Monday, February 18, 2013

Jupiter - the Real Big Papus and sYNCing in NYC


KevIndra: This past weekend I was in Manhattan to help my girlfriend get Saturday Night Live tickets. 

I had some fun Jupiter/42/Pope Syncs I thought would be interesting to share.




Star of films like Inglorious Bastards and Django Unchained, Oscar Nominated Christoph Waltz was the host of the SNL episode/Comedy Ceremony that my girlfriend waited all night out in the cold to get standby tickets for (I waited a good 8 hours into the morning to try and get her a dress rehearsal too, it was pretty chilly). Luckily she made it for the live show and had a great time.

Here you can see Christoph Waltz playing the Pope in this funny Skit called Papal Security.

Interesting Sync here that Inglorious Nazi Waltz is playing ex-Naxi Pope Benedict on SNL this week.


It is known that the currently resigning pope was a Nazi Youth in his time before becoming Pope of the Catholic Church.

Christoph Waltz as a Nazi Sargeant in Inglorious Bastards.



Nazi-Pope resonator Waltz was also awarded the Jupiter award for best Actor in the most auspicious year of 2010. Very cool.


It is also interesting that Jupiter is the equivalent of Lightning throwing Ancient God Zues, and that Lightning Struck the Vatican the day of the Popes resignation announcement.



The Cartoon South Park actually once featured an episode where it was revealed that Saint Peter was actually a Rabbit. Uncovering a secret Vatican order called the Hare Club for Men. Through my Sync work the number 42 has many cool associations with white rabbits via Alice in Wonderlands Rule #42, White Rabbit and 42 in the Shining, Donnie Darko etc. Also cool Sync that the Scene that Comedy Central offers as a clip on its Website begins with Lightning striking behind the Vatican.



You can watch a bit of it here, funny stuff.

In the end the 42 resonating White Rabbit becomes Elected pope.
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Another interesting thing is that at Saint Peters Bascilica, the Statue of Saint Peter has been replaced with that of Jupiter.

Interesting how Peter is etymologically descended from Pater, and so is Pope from Papus like Papa. This is Zues/Jupiter is also the Father God, the Lightening from on high. These are ideas in our human vocabulary that we have for the universal creative current in the universe. Pop/Eternal Father is the mover and movement of all things, and the Great Mother is the sacred temple in which all things are made possible, she is also the mover/moved in all things. Divinity really has no gender(another reason we need no pope other than ourselves), but our consciousness has interesting dynamics for the realization that I think are interesting to explore. 

In the Tarot the card that used to be known as The Pope is now known as the Heirophant, and in the Qabalistic sciences of the Tarot  connects the Sphere of Mercy or Jupiter to the Supernal sphere of Chokmah.

Jupiter Qabalistically represents the highest qualities in mankind, and is the nearest sphere (of the Seven lower Sephira) to the Supernal Triad at the top of the tree of life, representing the Agencies of the Divine, beyond human comprehension. The Heirophant represents the ability to transmit and communicate in the human world those divine energies from on high.



We need no other Pope or Heirophant than our Higher Self, or those who we engage in deliberate study under the guidance of. I personally see the Heirophant as the embodyment of the highest within ourselves made manifest. I think it is interesting that this subject is coming up in 2013, it just seems right.

Maestro Juan Flores entrains with the Qabalistic ideas of Jupiter representing the Spiritual Ideals of man, and himself is another existing example of everymans ability to communicate with the Divine. Juans method is the Ayauasca brew, I have been privelaged to drink of his particular brew, and he is a wise Heirophant and medicine man, the spirits of love and humility radiate from his medicine and song.

So while my girlfriend was online for tickets to Saturday Night Live I thought I would make my way to midtown to meet up with a fellow Sync enthusiast who I connected with on Twitter.


 It was just before I was actually going to head to the Lower East Side that we were able to get in touch, at that point I was on 42nd street right outside the Grand Central Terminals Subway, only by chance that it was the nearest to NBC studios where my girlfriend was on line.

I was able to get a hold of my sync friend on the phone but only for a shore while enough to mention a landmark nearby. Just before I would run into him I noticed a street artist doing some cosmic looking art.
I grabbed my phone realizing he was painting Jupiter/42 over Manhattan live on the corner of 42nd street no lesss, simultanious to our sync meetup. Great stuff here!

After a having some interesting conversation and a few rounds of drinks with my new Sync friend, I made my way back to the Saturday Night Live line, and realized again that I was entraining with the 42.

42s everywhere while we waited online for SNL tickets. 



To continue the interesting 42 entrainment, the next night we met up again as my band was playing at a venue called the Acheron in Brooklyn. Acheron is an Ancient Greek River, its mythos being that it is the River of Pain that one of 5 that lead into the Underworld. 

This is Synchronistic because in my Film a Thin Skin or Membrane videos, and another video I made called "Do you have any Tobacco?" I make connections between Boats as symbols for our Spiritual nature, our Souls, and continue expanding the number 42's connection to the mysteries of being and the Spiritual reality.


Do you have any Tobacco? from Kevin Halcott (@indradhanush42) on Vimeo.

Of course the Acheron venue in Brooklyn where we were playing, is backed by a Rainbow lit flying Skeleton logo.


Heres a shot of myself(@indradhanush42 on instagram) riffing in front of the Rainbow Skull of the Acheron. Those of you who have followed my work or my Sync Book article can enjoy the Sync here.
My band It's Not Night .'. It's Space (myself on the right)

Directly outside the Acheron(underworld river) venue/bar, across the street, is a Synchromystic Jupiter Bear painted on the wall.


@Syncwinnipeg Darcy Watt and Juan Flores collaborated in 2010 on an image depicting the Great White Bear and the Earth mother. Also known as Oso Blanco Y Pachamama. Featuring a Bear reaching for Jupiter over a Rainbow. Perfect Sync.

Oso Blanco y Pachamama by Darcy J watt

Rabbits, Jupiter Hawks, Sirius puppies, sync everywhere across from the Acheron.


After all of this Sync I caught this newspapre upon returning upstate after a long weekend. Fun times, keeping the sYNC alive in NYC :)


I had an interesting Sync today after hearing Sync Maestro Jake Kotze on Always record. Making an analogy between the opening and closing of a hand, and the ever presence of great mystery. I don't know if Jake remembered but the Hebrew letter for Jupiter means Hand, making for a cool little 42 sync there.
"Intent is s weird concept to begin with if you really strip it down to the core, like, if I open my hand, is that my intention? I feel like I have that intention,  but the mystery from where that impulse comes from,[...]even just intending to open my hand is a mystery" - Jake Kotze 2/17/13

This was Synchronistic for me because last night I finished Twin Peaks, at the end of the Season weird energies manifest and make people look at their own hands.

Twin Peaks - the Path to the Black Lodge. (viewed 2/17/13)

"there's a very classic cliche of a stoner or someone on LSD in a cartoon or a movie, you always see theres somewone who just looks at their hand and just says oh wow and is looking at their hand...but yeah have you ever looked at your hand and contemplated[...] What a fine machine we are living in." - Alan Abadessa 2/17/13

Peace and Love all - Kevindra


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Purple Jesus Syncwaves


The world woke up on the morning of February 11th, the 42nd day of 2013, to the news of
the current Pope's announcement that he is going to resign officially on February 28th, 2013. 


Hours after his announcement lightning strikes St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican and its is dramatically caught on camera, both video and still.

 

By the next day February 12th, mainstream news was reporting the lightning strike in relation to the Pope's announcement of his retirement. The mainstream press was reporting sync as it was news. 

On February 12th I look to the sync that is swirling around the 42 Pope Lightning sync event.

Shockwaves. Syncwaves. 

I notice the date February 28th as the day he actually officially resigns.

I look to the birthdays of the stars to what kind of syncs might wave back at me.

Turns out John Turturro and Charles Durning are 2 actors born on February 28th, the day of the papal resignation.


John Turturro is known as Purple Jesus in The Big Lebowski.


He makes an appearance as Purple Jesus in Syncjack as well. 



Syncjack from Syncwinnipeg on Vimeo.

Charles Durning, born same day as the John "Purple Jesus" Turturro, plays the Pope in the 1987 TV movie "I Would Be Called John: Pope John XXIII"


Here Charles Durning is below as the Pope.


Charles During was a real life war vet who had been awarded 3 Purple Hearts.


Charles Durning died this past Xmas Eve, December 24th, 2012.

The day before the birth of Jesus.

Who needs the Pope when you got Purple Jesus riding the syncwaves.

Peace.





Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Vikings, Vultures and Vampires...oh my!

I love it when a random sync drops into my lap and I'm not quite sure what to do with it. 

It's like when you're walking along the street and plop, a bird shits on your shoulder.  You suddenly become very self conscious, very aware of other eyes watching you, that creepy feeling that you were targeted, deliberately, by that bird up there.  You scan the clouds but it's already gone.  You didn't even get a glimpse of your perpetrator.

On one hand you stand there feeling slightly soiled, violated, your personal space having been invaded by a feathered phantom menace.  On the other hand you count yourself lucky.  It could have been worse.  It could have landed in your hair, or your face, or even your mouth.  You remind yourself that getting shit on is a sign of good fortune.  The universe has just blessed your day.  Be thankful.

The same thing can happen with synchronicity.  You're going about your daily routine, minding your own business, and then plop, a sync lands on you.  You prod it a little to make sure it's actually there; you might even give it a little sniff, but regardless of which way you twist or turn it you still can't figure out why you were chosen to receive it.  It's sitting there on your shoulder like a Rorschach splat that means everything and nothing all at the same time.  You know that it must have some kind of personal relevance, some deeper meaning, otherwise why would the universe have dropped it on you.  But what?

 

And this is where the fun part comes in.  The Universe doesn't spoon feed you the answer.  It drops the sync on you and then sits back to see how you react. 

Some might shake their fist and curse their bad luck, immediately scraping off the splat and discarding it...as...well...shit.  Others might see the beauty in it and mold that thing on their shoulder, turning it into an instrument that can be used.  An instrument that can be honed with practice. And enjoyed.


At first it can be tricky keeping everything aligned (like your relationship, your job, your sanity) while getting to grips with this new tool, but they say that practice makes perfect. 


At the end of the day all you can really do is aim for the center and then hope for the best.


Afterall, what's the worst that can happen?

I like to think of it in these terms:  The Weather Man predicts the weather forecast.  The g8or predicts the Sync forecast.  It's not an infallible precog art form, but it's one that usually lands in the right kinda ball park.

If you want to use Sync in such a manner then it can give you an excellent birds-eye view of whats coming.


I went through this process about three weeks ago when I received a couple of Viking synchronicites during the course of a day, I forget all the details, and for a brief moment my life aligned itself with the infamous Norse warriors.

Rather than shrug it off I decided to embrace my splat, to wear it as a badge of honor, and see if it might lead me somewhere interesting.  I'd been looking for a new book to read so I decided to pick up Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton.


The story focuses on a Viking named Beowulf, known in the book as Buliwyf, and revolves around his heroic encounters with the mist-monsters aka Eaters of the Dead.  

There have been a couple of movie adaptations over the years, my two favorites being the animated Beowulf (notice the splat on his shoulder) and The 13th Warrior (think birds-eye)



So I read Michael Crichtons book and thanked the Sync Gods for bringing it to my attention when I might otherwise have overlooked it

The Vikings came and went.  No big deal. Just one of those things.

A few days after finishing the book I was sat at work and I lapsed into a day dream. My mind went for a wander, as it so often does, and unintentionally landed on the Vulture.  I jotted the word down on my notepad and while playing about with the letters out popped the word TRUE LUV.

VUL TURE = TRUE LUV

Now the bald headed Vulture doesn't exactly inspire heart-warming imagery.  It brings to mind dead flesh and carcasses.  Bones.  Death.

At first it felt silly that True Luv should be found lurking inside the Vulture but while playing with the idea it dawned on me that the Vulture is a real-life 'Eater of the Dead'.  That's what it's famous for.  If it's circling overhead then you're guaranteed that something is dying or dead.

So through a very loose connection, courtesy of Michael Crichtons book, I now had the random Vulture linked to the equally random Viking. 

While doing my homework the only movie I could think of which featured a Vulture character was Horton Hears a Who

If the Vulture represents True Luv then it made perfect sense that it's profile encompasses the Heart.



The next plop came via a night-time download on Sunday 28/01.  In the dream I found myself in the company of two Grandfather figures, probably in their late sixties or seventies, who were sitting on a park bench or sofa.  In the dream these old fellas were famous news broadcasters, or commentators, or radio presenters, people whose voices had influence over thousands of people.  They were sitting speaking to each other about important worldly matters and I seemed to have stumbled into their conversation.  I found myself looking up at these two large men as if I were a child sitting on the carpet looking up at adults, eavesdropping in on their conversation but not really knowing what they were talking about.  I was just happy being in their presence as they both had a very calm and gentle 'Grandad' vibe about them.  

My attention focused on the overweight man sitting on the right.   As I watched him more closely I realized that he was naked.  Fat and naked.  I then noticed that his body had very peculiar proportions.  His groin and chest were all askew and his lower regions were insect-like, or lobster-like, and not very human at all.  The Grandad figure on my right started to morph into something straight out of an H.R. Giger painting and I became very conscious that this old guy wasn't human at all.  His skin became green and a hole opened up in his belly/nether regions.  From within that hole emerged alien 'things', folds of green flesh unlike anything I've ever seen before, and the dream started to spin into a nightmare.  

I found myself frozen, unable to take my eyes off the morphing flesh which was emerging from the hole in the old guys gut, bubbling up in complex shapes and patterns before disappearing back inside again.  If he had looked at me I'm pretty sure I would have snapped myself out of the dream and forced myself awake.  But he didn't.  He went on chatting quite casually to the guy beside him, who seemed completely oblivious or completely unconcerned about the alien-nature of this green-skinned naked guy.  My mind must have had enough of the scene, or reached it's limit of weirdness, as I felt myself drifting away.  But just before I departed I heard the green mans final words.  He told his buddy that "2013 is the year of the Loch Ness Monster".  Then the dream ended.

When I woke up I jotted the details down on a notepad I keep beside my bed and underlined the key words from the dream sequence - 2013 is the year of the Loch Ness Monster.

It felt completely random and yet I knew it must mean something.  Loch Ness is only about 100 miles from my home in the north of Scotland but I haven't visited the place in many years.  The Loch Ness Monster is a an urban legend which was initiated by this hoaxed 1934 photo and various reported sightings.



On Sunday 28/01, the day after my Loch Ness Monster dream, I decided to watch the latest Twilight movie for the very first time with my daughter.

In the final film of the series Bella has given birth to a half-human half-vampire daughter named Renesmee.


I was only half paying attention to the movie as I had chores and stuff to do but I stopped in my tracks when I heard Jacob Black speaking to Bella about young Renesmee.  Jacob referred to her as 'Nessie' and Bella, who became offended by this new nickname, remarks that her daughter "will not be named after the Loch Ness Monster".

The dream from the previous night came flooding back at the mention of the Loch Ness Monster and I thought WTF.  What are the chances?!

Plop.

Later in the movie I learned that Renesmee aka Nessie can live on human/animal blood which basically makes her a vampiric Eater of the Dead.

The movie progressed and it turned out that the 'bad vampires' are called the Volturi.


Volturi...like Vulturi...like Vulture.


So what does all this have to say about the future?

I don't bloody know!  I'm still as dazed and confused as I was when the Viking syncs first landed on my lap a few weeks ago.  However I'm now extra curious to see how all this unfolds. It can only get stranger from here on out.

Are myths about to become reality?

maybe

Are Vampiric Vikings about to return on the back of the Loch Ness Monster while circling Vultures bring about True Luv by snacking on the dead? 

hmmm...maybe not

Am I full of shit? 

well yes...I am...but that's exactly the point I'm trying to make here.  I seem to be completely covered in it  :)

I'm not sure how to round this off so I'm going to let Conan have the final word.

In the Conan movie Arnie wears the horned helm (ala the Viking) and is crucified on the Tree of Woe.  While hanging there a Vulture lands on his shoulder and, you've got to the love the irony, he eats the Eater of the Dead.


I like this piece of fan art which shows Arnie sucking the blood of the Vulture/Volturi while someone pops up to say hello.




Thanks for reading.

Much love

R