believed in the concept of God, but this was different, far more personal.
I began to read the Christian mystics and poets, especially the likes of George Herbert, Henry Vaughn and Richard Crashaw. Crashaw was a mad, catholic englishman living in Italy, whose poetry bordered on the surreal. I sought out Thomas Merton and Edgar Cayce.
In essence, I went from unrepentant and rebellious youth to a true believer, well as true as it was for me, because I don’t know of many christians who would have been interested in my out of body experiences or if they were, only from the perspective of saving my soul. I had lost my “Chrisotphobia.”
Fast forward, it’s 12/16/2013, the Moon is in Gemini and my latest video on Gaiam is hitting. I’m looking at the possible birthdate of Jesus/Sananda/Emmanuel of 9/11. Yes, I am looking at it from a biblical perspective, using a reference from “Revelation” that seems to correspond to the date of 9/11/-3. I’ve posted the chart here before, but here is the link to it.
Under the Gemini Moon we get to examine two, separate stories, or variants on the greatest story ever told. There’s the astrotheological version which is more empowered by the 12/25 date, where the winter solstice is celebrated as Sol Invictus and Jesus shows up as Ra or Apollo some other solar deity. He’s a play on Zeus (Jesus/Hey Zeus) or he’s a fictional character altogether, deployed by the Romans and another JC, Julius Caesar, as a future control system for a crumbling Roman empire.
So I wanted to explore a different narrative. On the Gaiam video, I actually compiled even more strange and compelling info that suggest that 9/11 is indeed a very important day.
It is marked by the Beatles very first single, recorded on 9/11/62 and the Beatles as we know them were formed that day when Ringo officially became the drummer of the band, replacing session player, Tony Sheridan and future postman, Pete Best.
There were five nuclear tests and at least four significant moments in the formation of the nation/state of Israel. There’s a ton going on, not too mention the mother of all goings on. There’s something deep and ritualistic about the date and if indeed a historical figure such as Yeshua Sananda was born on that very day, there’s been quite a few interested parties jumping on the current of that ancient and timeless circuitry.
The lads from Liverpool crop up again and again on the alter-timeline frequency. They’re massive players on 11/22 and JFK and they surface again on the 9/11 tip. If Sananda/Christ was born on 9/11, what better day to launch the avatars of the new age, the troubadours of group consciousness and the aquarian age? Now did some guys in pointy hats draw up a chart one day and say, “This is the day, we’ll start the Beatles?” Well, since they were likely cooked up at Tavistock, you never know, since Tavistock and MI5 have had all kinds of esoterica at their fingertips; from Crowley’s “Thelema” to the works of John Dee and Edward Kelly, to the rites of various lodges, to the arcane hyper-physics of the Nazis and the Vril, I don’t think we can entirely rule it out.
Perhaps, it’s also one of those mnemonic entrainments that happens when we celebrate a day over and over again, there seems to be an energy that becomes hard wired into the day itself.
What I tried to do is portray not just an alternate date and time, but to show that there was some deeper intelligence engaged in using the date to shape our current reality; 9/11, 11/22, codex magica, torquing, tweaking, twerking our timeline in a spiral of entropic decay, substituting synthetic values for sacred law.
Well. this year, 2014, the zenith of it all rises into the skies of lower Manhattan as the One World Trade Tower, the phallic spire of Babel on the Hudson pierces our consciousness. It’s the Year of the Tower (14) and now we have another meta-magical event that is assuming Christ-like proportions before our very eyes and that is the funeral/memorial service of Nelson Mandela, replete with schizophrenic signers, a cool new crest that’s chock full of kinds symbolic goodness, a flowing hyper-cube, and a larger than life Mandela statue, all in the run up to 12/25, the celebration of Saturnalia and the supposed birth of Jesus, which is now owned and occupied by Santa, the Falstaffian hybrid of Jupiterian largesse and the nasty old ways of Saint Nick, Nick of course being the devil, the symbolic intersection between Saturn and Jupiter, Satan and Jehovah.
So we have Mandela stepping into the chronological throne of a new Christ-ian figure, the man who was imprisoned by his captors because he was “fighting” for freedom and then when he was released, held no malice in his heart for his tormentors. Well, that is the tale that they would like us all to believe, but it seems as though Mandela was a bit more than that. At his heart, he was a communist whose sole goal and purpose was to do what communists do, which is overthrow existing regimes, grab private land and resources, demonize and terrorize the existing regime and install a vice-like grip on all communication, process and personal freedoms. It’s one of the great ironies of our times that the most progressive societies and communities have the most rules and regulations.
But it’s clear that Mandela’s death in the ingress of Saturnalia, the worship of Saturn, home of the Kabaa, is the next iteration of the displacement of Christ as the new cosmic-mythos. From this point forward, the world will celebrate the life of imitation of Christ, Mandela.
This fits into the Gemini duality of this full moon as well, the archonic displacement of one mythos on the energetic spine of a previous one. And here is where it gets interesting, you see, Mandela is in some respect displacing Christ in the new, cosmic mythos that is being implanted, just like the uber-phallic stake in the ground at ground zero, ground zero of course being the symbolic destination of the alpha point, the new beginning of the new age, these two events are connected. And what we are witnessing is not without precedent as we were given the 12/25 birthdate as an overlay for pagan celebrations, so that the remixed version of pagan rites, of eating the body and drinking the blood of their new savior, would be more readily accepted by the masses and thus easier to led into their pen of newly adopted belief systems. It’s happened before boys and girls.
It’s a challenge being an astrologer with a POV and I always have to be somewhat circumspect in how I parse reality as it’s based on my own conditioning and predilection, but I have been on this planet long enough to actually witness the world evolve along these lines as I predicted it would at the turn of the last century and while I continue to chart the esoteric entrainment across this plain of material existence, I’ll do my best to vet my sources within and without.
So what does the Gemini full moon mean at this time of year, when the Sun is aligned with the Galactic Center? How does a schizophrenic sign language interpreter who sees fallen angels while signing gibberish next to Obama mean? How does the alter-version of Mandela as the new Christ at the crest of Saturnalia affect it all? In my estimation, we are at a point in our conscious awareness of a bifurcation of reality, a split between two, separate worlds as the gulf between two poles of soul drift further and further apart in the vastness of space. One reality will offer up everything you want or need and something approximating a socio-techno paradise on Earth where poverty, war, illness and discrimination are eliminated, but with one, unique catch. The individual as we know it will be obsolete and the will of the individual would have to be subsumed by the greater will of an overriding body of enlightened beings who rule through a series of strict laws and values. The other reality has far less rules and structure but also lacks the creature comforts of a green paradise and the inner dimensions and real spiritual values will have to be exercised as not just luxuries of the mind, but as survival skills.
One world looks and feels like a hollow, new age wet dream, the other more rooted in something that is outside the boundaries of any type of social definition. We can already see this peeling away in some ways as disgruntled Silicon Valley execs are starting to plan their own societies apart from the one they are currently living in and hauling in millions.
Peter Thiel has his own version of water world he’s working on and he’s not alone. Larry Ellison owns Molokai and is playing the role of Dr. Moreau. The tech demigods just want to do things their way without all that niggling, government red tape. They are symbolic of this split in reality.
From West Virginia to California, there are rumblings of succession, not as states as a whole, but swaths of communities who feel as though their type of lifestyles are no longer congruent with the system that is supposed to represent them. While they don’t have the same fundage as Thiel and Google’s Larry Page, the sentiment is roughly the same.
When I looked at the alternate birthdate of Sananda, I did so with the idea that the 12/25 date was yet another manipulation of our consensus reality and if indeed the date was 9/11/-3, then was that date throughout history was manipulated as well and to what affect?
Christianity is on a deathwatch and for some people, I can hear the shouting and rejoicing already as I type, but religion will not die. Leo Strauss, the head neocon realized that Marx’s great mistake was exorcising religion from communism and as a result, the latest version of communism/socialism is inclusive of Islam. Islam will be the new christianity of the new age.
I hope the 9/11 birthdate will at the very least tease your curiosity open and prime you to ponder what could have been and still could be without the mis-interpretation and perversion of the original message of love and compassion while living close to a great and universal source of wisdom on a very personal basis.
Happy Saturnalia and Sol Invictus.
You can get a free, ten-day-trial at Gaiamtv and view the episode of the 9/11 birth of Jesus and more by simply going to the 11th House and sign up for it.