Crafty Tentacles of Love

“People get what they deserve. Time is round and space is curved. Honey have you got the nerve? To be Queen Elvis?”

The above words are not my own, but those of Robyn Hitchcock. They’ve been imprinted deep within the recesses of my mind ever since I heard what I consider his seminal masterpiece, Eye. At some point, I may dedicate an entire article to those words, that album and the I/eye metaphor, but for now I want to focus on another theme that’s being pushed into the public mind as of late, tentacles:

As if the opening lyrics weren’t illuminating enough, the following from “Clean Steve” (same album), is what inspired/guided me to undertake this present article:

and [he] pointed at the sun
‘there’s tentacles between our worlds,’
he said, ‘so i believe’
i said, ‘the man next door’s best friend
was making videos with clean steve’

The first time I noticed the tentacle theme may be a meme was through the realm of synchromysticism. I had watched The Mist (per Dedroidify’s recommendation), which features a dimensional rift and resulting tentacles in our world. [IMO: worth a view.] A few weeks later, I watched the new Futurama movie, The Beast with a Billion Backs, which is a about a dimensional rift and resulting tentacles. What did Clean Steve say about “tentacles between our worlds?”

Since then, Michael at Hidden Agendas has done an exhaustive investigation into the Futurama movie: SATURNday Synch Winks: Futurama Beastie (Part 1), Part 2 and gone on to write TENtacle Age: Quick Spots. On my end of the Atlanticle, I’ve been pondering where else these themes are being introduced. I thought of the dimension rift in Southland Tales, but that piece of neuro-linguistic programming (also present day social commentary) will require a review of its own. [Plus, I don’t recall seeing any tentacles in it.]

One synch I’d like to add is from Futurama BBB to The Matrix is how in the former, the “octopus god” (Yivo, sounds like “evil”) plugs into the back of people’s necks. The latter movie also feature octopus-like machines (oddly enough, named Sentinels, which should make sense soon) and plenty of them.

I haven’t seen Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man’s Chest (partly out of my growing aversion to the Disney Mind-Contol Machine, and partly out of not wanting to see anything promoting those Hollywood-glamourized thugs we call Pirates, aka Men of Fire, aka The Queen’s Unofficial Navy). But, I will note the movie features a giant octopus (hence, tentacles) referred to as the Kraken (more on that later), a half-man half-octopus villain (more tentacles) and Keira Knightley.

Now that I’ve mentioned a “Queen” for a second time, I have to add that I found another tentacle reference in yet another Hitchcock song, “Victorian Squid” (which synchs with an odd Victorian painting I discovered on Boing-Boing):

There’s old H.G. Wells, lying in bed
With his new housekeeper with, hot squid by their side
Glowing with pride, flushed with exhaustion

That does seem overtly sexual. Another tentacle that directed me and my attention closer to the octopus, was one from my forthcoming blog about condoms. [Soon, soon.] What do tentacles have to do with “rape” I wondered? The answer: plenty!

Well, apparently (new to me) there is a whole genre of tentacle porn out there in the hentai arena. How popular is it? I honestly don’t know. Though, the number of Google results, would indicate significance. What I’ve gathered so far is that rape is a central theme and that the victims are often portrayed as preteen girls. A description from one such site catering to fans of the genre:

It’s a world of unstoppable lust and uncontrollable orgasms that’s waiting for you here, in the realm of tentacle monsters! Extremely cute and fragile looking hentai girls are taken by frightening tentacle monsters. Their snake-like limbs slide over babes’ young bodies and invade all of their orifices at a time bringing unbelievably intense sensations. Don’t miss out on the chance to see this tentacle hentai frenzy!

P.S. It was difficult enough to weed through and narrow down the option of images to include here. I have no intention of turning this site into Gosporn, but included a male image, just for balance. 😉

The aforementioned synchs combined to serve as the proper mnemonic to help me recall a fascinating mythology from my youth; the multiverse created by Michael Moorcock (the Elric of Melnibone series). One facet of Moorecock’s mythos I found particularly appealing, is that the Gods were not reduced to Good or Evil, but into camps of Law or Chaos. The Gods of Law used a single amber arrow as their symbol; the Lords of Chaos chose an eight arrowed insignia.

Above is (1) the Chaos Shield (a device that offers immunity from physical attacks from outer world beings), featuring the symbol, (2) a tattoo of same (an example of how memes are propagated, whether consciously or not) {*1}, and (3) a synch with the Hindu mythology, I believe related to the ancient Sanskirt Ramayan. [Anyone better versed on topic, please comment.]

The synch between the 8 rays of chaos and the 8 arms of the octopus should be self-evident. 8 X 8 = 64, which equals the number of squares on the chess board; the plane where the forces of light/dark (alternately, chaos/law) battle with their minds (¿for control of the mind?). Additional potential sychs from an on-topic excerpt from the Stormbringer volume (the final of six):

A return to the Isle of the Purple Towns, the allies last stronghold, and a pledge from Elric to bring about his fated purpose, or die in the attempt. “Sad Giants Shield. Thirteen times, the steps to the sad giant’s lair; and the Chaos Shield lies there. Seven time seven are the elder trees. Twelve times twelve warriors he sees, but the Chaos Shield lies there.”

Man’s role, on his plane of existence, was to maintain a balance between the Gods, because there was no place for man in a world where either side established supremacy. Were the Chaos lords to win, man would dissolve into the ever-changing swirling chaos; there would be no permanent matter. Absolute Law offered no respite, as men of free will, ultimately, cannot co-exist with perfect order. [¿As would be the case in a/the New World Order?]

So, aside from the synchs already covered, what does the above have to do with tentacles? Well, in the final book, when Elric has to fulfill his destiny, he battles the Chaos Fleet of the Chaos Lord Pyaray. One of the portents signaling the end of the Melnibonean world is the ascent of the Chaos Fleet to the surface.

A passage from Deities & Demigods (Yes, I own a Dungeons & Dragons book. I know this may negatively affect my coupling probabilities, but has “blogging” really helped anyone get laid? Anyone?):

This terrible being is the Lord of the Ocean Abysses. He appears as a huge blood red octopus with a pulsing blue gem fixed atop his head. [Anyone familiar with Roy G. Biv can deduce that blue + red = purple.] Pyaray commands the Chaos fleet, a flotilla of sunken ships manned by undead sailors.

Those unfamiliar with Moorecock, may be familiar with the Call of Cthulhu mythos created by H.P. Lovecraft. The centerpiece of this mythology is an elder cephalopodish god, who lies asleep in the abyss, awaiting for the end times to come, so he can fulfill his role in bringing about the end of man. {*2}

Found a educational synchromystic piece from Live from the Logosphere entitled, Reptilian Brain, Cthulhu, Neptune, Andromeda and the Beast of Revelations. Regarding Cthulhu, he writes:

The story is about a beast that resides at the bottom of the ocean who settled the young earth to control it. Predating any living things in the universe and high priest of reptoid monsters called “the great old ones”. Lovecraft seemed to dig into the deepest of unsettling poetic images in our unconscious minds ( the sea/abyss) and created the greatest horrible monster imaginable. So unimaginable it can only be described by statues made after seeing its shocking image.

Going to Deities & Demigods again (Argh! In case anyone missed it the first time. So, what is the numeric representation for slightly less than next to nil???):

In his house in R’lyeh Cthulhu waits dreaming. R’leyh is a great sunken city of non-Euclidian geometry hidden somewhere beneath the ocean. So bizarre is its construction that anyone entering the city (which occasionally rises above the waves) must make saving throws [at +4] against fear and insanity. Cthulhu lies in a huge stone structure sealed with the Elder Sign. If the seal is broken and the god released, everyone (and/or everything) in a radius of 100 miles must make a saving throw against death or go insane. This insanity lasts a number of months equal to the creature’s intelligence.

Intelligence! So, the more intelligent one is, the more difficult it is for them to process the nebulous thoughts demanded by exposure to the complexities of what constitutes sanity and reality? Hence, would those pulled into the world of let’s say, “tentacle porn,” should they be of lower intelligence, simply appreciate it at its basest level (and have a “wank” or whatnot), while those damned to think, have to consider the degenerative effects on the human spirit? As for thought itself, I think I’m starting to understand Illuminatimatrix‘s assertion that “thoughts are always lies” (not for everyone). Note to self: watch more football! {*3}

From this base level, I think I can answer one of Hidden Agenda’s questions regarding the preponderance of purple and pink in the new Futurama movie. Purple, represented by the tentacles, is the phallus in its rigid throbbing state, ready to inseminate. Pink is the color associated with Victoria’s secret place. I could expand, but it is not my intent to turn this blog into Penthouse Letters. The two images below (after Frye’s realization the tentacled one is coupling with him, combined with our exposure to tentacle porn), speak thousands of words I now don’t have to:

I have few regrets in life, and over time, I find I have less and less. One had been that when I went to see Robyn Hitchcock play at some small theater, I (out of my own programming) brought a date along, so rather then going to quaint watering hole down the street afterwards, we went to her house (likely, led by one of my own tentacles). A friend (who I’d have joined) informed me that Robyn showed up, and sat at their table. Always rued missing the opportunity to speak with him one to one (or, eye to eye). Hmm, perhaps it is time I drop this regret too, cause as one of the fans on Glass Hotel (a Hitchcock tribute site) said: “Robyn’s my favorite musician: I think he must be an Octopus in disguise.”

Now, this is where things start to get really weird [so hard to say that with a straight face]. I found an article entitled Mandy Morbid: Cthulhu is my copilot on some adult video review site. Normally, I wouldn’t sponsor/endorse such by linking to, but the article is unreal to such an extent, I fear that some may not believe me. That all said, now try and absorb this:

Tentacular Canadian Mandy Morbid is visited by the chief of The Old Ones in a new video on her site, shot like it’s Abraham Zapruder‘s student film from Miskatonic University.

“It’s more hot than gross,” claims director Zak Sabbath, but you be the judge. The tentacles were upholstered with a series of black condoms and their issue, Sabbath said, “is a proprietary substance.”

Morbid needn’t feel ashamed about the attack. It’s not like she was asking for it, even sleeping in the provocative way she was; when the tentacles come, there is nothing you can do.

Can a rock not be turned over without finding a Jew under it??? This 1% of the US population, dare I say, has a tentacular propensity to turn up everywhere. It’s already beyond debate (didn’t need the “Sabbath” reminder), that the American porno industry is completely dominated by Jews. Black robed judges stem from the Saturnalian Cult, that is now Judaism. But, what are the statistical odds of the one person to film the Kennedy assassination being Jewish? {*4}

Per the last link: “Zapruder, the reluctant [?] videographer, had caught the assassination on film, including the horrific shot in which the President’s head explodes in a bloody mist of pink and gore.” Pink vaginas for insemination. Our pink brains ripe for the insemination of propaganda?

The tentacles seem to pop up everywhere. As Earth-president Nixon synchs (Futurama BBB): “The tentacles are coming toward Earth and there’s no stopping it. King Kong is too old to save us this time!”

Aside from the Nixon synch, the image on the right, in lieu of the pending 2008 Presidential [s]election, seems quite ominous. Perhaps Cthulhu wil raise the sceptre of his candid-a-sea in 2012? Or, will he elect instead to control the mind of Arnold Schwarzenegger (etymologically: the eagle power hatched from the black egg) and remain behind the scenes? As for the image on the left, any student (as in one who’s actually studied history instead of had it implanted via indoctrination), the only arguable point could be which way the British connection runs.

Jewish Institute for National Security Affairs (JINSA): Founded in 1976 by Jewish neocons Richard Perle & Eliot Abrams. Its mission is to promote US aid to Israel with military hardware. JINSA has its Jewish tentacles everywhere including the US Department of Defense.

JINSA has a formidable array of Washington power players on its rolls. Prior to Bush’s Presidency, JINSA’s Board of Advisers included Dick Cheney, Elliot Abrams (now the Deputy National Security Advisor for Global Democracy Strategy), John Bolton (now Under Secretary of State for Arms Control) and Douglas Feith, who was Bush’s third highest ranking executive in the Pentagon.

I now include the opening and closing stanzas from a poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson (another faithful servant of the Queen), which he chose to entitle “The Kraken.” Perhaps, Tennyson is a Lord of Law? Read “Loxley Hall” for enlightenment on “the purple twilight” and his hopes for this order where “the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.” [¿I’ll assume again, men of free will, won’t fit in such?]

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee

There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

I found the poem on the-emperor.org, which addresses the surfacing of the meme. The site is definitely worth a read and a pretty good place for all things Cluthlu. So, now we have also synched with Clash of the Titans, Knightly personas, the KK sygil, British Zionism, two cocks, infinite phalli, the MM sygil, possibly The Titanic (¿more souls for Pyaray’s/Cthulhu’s army?) and what else? The synchromystic cephalopod does indeed have many tentacles. I can’t help but note that Danny Casolaro was suicided (i.e., murdered) while researching and writing about The Octopus.

The tentacle Meme goes back some time, and apparently [see image], leads to subconscious repetition. Robyn Hitchcock’s biggest influence Syd Barrett, had a song name “Octopus,” and was commemorated with Octopus: The Best of Syd Barrett. Radio / television programming is pushing it further and further into our minds. Hoping to turn fiction into reality? Even the Beatles got in on the act with with the innocuous sounding “Octopus Garden:”

I’d like to be, under the sea, in an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been, in his octopus’ garden, in the shade.

I’d ask my friends to come and see, an octopus’ garden with me
We would be warm, below the storm, in our little hideaway beneath the waves

We would sing and dance around, because we know we can’t be found
We would shout and swim about. The coral that lies beneath the waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy, knowing they’re happy and they’re safe

Sounds like a wonderful place to be, doesn’t it? But, seeing that the Queen’s invasion troops, the Beatles, were sent here to expand the market for her drug distribution empire, and as per blog I am writing in synch, expand H.G. Well’s idea of “free love.” I’ll remain leery of how wonderful a place Cthulhu’s garden might be. My programming leans more towards Hitchcock (from “Devil’s Radio”):

Evil. Its tentacles are bland. It’s like a weevil. It burrows through the land. And everybody smiles. Everybody smiles
We was listening. We was listening to the Devil’s radio. And it went na na na na na na.

I had contemplated the effects of music on an unprotected psyche, in another “crazy” blog. Devil’s Radio? I like it! What else did I find? More proof that the tentacle rape/sex theme, was not lacking in Futurama BBB. The tentacle god, at the end, breaks up with [literally] everyone and chooses Colleen as his mate. She was the character who could not be satisfied by one man, keeping many live-in lovers.

Note the V so blatant in almost every shot of Colleen through the movie, pointing to her Vulva/Vagina. Her name, could be broken down into the Saturnian double EL sygil, leaving Con (which could imply a scam or tie back to the Cohn/Cohen serpent line I’ve heard Michael Tsarion discuss). One could go so far as to break down evil by removing the feminine (vagina) and the masculine (the phallic i), leaving us with Jordan Maxwell’s true “Lord of the Rings,” Saturn (i.e., el). But, enough!

Looking into Cthulhu’s realm, sometimes felt as if dancing on the brink of sanity. The Tentacle Rape pornography is one of those things, which sometimes, is best left undiscovered. [Hence, my apologies to those who I’ve now introduced.] Demonstrating for one of my incredulous friends, we went online to see just how much of it was out there. The answer: a lot. One “game” we found allowed you to be the Octopus and “rape” your victim. I took us a while to figure out why we weren’t “scoring” so well; the more you made the child cry, the more points you accumulated! Proceed at your own mental peril. Even Mr. Hitchcock warned of Clean Steve: “They don’t come any dirtier than him.”

Oddly, one of the more terrifying/fantastic creatures that my mind remembers from Dungeons & Dragons is the Mind Flayer. These creatures were humanoids with an octopus-like head, that attacked the mind before the body. Turning to the Monster Manual, we find this excerpt:

They are greatly evil and consider the bulk of humanity (and its kin) as cattle [¿goyim?] to feed upon. Its more feared attack mode, however, is the mind blast of psionic power. Mind flayers have the following psionic abilities: Willpower Drain, Domination, Telepathy, ESP, Proto Dimension, Dimension Walk.

These monsters speak only their own arcane language and several other weird tongues — purportedly those of terrible races of things which dwell in regions of the subterranean world far deeper than mankind has ever ventured. It is also rumored that these monsters have a city somewhere deep beneath the earth. {*5}

Its skin color is a nauseous mauve, its tentacles being a purplish black. A mind flayer’s eyes are dead white, no pupil being evident.

Since that manual came out, they’ve been expanded on and grouped into a class known as Illithids. Another source cited them as having legions of unaware mind-controlled followers on this Earth. These abilities synch with a book I found rather skeptical upon first reading: Subterranean Worlds Inside Earth. The image below does a fairly good job depicting the “mind-flaying” process:

In keeping with the rape theme, anyone’s who’s been subjected to the experience, will tell you the mental impact is far more damaging than the physical. Yet, ever day, we (humanity) en masse willingly subject ourselves to the mind-rape from a vicious mind flayer we dismiss as “the media.” Be it music, movies, television programming or news “coverage” disguised as “reporting,” the rape is of a nontraumatic gradual nature (disguised as entertainment), but the net effects are the same. We are being shaped, from the person we could be, to the person our predator wishes us to become. We need our own version of the Chaos Shield. [Maybe Hidden Agendas was onto something with that “symbol shield” phrase!]

As my new logo implies (note the shield too), I had to undertake this adventure, in order to understand this new wizardry. While we may choose to stay out of Cthulhu’s realm, the media is intent on bringing it to us. {*6} I’ve made my journey and I think I made my saving throw. I’ll be fine. I think. I am.

 

A Couple of Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Aug 2008: Octopi Phalli Cubes [1]	Aug 2008: Octopi Phalli Cubes [2]

 

*1: I find the tattoo “explosion” disturbing considering that most people who opt for tattoos, select a symbol they’ve never properly researched. As an older biker lamented to me once: “Back then, tattoos were a sign of nonconformity and rebellion. Now, everyone’s getting them. It’s conformity. It’s fuckin fashion!” I’ll resist the now requisite “tramp stamp” at 16/18 phenomenon, and devote some space/time to the mindless inking of peace, dove and love symbols [hopefully, soon]. [LB]

*2: As I previously expressed, be ware of anyone with a double initial preceding their name. So, we have H.P. Lovecraft. [¿Loves the craft?] Before this is over, H.G. Wells will get another mention. Lastly, some of the imagery conjures up H.R. Geiger’s artwork. [LB]

*3: A mind-fuck worth considering: the day the population was convinced/programmed that intelligence was something quantifiable and could be measured with a number (IQ). Honestly, as if such a thing could be calculated. The joke is that it’s kind of like a [on-topic] penis measurement or annual salary. Something you know, but tend to not talk about openly, for fear someone nearby might top you. Most Mensa members I’ve met, excel at regurgitation, but are sorely lacking in the critical thinking department. [LB]

*4: While looking into Miskatonic University, I somehow came across a page talking about a game called “JFK Reloaded,” which was released on the 41st anniversary (synchs with 14/41 from last blog), and the point was to assassinate JFK. I tried to find out who was responsible for said game, but other than “Traffic Games, a division of Traffic Software, in Scotland,” I found absolutely nothing. What kind of software company doesn’t have a website? Try it yourself. As the Venture Brothers might say, “We have a mystery!” Worth a mention: Mary Moorman was standing opposite Zapruder, when she captured her shot of the assassination of another MM‘s infamous lover. [LB]

*5: Since we’re synching back to Hollow Earth, will note that H.G. Well’s book on the topic is being remade into another soon to be released disinformation vehicle. Also saw that the “old boy from San Anselmo” is still at it [disinformation], franchising an Indiana Jones and the Hollow Earth book (written by a Max McCoy). Speaking of mind-fucks / predictive-programming, the recent Indiana Jones and Crystal Skulls was a sickening display of all phrases contained within this footnote. [LB]

*6: This article was sprouting a new tentacle as soon as I got done chopping one off. Ending it was a challenge. But, I do have to include that tonight as I was writing this out on the back patio, a friend called me in: “You’ve got to see this.” There was a documentary on about this little girl born in India, with 4 legs and 4 arms. Yes, really.

And today (post-publication), I see the above synchronystic image posted on the Alex Jones Infowars site. How “insane!” [¿Thoth = Truth?] See Cthulhu Chronicle #14: The Scroll of Thoth. Hitchcock (the line following opening stanzas from Clean Steve): “You could have knocked him [¡me!] down with a feather!” Finally, an “interesting” find/synch called The Death of Journalism and the Rise of Octopus Porn. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on June 30, 2008.