A Burning Ring of Fire [VII]

Taking everything that you’ve read on The Burning Ring into consideration, {*1} it is time to pause and reflect. Where are we, humanity, as a [w]hole, marching headlong right now? You have to admit, the answer is pretty fucking funny [thanks to Marty for sending below image]. C’mon pilgrims! Follow your leaders! March!

As one commenter recently expressed (a sentiment, no doubt, shared by many), “You know you’ll never be able to shake this anal thing/label.” That’s probably true, and I really don’t care. This route has been alchemical in some ways. I’ve literally transformed shit into gold [much like was done in the Holy Mountain] and gained a far deeper understanding of humanity and far more importantly, myself.

Throw the crib door wide
Let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town
Is trying to burn the playhouse down
They Might Be Giants, “We Want a Rock”

To question whether the below poster is actually a “real” advertisement for “i-scream” would be dismissively short-sighted. For debating whether it is or not, might lead one to miss the most troubling angle; that someone intentionally posed the two below gymnasts children in such a manner, and did so in a professional studio [with the consent of, and likely in full view of their, um, “parental units”].

Oh, and if you don’t think the media’s overt push over recent years, that has resulted in the new “norm” for women’s pubic areas being that which emulates a prepubescent girl is not part and parcel of the agenda [speculated on before, and addressed in unreleased DWSP5], it is because you don’t.

The Medes, as much of my work has and continues to point out, are on a mission to degenerate humanity as much as possible. They are methodical and meticulous in pursuit of that goal. The below [left] shot is an actual opening “gag” from one of the most recent Simpsons [note the erection-suggestive beer on homer]. A mere few years ago, you’d have had to scour the internet porn sites to find such.

Pedophilia. Incest. Whorishness. Anus worship. Immorality. Fecafelia. Bestiality [yes, dog-sex]. Those are but a few of the perversions that will be more commonplace in a world where the number one arbiter of “personality” is the media. You can’t say “they didn’t warn us.” The Medes, have earned my derision, and my respect, because they tell us precisely what they are doing!

Which begets the question “why?” Well, it’s because they hate us. And when I say they, I’m not talking about the Rockefellers and the Rothschilds, or the secret cabal of Talmudic rabbis whom eat small children, or the Black/White Papacy, or even the inbred descendants of the royal lineages. I’m speaking of the masters they all bow to and serve without question. I’m speaking of “the gods” [not necessarily the gods that even the gods fear, as they are beyond my comprehension]. So, why do they hate us? They hate us because we are infinitely more capable than they.

But, most of us, will never realize this, because we fear the mirror [fear what we might find]. Hence, we will never comprehend we were imbued with the ability to create, thus why they’ve strived for millennia to keep us ignorant and fearful. We [as the Apocalypse of Adam conveys] are beings of infinite potential, forged with the creative energies of the creator mankind has long forgotten. Our makers dread the creative/destructive potential that even their high technology and magick can never achieve; that which we hold inside of us. They hate us because they fear us.

Neo: “I know you’re out there. I can feel you now. I know that you’re afraid… you’re afraid of us. You’re afraid of change. I don’t know the future. I didn’t come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it’s going to begin. I’m going to hang up this phone, and then I’m going to show these people what you don’t want them to see. I’m going to show them a world without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.”

On one hand, I can kind of see [empathize with] their side of the equation and why their modus operandi is so. Could you imagine your average MTV-fed emotionally-unbalanced deeply-manic self-loathing spiritually-empty teenage girl having the power to create and destroy galaxies at whim? Even the most unsane and unbalanced of the Lords of Chaos would shudder at such a thought.

Hence, their servants are working overtime to ensure such a scenario does not take place. Perhaps, before some awakening they know is overdue can take place?

Yes, 2012 is Zion; all it takes is a little “twist.” It makes more sense than anything else at this juncture in time. The Dinner Series of Podcasts, in my opinion, builds a solid case that Oz is in fact, Hell (on Earth). The Matrix made that pretty clear too. Trust me, “In Oz,” is not someplace you wanna spend eternity.

Alas, my converting the words into sigils, reveals to us the exact intents of The Wizards, left behind on near every spell crafted on the silvery screen. THE XBOX ENCIRCLED BY THE GRID, I.E. YOUR PRISON. Time confined to repeat: infinity.

That would seem like one way of ensuring we never escape, and thus never rise to the occasion and surpass [SUP-R-ASS] the Olympians. Oddly enough, the second of the Cube movies, Hypercube, proposed such a system of cubes with cubes, using time as but one vector [I previously contemplated such a “perfect” system]. Worth noting: in said film, the prison was run by Izon Corp. Yes, PR + IZON = PRISON.

“From now on you will not be able to ascent into heaven unto all eternity, but you shall remain inside the earth, imprisoned all the days of eternity.” The Apocrypha and Pseudepigrpha for the Old Testament

There are many possibilities as to what the hell they are planning for a pre-Oz exodus … but if they’re trying to get out through the stargate’s asshole [as speculated at end of last radio show], they must be in an awful hurry. Perhaps they know what’s coming, or perhaps, they’re trying like hell to avoid the wheel of karma. The images below, will obviously now need to be fully anal-eyes‘d.

I tried to find a semi-palatable image of the seriously demented “post-coitus anal stretch and peer” fad/phenomenon but gave up after a few minutes of revulsion [credits to James for above left queue]. Personally, I have never felt even a slight compulsion to look up anyone’s anus, regardless of how cute she was, be it for “shits and giggles,” or golden nuggets of undigested peanuts and corn.

oh, my head is spinning like the world, it’s filled with beasts I’ve seen,
let me put my bag down and I’ll tell you it all right from the start.
I was in a land where men forced women to hide their facial features,
and here in the west it’s just the same, but they’re using make-up veils.

I have watched the manimals go buy
buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives.
I have watched the manimals and cried
buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.

there may be no golden fleece, but human riches I’ll release.
XTC, “Jason and the Argonauts”

I honestly doubt there are too many manimals who really want to see that [the trail]. But, they will, and your children will, because pornography has always been an extension of the society-shaping Medes of the Holy Wood. And everything they’ve put out so far, the mAsses have emulated. It’s called Social Engineering.

Is it truly the end of our world [as we know it]? The [uncanny] jukebox in my skull hence recalled a song by one Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Yea, there’s wHole mess of syncs from the oddly named one. Need I even enumerate them?

and me, if you can believe this,
at the wheel of the of the car
closing my eyes and actually praying;
not to God above but to you, saying:
Help me, girl; help me, girl
I’ll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
and your long dark curls
Nick Cave, “Until the End of the World”

The cross is a cube (as I and others have often repeated into and out of unreceptive ears), hence it would seem really important to those who seek to imprison man, that any great soul who dares suggest that the flocks free their minds, would have to die on the cross [in the cube]. As I’ve also said before, I’ve got a sneaky suspicion Zeitgeist was made to please the same fuckers who had him crucified.

Of late, I am forced to reason this man we call the Jesus, may have, in fact, been quite real [article/show in the works]. By the way, the “fuckers” I refer to, are the priest class of Rome, the same whom Mel Gibson made the above snuff film for.

The above [right] image basically espouses the same sound wisdom included in Frank Herbert’s Dune, the screen adaptation of which, included two personas who’ve played rather prominent roles in this Burning Ring series. Worth noting: fear and fire are remarkably similar in weight, phonetics and emotional stimuli.

So, why would the same “shit,” Gibson, also make the amazingly enlightening film Apocalypto [once discussed]? Adding to the discussion, here I am thee years later still pondering the same question as to the reasons beyond the observable. Well, I still have no idea, but do know this: NOTHING IS SIMPLE BUT EVERYTHING BURNS!

Perhaps I was too hard on “truthers” in a prior blog (oddly, called Patricia’s Burning Hangover), but I am so tired of seeing so many misled (i.e., conned). The fiery pyre of 9/11 should have, by now, led most of you away from screaming “9/11 was an inside job,” to guffawing, “My whole life has been an inside job!” Even I myself am guilty of having at one time displayed the silly “no pyramid” symbol; of failing to understand that the symbols are not the enemy. They are but tools, applicable in the same manner guns or words can be used. There is no “evil” in any of them.

I was unfamiliar with the above show, but could the ads be any more overt? I do recall one cast member joined the Phear Phantom [aka The Dark Horse General] to promote how Rescue Me was going to address the 9/11 Truth “taboo.” I’d be willing to bet the episode didn’t explore “why” the firefighters killed on that day were made “heroes,” but wasn’t surprised to find a screenshot promoting/suggesting a little back door action .. every movie/show made these days is required to. No ifs, ands, or, and I apologize sincerely for the lame yet accurate pun, butts.

That’s not a joke. As said in the podcasts, it would be a challenge to find even one Holy Wood film [of late] that didn’t include the xbox, the grid and the anus. Try to!

I could probably wax philosophical on the above um, “movies,” but am laughing too hard to contemplate. As my friend is now unreachable for six weeks, all I remember about the Fire Yogi, is that he claimed some kind of natural event was going to leave the world smoldering in ashes. By the way, this is also the same guy who pulls two-ton trucks with his penis. Does it have anything to do with the prophecy? No, but it’s damn impressive! Oh wait a minute … ass-immolation! Fuck me! No, don’t!

Anyway, thanks to the Yogi’s posters, I recalled an old movie supporting my notion the world is seriously upside-down, The Poseidon Adventure. The other thing [not mentioned during show] the Poseidon narrative also featured, was having to find a way through the fire. The fire does seem to be an unavoidable obstacle/gate:

Walk through the fire
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame
No trace of indecision
Lion keep his vision clear
Peter Gabriel, “Walk Through the Fire”

The Running Man comes up in Stygian Port and I’s yet to be released [and possibly last for a while] podcast. But, how could I not include the dramatic ending which featured SUICIDE OF THE ARTIFICIAL EGO? And, in phoenix-like flames no less.

I really don’t know what happened to the actual Titanic, so I can’t say if JC’s film promoted yet another bullshit historical inaccuracy. I could go through the film and find endless obvious intentional human degeneration engineering put in [e.g., the value of shit-rocks, aka “whore diamonds”]. But for the very few with their eyes and ears somewhat open, one message was clear. We Have to Let Go of [earthly] Attachments, lest they drag us down.

As has also come up before [BRF3], “frozen” is really just another metaphor for dead or “zombified.” Our attachment to loved ones that have been long dead, yet still walk among us cycling through software instructions, is but one of the chains that will only serve to drag us down when and if a “time” comes. I know that may seem harsh, but life is for the living. Take that information in as you will.

Argh! When I talk to people sometimes, I do see that glimmer of humanity behind their dull eyes. It does so struggle to get out. But, with most people, this only comes when I get them one on one. Few dare to express an interest in unusual / unapproved topics within earshot of their friends. God forbid they get kicked out of the “clique of death” (may do an article on that one day)! Shekels are no longer required; we sell out our soul so the herd won’t turn their back to our fragile ego.

Whether it’s a predetermined colonization of a new world [one to come on Lucy’s anniversary], an exodus of evolved souls via the arc/ark, or an anal expulsion of the indigestible individuals from the hell that devolves into the new collective of deserving soulless robotic zombies/replicants … a new world awaits. As Knowing [¿remember that film that kicked off this whole series?] clearly stipulated, only those whose ears/minds are open enough to hear/see, and those whose karmic weight will allow for their ascension can make the journey. Syncromysticism suggests everyone else [those left behind], are in for the hottest ass-fuck ever!

The shot of the little girl on the right is a little too suggestive for my taste, but in this case, I feel the choice of children was metaphoric. If you’ll recall, Arthur C. Clarke’s 2010 mused, “I wonder if one day the children of the new sun will meet the children of the old sun.” Despite the implicit suggestion that colonization carries, it’s a safe bet the new world will require going back to the more traditional coital route. “Be fruitful and multiply children!” Hm, a world where women would select mates based on intelligence, heart, and individuality over the present shallow materialistic media-driven agenda-serving reasons instructions? Sounds great!

I probably won’t waste too much of my time worrying about the fate of children of the old sun. They’ve been made willing accomplices in their own destruction. The human stargate is the most appropriate metaphor. We do become what we eat.

Speaking of, “my ass is on fire” is a sentiment often expressed by people after eating something that runs through their digestive tract [notably, bad mexican food]. I still can’t recall who said “We aren’t what we eat, we are what we don’t shit,” but aside from tortured flesh, we consume a bunch of indigestible processed toxic sludge. Did you note how the aforementioned, um, videos, were made by a company called “Toxic.” We take in/digest things mentally too. Little is hidden. They are required to tell you right up front what they are doing to you.

Just like they felt the need to tell us we are to be sacrificed for the greater good, the makers craftsmen of Watchmen apparently also felt the need to impress the reasons so many of us [vicious] sheep “deserve” to die, several times. Every tiny detail was was chosen and put in rather meticulously. Like clockwork.

Now, let’s got to Lucy’s needs: Thanks to Javier, I’ve seen the second best movie of 2009, Nine Miles Down [all need to]. {*2} What’s Lucy got to do with the Human Stargate© and why is she so concerned about our DIE-T [as if the lexicon alone doesn’t make arguing superfluous]? How do the two intimately relate to The Arc?

The above [left] words, are the first to leave Lucy’s lips upon her introduction in the film. That’s one HOT outfit! The second image [right] is our first view of the lithe one right before the supporting scene of scenes. It is also for my personal benefit and Anal–Isis. As for the rest of you gents, as one Elvis Lives once crooned, do please proceed to “get your mind off the sweet behind of our my little angel.”

While the above [right] scene, may sync right along with Eliza Dushku’s informative contract for Hulu, I’m a bit taken back that Lucy Fur would do so in such a blatant manner, that even the most die[t]hard of blood-addicted carnivores would be hard-pressed to overlook/dismiss. I began to wonder if there’s another side to Lucy which I had yet to consider, and hence, recalled something I once read:

And the serpent makes answer: “Behold, O Adam, the nature of thy Adversary!” The serpent disappears in a blinding sunburst of radiance and in its place stands an angel resplendent in shining, golden garments with great scarlet wings that spread from one corner of the heavens to the other. Dismayed and awestruck, the Adam falls before the divine creature.

“I am the Lord who is against thee and thus accomplishes thy salvation, ” continues the voice. “Thou hast hated me, but through the ages yet to be thou shalt bless me, for I have led thee our of the sphere of the Demiurgus; I have turned thee against the illusion of worldliness; I have weaned thee of desire; I have awakened in thy soul the immortality of which I myself partake. Follow me, O Adam, for I am the Way, the Life, and the Truth!”

The above is from “The Secret Teachings of All Ages,” written by one Manly Phallus [kudos to aferrismoon for namalysis]. Now, I’m not saying that Lucy is either good or bad, and am not quite sure just how seriously you guys would take my work, if in lieu of The Celtic Rebel, my name pen-name was Will N. Dowd. On the other hand, seeing that Lucy’s round little rear speaks directly to that part of my anatomy, perhaps there is some valid reason why Manly chose or was given such a name.

Stygian Port recently wrote the final part of his Holy Mountain series, and this stream of thought, along with the above image sync remarkably well into and through it. I am going to suggest one needs to take both in fully [sorry class, I know that’s gonna eat up your weekend]. The reason there are quotes on the above, is that they are both from a song my jukebox queued while watching the movie:

Two mirrors make infinity,
In the mirror you and me.
Find out just what love could be,
Queen Elvis.

Oh and I’ll sculpt you,
So very hard.
Oh and I’ll sculpt you,
’til you breath.

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

Yes, there is also a mirror in front of the character. So, I think the lyrics combined with the image say enough. At one time, I had thought, on a shallower level, that Queen Elvis was about a repressed homosexual teenager, but that was then. ELVIS is an anagram of LIVES, and of course, EVIL-S [as in S, on it’s own, representing the Serpent, and the key, 19]. Keep this in mind ’til we learn more of Lucy in a bit.

One fan later shared the above cartoon with me, and it fits herein all too well. It’s the 03/03/2010 edition, in other words 3/3/3, which makes for 9 Gates or 9 Miles (or a trinity of triple-hole entities, as once mused in jest, but now sans humor). The significance, led to my inspiration to rewrite my [dated] “About” page.

In all honesty, that’s the reason I have had quite enough of this bullshit truth movement. When most people say they wanna change the world, what they mean is “What can I do that doesn’t require changing myself?” That was yet another item I forgot to mention during both of the shows (the cartoon reMinded me). My failing memory now recalls that another movie from this Burning Ring series (Gangs of New York), stressed the disconnect most of us have between “flesh” and “flesh.”

Nine Miles Down, of course, had all the appropriate symbols. The above [right] shot, I guess, has to be included as it pretty much says the exact same thing the final combination of the 2012 sigil does [oh, and btw, his name is “jack”].

From double xboxes to triple-xboxes, it is probably about time that I stop feeling the need to keep pointing them out, and let you guys take over [just give me a little credit please]. Most watching this “horror” movie [per billing], I”d hazard, are going to seriously misinterpret the message on the wall as “save yourselves” from the evil of the pit, or something equally pointless, meaningless and fruitless.

By taking a step back and interpreting [versus reading] the message, you should be able to see there is little difference between that of the film and my own. There is no savior coming: you need to save yourselves!. That is the only way. I’m no Messiah, and neither is anyone who claims to be. So, save yourself. And perhaps, by doing so, you can save your s-elve, your serpent elf, your soul, in the process.

Back to Knowing for a second, I had caught a scene which seemed significant, hence filed the images [above] for later reflection. While looking into Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center, I noticed he was embedding references to Bible passages and that some of the clues required a bit of an interpretive dance to decipher.

I knew that 3:29 was a reference to a Bible passage, but was unable to figure out which one. Alas, synchronicity kicked in, cause when you’re in doubt, due to the pollution your eyes have taken, you should turn to the blind man for advice. Now, do you “see” why Generations was so important to my our Burning Ring?

Mark 3:28 “I tell you the truth, all the sins and blasphemies of men will be forgiven them.”

Mark 3:28 “But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; he is guilty of an eternal sin.”

I recall Michael Tsarion once saying the “holy spirit” was our soul, and on that, he may be indubitably correct. We, the extension of our soul, are here in this realm to reward it [our higher self] with the experience of life. But we, [far] too readily, turn our back to it; deprive it of the joys it sent us here to experience. Conformity is a soul-killer, and so is spending your life on the hamster wheel of busi-ness, or even your knees praying to some fable spun in honorarium of your slave master.

The absurdity of the above [left] scene, led to Lucy’s uncontainable laughter. Why would one be so stupid as to hold up a Box to keep the Vampire Queen of Boxes at bay? {*3} It’s called “programming.” “What would you be doing if they’d hung him,” she quips? This exchange was preceded by the following revelation (Lucy preparing his meal in her blood apron, while he remains OBLIVIOUS to the OBVIOUS):

“God? His very existence defines mine. We have a lot in common. We’re glad when people just accept what we lead them to believe. No sheppard wants sheep that think for themselves.” –Lucy Für

Some may wonder if I’d have tied this all together had I not watched Star Trek Generations. Who knows? I’m falling under the impression that synchronicity consists of my mind finding clues in whatever “medium” is present. Perhaps, I’d have pulled/gathered/retreived it from the opening credits of Nine Miles [below]?

Speaking to the shattered mirror, and how we, via our teeth and distorted morality (which borders on hypocrisy, if not defines it), Lucy tells the damned one, “What’s the point of wearing thick armor on the outside if your worst enemy lies within.” The Ten Commandments were obviously written by some asshole who’s biggest concern was that one of his slaves might try to fuck his wife. I propose dropping that load of convoluted orders from Herr Lord General for something far simpler.

THE TWO & 1/2 UNIVERSAL LAWS

1.0 Enjoy yourself and strive to make your life rewarding in terms of [new] experiences.

2.0 Do not deprive other souls from their quest to do same (that would include lesser souls, e.g., our animal brethren).

2.5 Do unto others as you would have them do unto you (basically a clarification/addendum of/to law two, hence not a full law).

–The Book of Alex

Oh what a wonderful world it could have been. I guess now I am starting to sound a bit like the guy in my intro song. At risk of ridicule, I’ll go ahead and tell you that I indeed Am The Way. It’s really just another way of saying, “The Way I Am.” That’s how Yoda would say it. On the other hand, this “torch-bearer” now illuminating the path to the ark, could just as well be “the beast,” tossing that same torch out of the ark at departure, to ignite the toxic stinking remnants of humanity left behind.

Note that I began the prior paragraph with the phrase “could have.” That should come as no surprise if you listened to the broadcast. I have this weird feeling The Beast has already awoken from its deep slumber and that may be [but] one explanation for all the insane events taking place in the world at this time.

This “Truth” Movement, as I’ve said numerous times, was brought about for a purpose. Does anyone think that it’s merely coincidence why the term resonates so strongly with the phrase “bowel movement” [our true composition process, ala “we are what we don’t shit”]? The lady below [left] “knows,” regardless of if she knows it or not. The “inside job” she suggests is just the second layer: the real “inside job” lies somewhere beyond that. You can’t stop the shit folks. It’s coming!

To answer a question that came up, the stargate/anus/rabbit-hole explorer Jodie “Alice Christ” Foster, already told us that were we to encase ourselves in some indigestible material, we could enter whatever stargate we choose, through the proper entrance. {*4} I am of the belief, that such a shielding is possible using mental projection [i.e., “creation”], rather than relying on the technological crutches our usurpers trained us to rely upon (after they pummeled us over the head repeatedly via marketing them).

The image on the right is the ending from Nine Miles, as we navigate the [rear] door/stargate/portal to Hell. Earlier in the movie, Lucy had thrown out this nugget: “Well, after we penetrated the cavity, we were very keen to find out what was down there.” First, go back and take a look at the images I used in one of my first posts regarding the anal trend. Two, reflect on what she said, in consideration of all the butt-sex the media is pushing on us and we are having. So, what’s next [hint]?

The timing of this movie was uncanny. At the end of My Dinner with Adros [4], Stygian Port floated the idea that Lucy may also want to get the hell out of here too. At the beginning of Nine Miles Down, Lucy makes it clear she wants to get out as soon as possible. Yet, the damned one [the “Jack” in the Box] is determined to stay with the dead, and is even frozen in place by his attachment to his dead wife.

At one point, Lucy revealed, “I couldn’t bear the thought of being left here again“ [which would have fuck all to do with the plot]. Alas, after Lucy acquires the rights to Jack’s soul [be it for herself, or may we infer, someone that she fears and serves], and steals the keys to his transport/ark, hence acquiring her freedom, she out of “love,” turns back to come save him. Hm, interesting. Alas, when they do leave (get rescued), we see their home/world ignite in flames behind them.

Again, Watchmen lets the audience know that the deserving will get exactly what’s coming to them and why. Interestingly enough, the Mayan hieroglyphs interpreter I mentioned said that there would be 144,000 who would survive the coming fire.

That syncs up with the number the Bible says would be saved, aka “the remnant.” Yes, the Jews who are seeking Zion have been conned, as have the dumb Zionist Christians who support a cause they know fuck all about. Alas, to answer a question from the chat room, anyone out there mixing crap about “chosen people” and “Zion” along with their message of “truth” is not to be trusted, at all. Needless to say, that would go for any fucker suggesting you give up your free-will as well.

I didn’t have time to get into the countless [¿cuntless?] theories now circulating about cataclysmic events or cycles that will bring about the end times, and to be honest I’d prefer not too. How many theories now? More than could obviously be remotely true. I’m not really worried about some big bang’ish explosive finale, it seems preferable to the other means of slowly burning up, including the ongoing humanity implosion or the rapid ass-imolation of all mankind. I know it’s kind of scary, but don’t be afraid kitten. Leave the shit behind and come with me.

I feel that my task of ark building, one given to me by forces I can barely even comprehend, is nearing completion. As for getting on it, I may be “the way,” but as I have said already, I ain’t the ticket-master. Ultimately, only you can save yourself, but that would mean actually doing something. It is your choice!

After the show, another fan commented “Just let me get high. I know I’ll remember if I get high.” Perhaps, if we focus on the higher aspects of ourselves, we will remember who we were and what we were once capable of. And, alas, so “arc” the fuck out. I could go on, but why do so when someone already has?

Well a [wo]man has two reasons for things that [s]he does
The first one is pride and the second one is love
All understandings must come by this way
She lifted her arms and she floated away

She don’t give a damn what the other girls say
She lifted her arms and she floated away
Hüsker Du, “She Floated Away”

And that’s about all I have for you. I hope I delivered the goods. Those of you, who feel that I, in any way have not, please address all complaints to the Dark Horse General. The convoluted mental jigsaw that lay scattered on the floor at the beginning of Part I, should be forming a very solid mental picture by now.

Part VIII, as said before, is really just adding the finishing touches and tying up those [abused] loose ends; patching a few holes and polishing the deck, so to speak. Be sure to tune in this Sunday, when my guest will be Lenon Honor.

Much love to all! Your friend and arkitekt, heretofore known as The Celtic Rebel, but hereafter just “Will.” 😉 Did you catch that Lucy? G’nite!

 

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*1: There were a couple of broadcasts related directly to the material covered in this post. They have since been moved out of this post and into their own at IN2012ZIONOZ (BRF Companion). [LB]

*2: I have since (long after) done a five plus house full detailed review of Nine Miles Down in broadcast format. I plan to make that show available and backlink here when it is posted. [LB]

*3: Per the movie, her name is Jennie Christianson, but she actually goes so far as to refer to herself as Lucifer [the protagonist, Jack, calls her “JC”]. The actress playing Lucy is Kate Nauta, who, with little baggage from prior castings, was a great choice in my opinion. The character was supposed to have been played by one [somewhat encumbered] Radha Mitchell, who already made an appearance during the Burning Ring [and quite a revealing one]. [LB]

*4: Had neglected to mention, in that Jodie “Alice Christian” Foster composite, the sheet image is a publicity shot of Jodie at the age of 14. Not that anyone ever listens to me, but back when everyone was getting [predictably] worked up about the similar shot of [an older] Miley Cyrus, I suggested it was (a) nothing new, and (b) merely a “feeler” Disney put out to gauge public reaction and distract. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on March 5, 2010.