Death to the New Flesh!

This past Sunday, my guest/cohost on the Rebel Path, was one who goes by the name of The Stygian Port. If you’ve listened to the old[er] podcasts, then he’ll need little introduction. Yes, I/we finally got around to covering Rollerball (1975).

As discussed [and implied by the above image] the narrative is about the individual overcoming great odds and crushing the [dark/light] forces of collectivism. {*1}

I gather many of you celebrated Saint Patricia’s annual beer douche this week. I’ve already shared my views on that old Roman whore. While I strongly disapprove of reveling in [hence, honoring] their Holy Days, there will be loads of drunk women out, hence you [males] can get out and chase hole [alternately, “love,” as I once overheard an aspiring prostitute promote her services as]. The point is, you can participate, without revering, as long as you don’t honor the wrong cunt [Patty].

Now is the time, while there are still a few womanimals left that “think” they are heterosexual. “Chasing hole,” by the way, is an expression I picked up in the Land of Ire. For some reason, the Amreplicans took great offense to my using it after I carried it across the Atlantic. Yet, here in the crown colonies, the phrase is the most appropriate one: it carries an inherent double entendre relating to the [now] equal opportunity lower region of the females of our species.

Speaking of hole, when I said that I was half-tempted to just go ahead and dedicate my entire show/blog to the topic of “how” to have proper/safer butt-sex, seeing how most of you guys our brethren have been programmed to be so singularly focused on butt-sex now, I was only half-kidding. No doubt, many bar graphs, studies, and “focus” groups [“eye,” aye?], would support such a “business model.”

“when i said that i was lying, i might have been lying”
–declan patrick macmanus

Donations to sway me greatly appreciated. The “button” is over there [higher] –>

I’m sure some were lost by a few of the references to the synchromystic bonfire. Hint: it’s a place you go sing Kumbaya, the diametric dialectic to Rome’s merge with god bullshit they’ve been stuffing into the mouths of men, women, and particularly altar boys, for aeons. “Long live the new flesh?” Collectivism is death.

Some may view it [our bonfire] as “burning down the house,” but there are other perspectives, all equally valid. Right, Peter? Collectivism, in any form, is spiritual suicide. Whether we merge with the dog/god, or the great beyond, the spirit dies. Death to the new flesh! Death to collectivism! All truth lies within the individual.

Apparently, much has happened since the day of the broadcast. James, a blogger, reader and chat-room participant … after daring to express his own opinion (and associate himself with this fiercely individualistic Rebel), found himself no longer welcome by the [syncromystic] collective. Much like Hugh [of the Borg] felt after being unplugged, James is probably also feeling a bit lonely right now, so do try to send some love/emotional support his way.

Yes, of course the creators of Star Trek chose they name Hugh as a metaphor for “you.” But, oddly enough, that’s also the name of one syncrorrific Jackass, who’s name has been popping up a lot lately. Should you reach out to our [new] Hugh, reMind him the collective route inevitably ends one way [above right].

Apparently, words are the wind that can cause a little bonfire to rage out of control. Since my broadcast, one listener took it upon himself to throw some gasoline into the mix [basically, he created a now defunct site, making fun of the synchromystic kumbaya endless wanking collective]. I neither condone or condemn his action, but have to admit, it is pretty fucking funny.

I’d gather my linking is an endorsement of sorts, and that some egos may get bruised and feathers ruffled, but the old wisdom says: fuck them if they can’t take a joke. Oops, and I almost forgot. The Kampa Kumbaya [11:11] sign brought to my attention, is actually real [no, the above image is slightly modified]. Synchronicity tells us that not only is it a real place, but of all things, fittingly, a grave yard.

There was a strong common thread running binding the movies selected [Rollerball, Revolver, The Prisoner], and that is the grave threat that a free-thinking individual poses to any system. {*2} “They are afraid of you,” was informed on Jonathan E in Rollerball. And, going back to Hugh, what was the final solution to how to send him back to the Borg? Not infected with a virus, but with the far more dangerous spirit of the self. Hm, the “telephone” as a way to communicate off-world? [wait for it]

Argh! I guess the jukebox queued in the above song for a reason. I think many are confused that the extreme forces of law and chaos are working towards the same goal, the destruction of the spirit [of the individual]. Anyone telling you that you should surrender “any” aspect of your self [aside from the artificial programmed ego, of course] for some greater universal good is not your friend. The “Q:”

he’s not the man you’d think that he can be
i just don’t know why you can’t see
that he is only the imposter

you’ve never been this far
you’ve always been too smart
and you know all our boys
are really girls at heart

when I said that I was lying I might have been lying
never let me hear you say you’re not trying

this is your big decision
hope you’re not disappointed

he’ll only bring you souvenirs
it’s only gonna end in tears
And he is only the imposter

I don’t care “who” it is .. be it your preacher, some self-appointed arbiter of truth, a blog collective [¡hm, the Japanese might say “BROG”!], Edgar Caye’s latest reincarnate, or that big “fag” Jehovah himself, if the message promoted is giving up even one iota of yourself [aside from the artificial ego construct] along the way, then said person either doesn’t get it, or knows exactly what they are doing.

On the following Thursday, I returned to the Lee Rogers show: Live Free or Die (Guest Spot 02). That post relates intimately with this one [and was at one time part of this write up]. One of the main areas of discussion was Lady Gaga’s “Telephone” Video. Of interest here, is that the humans who were exterminated in the Diner scene of said video consented to their END beforehand, by willingly stuffing death into the opening of their transformative Human Stargate.

But, my harping on the topic equates to flogging a dead horse. Perhaps literally? It is truly remarkable that so many wonder why the world is covered in blood, while incapable of seeing the blood they are covering themselves in while asking.

Fellow mystic Javier [the winner of our “secret word” contest] accompanied the broadcast with a video: In the End Everything Burns for Evol [since-deleted]. It showed how Lucy, burning, di[e]ners, and die[t]ing, all sync so “hand in hand.”

The [GaGa] video, is about a woman who finds herself in prison, and there are grid patterns ALL OVER the place. The breakout occurs after she receives her [¿off-world?] telephone communique. Diamonds at the extremeties of “the world,” also appeared in Revolver [if you haven’t seen it yet, well you bloody need to].

Hm, Blood Diamonds? Again, consent is freely given. The Whorification of women as a de facto way of life was another Rollerball theme [discussed]. Again, I have to laugh at how so many women are programmed to take offense to the “whore” label, while flaunting the whore diamonds on their fingers designating them as such.

The name of the game is consent. Little has changed for thousands of years. See the elite at the top of they pyramid [as seen before]? See the best of the masses down below them, willingly taking part in a sacrificial ritual they do not understand, but have been conned into [as I’ve said on numerous occasions, our indoctrination was a lie, only the suckers believed it was an honor to be sacrificed and suicided].

As “Energy” was a big theme in this movie, it occurred to me that “E” also represents Energy, hence Jonathan “E.” I know some people don’t like bequeathing the title of elites to our derelict masters, but if you think of it as e-lites, as in energy lites, it is not necessarily complimentary. What’s the difference between me and an e-lite? They’re less filling and leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth.

Another point Revolver demonstrated, was that the only way we can succeed in the game, is not only to overcome our ego, but use the same trick the elites have used for us on years against them. Feed their ego, until they commit virtual suicide.

That’s how you play the game. There was definitely something going on with the number 13 in both Rollerball and Revolver. The 13th Century. The 13th Floor.

“The greatest number of players put out of action by a single player in a game – 13. A world record, courtesy of your dear self.”

Thirteen was also a magical age in They Live, coincidentally also the specific point some random idiot on YouTube recently chose to tell me I was “over-analyzing.”

Sometimes, I do wonder, if this is all really “a game.” Well, according to Rollerball:

“No player is greater than the game itself. It’s a significant game in a number of ways. The velocities of the ball, the awful physics of the track. And in the middle of it all, men playing by an odd set of rules. It’s not a game a man is supposed to grow strong in, Jonathan.”

“The game was created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort. Let the game do its work.”

The above, as said [first show], reminded me of a scene from They Live:

“The whole deal is some kind of crazy game. The name of the game is: Make it through life. Only everyone is out for themselves and looking to do you in. You do what you can, but I’m going to do my best to blow your ass away.”

I’m guessing it was also intentional that the background scene, now becoming more commonplace through America, was not taken into consideration by [the still sleeping] Keith when he added, “I believe in America. I follow the rules.”

Note that even as the greatest player ever, Jonathan [a rebel] did not become a lethal viral threat to the game while he was still sleeping. One of the best moments in the movie was his awakening, “I’ve been so stupid for so long. I’ve been so stubborn. I don’t even know why. It scares me.” The sleeper has awakened!

And, he could not have made that journey had he not done the above. As I said in my last Ring of Fire, “we must let go of our attachment to the dead.” She [her frozen memory] was “like a God” to him, but now she’s erased. He can move on.

I probably shouldn’t have thrown The Box into the mix, as I didn’t have time to properly probe the ins/outs of that film. Hence, I just grabbed the core central theme of responsibility and consent. Perhaps, it will come up again.

Your friend and occasional navigator, Alex.

 

 

*1: Coincidentally, this part Thursday night, out of the “blue” both Stygian and myself faced with boredom, decided to give Apocalypse Now a reView [and oddly enough, Mace556, per his below comment]. Does that mean anything? Apocalypse Agora? That final Dinner of Andros podcast may one day surface. [LB]

*2: I’d like to thank one Anadæ Effro, for passing a decent movie recommendation my way, a little known film named Agora. While it’s no Rollerball, and not free from Zionist disinformation propaganda [never drop your critical guard], it is a decent movie; especially in regards to the Cult of Christianity [or whenever people trade in thought for faith]. The title coincidentally, means two things in Greek. One, a place, such as central market, where people gather, and two, “now.” [LB]

~ by celticrebel on March 19, 2010.