Octopi, Phalli, Cubes of Life [I]

An odd sequence of synchromystic events last weekend forced me to revisit the topic of Octopi and Tentacles [hence, my prior musings on the topic, Crafty Tentacles of Love, would be prerequisite to reading this]. There are positive outcomes on delving into, hence dwelling on, the eternal and ethereal versus the immediate and material (as I had been doing last few writings).

For one, it is reaffirming to know the universe speaks to us continuously, whether it be through Tesla’s “aether,” or what Bohm referred to as nonlocal connections. How and why, in my opinion, is immaterial. What is important, is learning how to listen. Recent [towering] fear-based events threatened conspiring to redirect my focus back into the realm of fear, but instead, have taught me that there is a pathway [a circular one, I’d suspect] one could follow to elevate one’s self to a higher realm, by first deflecting the neural pathways deep into the lower regions.

When looking outwards and upwards, trying to move one’s self from a mind of ignorance to one of awareness, you will inevitably face The Great Beast. That beast, is the conspiratorial octopus, whose multiple tentacles, have penetrated almost every aspect of our lives; from science, to religion, to the “arts” themselves. The closer you get to the head of the octopus, the more your ratio of answers than questions increases [oddly, the first image was a NCAAA reference].

One could deduce the beast/creature is also a Hydra, and should one get too close to some of the more vicious heads [as two of the authors involved in the above book, Danny Casolaro and Jim Keith, may have], you risk being put to the sword yourself. Rather than personally risk that route, I’ll opt instead to vibrate at a lower frequency for the time being.

The last image [above right] is an artist’s rendering from the Biblical tale of Shadrak, Meshak and Abendigo: three names/extensions that will arise again before this is over. Clearly then, phallus worship [disguised as monotheism], predates most known forms of Octopus worship, or any group of Japanese men wanking over pictires of tentacles penetrating the innocent [crafty tentacles].

As I deduced last time I contemplated the octopus theme: phalli and tentacles are connected at so many levels, they can, in many ways, be considered one and the same. From such a perspective, whether you are the monogamous type [preferring one penis per orifice of preference, and one God to serve/please], or polytheistic and polyandrous [fantasizing/fearing the rape of many tentacles], is a moot issue.

Being a creature born with one penis, I can attest to considerable personal energies being spent thinking of, or in the course of pursuing, couplings for my own tentacle. The thought of having many such appendages, would seem unfeasible not accounting for a quantum expansion in mental processing capacity. Hence, as I sit at my computer, resisting baser distractions which naturally tug at me while vibrating at this lower frequency, I push my focus lower, going within, into the depths of my own universe, to contemplate the symbolic meaning of my octopus.

This journey [which I alluded to at the beginning], began the first day of the month honoring the man who would be God, Augustus. At a friend’s house, awaiting to go out, Galaxy Quest (a movie I had seen before, when my eyes were nary open) was on the television. The aliens in the film [pictured above], called Thermians, cast a reflection of themselves as normal humans. However, when they were subjected to torture [i.e., pain] or aroused sexually, their true nature was revealed.

Per Webster’s Code Book, “reflection” is defined as: “an instance of reflecting; especially: the return of light or sound waves from a surface.” Digging deeper, “reflecting” means “to turn into or away from a course: “deflect,” or “to prevent passage of and cause to change direction; e.g., a mirror reflects light.” We could go far deeper, but by definition, let’s assume the mirror may not be the best place to look if we want to find out what we are. In Part II, we’ll reflect on this further.

Above, we see one of the Thermians, in a state of increasing sexual arousal. Her tentacles have come out and are enveloping her human mate. Another human walking in on them was a little disturbed at the sight, as I suspect we would all be. However, taking a look at the devilicious photo of the same actress, Missi Pyle, I’d have to confess, I’d be hard-pressed to deny her a proper shagging.

But, I’m not gonna turn this blog into a list of girls I’d like to shag [though, honestly, during recent bouts of frustration and introspection, I have wondered whether the end-result of my doing so might matter]. There’s a plot element in the movie, of a device called the “Omega 13,” which is capable of either destroying the universe, or rewinding time by 13 seconds. As for the Omega, it wasn’t too long ago I learned that the Omega has been framed on the one dollar bill: {*1}

Of further significance, do note the 8 legged spider [I doubt its an owl], and keep in mind it has three eyes [for part ii]. The occult significance of the number 13 is near endless, so aside from pointing out that it's an oft-repeating feature of “the bill,” I won’t get into all the permutations here. What I will stress however, is that the letter Omega is the 24th and Final letter in the Greek alphabet.

Hence, an argument could be put forth that the Omega 13 (of Galaxy Quest) is a “reset” button. And, based on the present near-hopeless state of us (humanity), one has to wonder if a restart is the best option [thinking of the Matrix and such].

On Sunday [8/3], I settled in to my own routine, to watch the Venture Brothers (a show which merited it’s own article), and I caught me favourite character, Brock Samson say something like “or they may come at us in some kind of Octopus like tentacle thing that shoots lasers out of it’s eyes. [can’t recall specific words].

Tying Brock further into themes explored herein, are the above series of pics showing us he (a) is in fact a man among men [hence, we can assume connected the color purple], (b) is not adverse to sexual congress with marine life (the water metaphor, plus this scene was from a hallucination he had while doing a DMT type substance among shamans/occultists), and (c) has been assigned a tentacular clearance level [“8“]. The most recent episode, “ORB,” came on this past Sunday, but other than some notes, I’ll refrain from fully exploring…

The topics addressed were (a) a mysterious “orb” that has two uses [one unknown, the other could collapse the universe upon itself], (b) Nikola Tesla aligned with a faction, that was battling against another which included Aleister Crowley, (c) Crowley being murdered and made fun of, (d) high-ranking agent Brock being told that even he is but a mere pawn in a game he is incapable of understanding, and (e), I kid you not, contained humorous examples of discovering and misinterpreting synchromystic clues, including a tip on deciphering Webster’s dictionary.

The crown on Brock’s badge, not only shows us who controls these intelligence / mercenary agencies, but synchs us to another of “her majesties” operatives Ian Fleming, and his tool of disinformation/revealing, James Bond. {*2} The not so subtle Octopussy title, not only connects us back to the world-control seeking Octopi, but tentacle sex/porn. You don’t have to be an occultist to notice the blatant penis imagery: be it the powerful rocket flying out of Bond’s loins, the handjob suggestive layout with her “grip” positioned where the [purple] head of his manhood should be, or how every single woman in the third image is touching the penis obelisk [one hand suggestively holding the “neck”].

Aside: Found a strange tribute made 17 years later (2000) named Inside Octopussy. My first thought: “Gee, what 13 year old boy named that?” But, there was planning / reason behind this “exposé.” Filmed at the Berlin Wall . Ran 33 minutes. The villain in the movie was Kamal Kahn! Capping it off, on IMDB today, it said, “Up 8% since last week” {*3}

The last image [above] is highly suggestive, with a titillating near revelation of the vulva through the see-through fabric. The 13 “Bonds,” along with the revelation this is the 13th movie in the series, gives us yet another solid synch between the number 13, the number 8 and this multi-tentacled monster we’re exploring herein.

The last event which prompted this journey, was finding the movie Dagon, after Brock’s “gentle nudge.” Reading the comments on someone else’s blog [btw: they can be a great source of information, so if you’re not in the habit of reading comments, get into it], one anadæ recommended the movie which is based on H.P. Lovecraft’s writings. As I’ve come to expect from the synchrosphere [¿can I call it that?], between said comment and my writing this, Dedroidfy found a thorough site with all books Lovecraft (online). [On a sad note {*5}]

The above scenes are from the sacrifice ritual from Dagon. Beyond mere nudity, the scenes (a) hint that blood serves a purpose to lure the beast (hence, she was cut prior to being offered), (b) show the victim being lowered into the pit/well, where the god/octopus first squirts her with his oily discharge, and (c) most importantly, after her [¡ahem!] “disney moment,” she is now dangling above the pit, so that the beast has to arise from the depths beyond the well to consume her.

Dagon’s images also take us back to the arena of tentacle rape, a world which I didn’t even know existed prior to undertaking first exploration of octopus theme. It would seem there are many fans: don’t miss this comment. [from stephen page].

In the news category, found this bizarre story: Octopus sex man avoids jail, which though misleading [insinuating Octopus Sex was his crime], offers up this useful nugget: “McLagan’s self-esteem was so low he equated himself with a beast.” Speaking of “the beast” [another moniker for Crowley], be sure to read the [above] exchange between Beast Boy and his friend/love-interest/soon-to-be-“victim.”.

While some may be inclined to speculate that the internet is what gave rise to octopus porn culture, the 1934 cover of Spicy Adventures [see library of covers] suggests otherwise. The theme has been with us since I don’t know when and I’m beginning to surmise, inexorably connected to who and what we are.

Whether pop culture is perpetuating the idea consciously, subconsciously or unconsciously would be a matter of great (and perhaps, trivial) debate. As you can see above, even Marvel Comics got in on the act. [Any Briton who cares to tell me whether the last above image is a joke or not, is welcome to comment.]

Subsequent looks at Futurama’s Beast with a Billion Backs [see crafty tentatcles] convince me that while metaphoric and extremely clever, the main plotline of the movie is tentacle sex. The DVD cover, featuring the most sexual character of the series, attests to that. My only question is whether the conspicuous location of [or even reason for] the “V” light behind her is a subtle nod to those not anally inclined, as to which orifice of Leila’s the tentacles are intent on permeating.

Aside: I’m sure this is just coincidence (one of the few), but I found it interesting that both IMDB’s Futurama’s BBB and Inside Octopussy entries have a “V” next to the date. V for Vaginal penetration??? Hm, great efforts are made to to penetrate Leela?

The subsequent image [above] is the art-work of a young fan, and strongly supports my argument about the passing of memes. This was obviously most likely not a conscious effort, but note the placement of the sole tentacle, Frye’s tongue out in [oral] anticipation, the pink hearts [i.e, vaginas] and white swirls on background (¿along with upside-down male genitalia?) and lastly, the pronounced [¿engorged?] hearts in place of his eyes, indicating the confusion of carnal lust, as flowery love.

Continuing to resonate at this lower frequency, we find actual photographs of real people, ranging from hack amateur to professional photographs, of the sexual connection between Octopus and the Self being repeated. The placement along the genitalia [or, lower chakras] could speculatively be seen as natural, but the center image is the one that grabs my attention the most.

In particular, I’m fascinated by the centering of the core/mouth [¿third eye?] of the Octopus directly over the heart (chakra). But, before I look deeper in the well, let me apologize for the mental rape I’ve subjected you to [yes, that man is wearing a bra]. If you want to take this journey with me, you’ve got to come all the way.

The most eye-opening scene in Dagon [for me], was one where the protagonist was dreaming [i.e., with his third eye] of this lovely girl [who he, the protagonist, was unaware was actually his Gemini twin he was fated to join]. {*4} I normally try not to use the word shag more than once in article, though the actress to the left was also quite shaggable [oops, that’s thrice now], is … anyway, ss they prepare to kiss and “couple” he [and we] suffer from the above [left] shock (¿or is it revelation?).

The first image [one just discussed), on its own would imply little. However, the next one, shows the protagonist’s father, exposed after her removes his mask (made of human skin). A few humans were skinned in the film (too graphic, hence I’ll spare you), and the suggestion was the practice was tradition. The Greek word “apocalypse,” as many of you may already know, literally translates to revealing by lifting the leather veil/covering. Have I stumbled into an apocalyptic truth herein?

At the beginning, I discussed the Octopus of our “us versus them” world. It is a terrifying beast, and we’ve been instilled with a fear to constantly be on our guard, because it may be lurking around every corner to get us/subvert us/rape us. BTW: whoever took the first picture, would it have hurt to tidy up the apartment just a little bit? Oh, and yes, we get it … pussy. That was not so clever.

Its tentacles reach into the food we eat, to the [prescription] drugs we take, to the television we watch, and to even the music we listen to (discussed in prior article). Even though I didn’t label them as such at the time, my first-level conspiratorial expositions / research found “unseen hands” [nod to Epperson] wherever I looked. They were everywhere, and I confess, the beast was quite scary, quite daunting. However, the following images don’t seem so frightening, do they?

Note the significance of Lisa Simpson coming out of the recesses of her dark closet, revealing her Octopus outfit. Looking back over all the preceding images, I have to wonder if this scary octopus reaching at us from every direction is the lie, the one that keeps us tethered, ravaged and subjugated. What if the tentacles were our own instead, our connections to reach into everyone and everything, reversing the polarity of the flow, and indeed turning fear into love. Perhaps there lies a little Octopus inside all of us?

I was inspired to find an artist in America who has named his company SoulGlass (see the imagery). An artist, despite the uncreative state most art has been reduced to (prior topic), is one, who by definition, communes with his creator/soul, hence with the creative infinite. I have no way of guessing at the glass-blower’s intent, but to me, such a “glass” could serve as the fragile container to hold one’s soul. Practicality would dictate protecting such a structure, lest it shatter, with a hard yet pliable covering. A tough leather covering perhaps?

Looking at Revelations, from the cryptic metaphoric manual known as The Bible, and trying to account for the implanted distractions/deceptions put in at the beginning, and those later added by endless Czars of the Roman Empire [some tend to call them Popes of the Vatican], we are told that for the end times to begin, the beast must rise to destroy the [material] world. The Cthulhu mythos and the Kraken poets tell stories of of an extremely similar nature.

We, like the Earth itself, are 80% water. Are most of us are standing on the wrong shores, focused on looking out towards the wrong depths? Per Revelations 13:

1 And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and I saw out of the sea a beast coming up, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon its horns ten diadems, and upon its heads a name of evil speaking,

4 and they did bow before the dragon who did give authority to the beast, and they did bow before the beast, saying, `Who [is] like to the beast? who is able to war with it?‘

So, perhaps if we wanna find the beast, we must look within the deep recesses of ourselves, and open the door to the shadow self we’ve spent a lifetime (or perhaps, lifetimes) trying to avoid. The universe is speaking to us: remember Fight Club? The oft-maligned Crowley, think of him what thou wilt, was completely in the right about one thing: asserting your will/power on others, lest you let them assert it on you. Come to think of it, that is precisely why we are in the mess we are in.

However, I’m not about to go off half-cocked and suggest we slay the beast within, for I like many here among you [Ding from memory bank: “There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.” We’ll revisit same song before this is over.], am still ignorant and confused as the true nature of ourselves [¿our elves?].

We still toss out terms like good and evil while looking for saviors, without even understanding the meaning of the words, or even which side is deceiving nor which is assisting us. We blindly follow fools, until a new fool comes along, turning on the old and labeling him “evil,” all the while, the new leads us back to “ground zero” [credit to Mercurial Talismans for tip.].

How can we know who the ominous “eye” watching over us is, when we still don’t even know who the “I” is? It is one thing to find the beast, and that is the simpler part. But, it is quite another to know his nature.

Next up [Part II]: triads, 8’s, the water door, cubes, the grand chessboard, the Lion’s Gate, “to infinity and beyond!” And, of course, more octopus porn! 🙂

 

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

 

*1: Thanks to reading Wrong Way Wizard’s excellent article commemorating 7/4 1776: O Hey Can U Dig, By The Dawnz Early Light, Ma Peeps? In it he points to Talisman video by Charles Stanfeld Jones (who I believe is the same source I made the spider discovery through). We’ll revisit the Rubik’s cube and 1776 before this is through. [LB]

**2: Some visiting Brit’s were poking fun of how dumb the average Americans have become, and while I concurred with their opinion, I asked what made them think they were any better? When I suggested they don’t even know the queen runs their country, they insisted her position was merely “ceremonial.” A few points later, notably percent ownership of the UK land mass, the “royal” air force, the “royal” navy, and who their most powerful organizations [MI5/MI6] belong to, and they were forced to reconsider.

Hm, now I’m forced to wonder why it is expected demanded that we address those of royal [ignoble] lineage in the plural? [LB]

*3: This deserves it’s own footnote. “Inside Octopussy” featured an actor named BJ Worth [¡grimace!] playing himself (¡no pun!). But, his resume suggests more. Of course he would be affiliated with the film XXX! [LB]

**4: An anonymous commenter once speculated whether we truly understand the nature of the third eye, beyond labels like good and bad. This is not my answer, but knowing Cthulhu is the great beast that lies dreaming in the deep, have to wonder if one of our many astral connections (tendricles) is not a symbiotic one between us and the great beast. [LB]

*5: Occult researcher/writer Kent Daniel Bentkowski of Kentroversy [Site Defunct] passed away in between this writing and my last. I had misgivings about including it as a mere footnote, though others (notably Greg from Occult of Personality) have said much more on his passing. Personally, I just wanted to express my gratitude for Kent’s work and all the insight he has given me on my path to enlightenment. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on August 12, 2008.