Rings a Bell or Two

Since Monday evening, the media worldwide are all over the fire that caused major damage to Notre-Dame cathedral in Paris. Just as Jupiter (aka Emmanuel Macron) was scheduled to pull the wool over French citizens' eyes live on TV. Meanwhile, at the same time, thousands of miles away, the Al-Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem, third holiest site in Islam, was also catching fire (source). So many random coincidences!

Dragon Lines

Two magnificent sacred buildings of profound symbolic significance erected on two of the most powerful vortexes on Earth: l'Ile de la Cité and Mount Temple. Both highly targeted by the dark forces for who controls energy, controls the world.

Some of the advanced knowledge inherited by the Templars was that of the Earth’s energy grid, the network of magnetic force lines known as ley lines, dragon lines or meridians. The major sacred sites are where many of these lines cross, creating enormous vortices of energy. If you perform a black magic ritual and human sacrifice at these points the deeply negative energy it produces is earned on the force lines emanating from the vortex and pumped throughout the network. This affects the vibrational state of the Earth’s magnetic energy field within which we all live. If that energy field is full of fear, people will be more likely to feel that emotion. And fear is the four letter word that controls the world.

The most important weapon for the Babylonian Brotherhood since its creation has been the manipulation of fear.

Nothing limits people’s potential to express their true selves more than fear. It becomes understandable, therefore, why so many Christian churches were built on ancient Pagan sites and why so many Satanic rituals are performed in churches under the cover of darkness. It was the Templars, with their knowledge of the esoteric arts, who financed the great Gothic cathedrals of Europe between 1130 and 1250. [...]

Notre Dame [of Paris] (Our Lady: Isis/Semiramis/Ninkharsag) was built on a site dedicated to the goddess Diana, and Chartres was placed on an ancient sacred site which once attracted Druids from all over Europe. [...]

Both Chartres and Notre Dame were centres of Black Madonna worship, another Templar obsession. The Black Madonna cult was not related to Mary, mother of Jesus, although that was the impression they wanted people to have. [...]

The Black Madonna symbolises the negative use of female ‘Moon’ energy, while the Black Sun symbolises the negative use of solar energy, the male, besides being an occult name for the galactic Sun which this solar system orbits over 26,000 years. [...]

The widespread use of the dome or ‘womb’ by the Brotherhood also relates to this, among other things.

The New Age belief system has often fallen into the trap of believing that female energy is good and male energy not so good, because they think the world is male-dominated. In fact the world is dominated by the extremes of both energies, male and female. I am not talking about male and female bodies here, but male and female energy which both men and women have the potential to manifest. When a male suppresses his female polarity he becomes ‘macho man’ and thinks the only way to be a ‘real man’ is to be dominant and aggressive. This extreme of male energy is reflected by soldiers with guns and overt, in your face, aggression and power. Thus we think the world is male-dominated because you can see the extremes of male energy on the news every night. That’s the point, you can see it. The negative extreme of female energy, however, is behind the scenes manipulation, covertly setting up the events and conflicts which the extreme of the male energy can play out in public. In other words, you can’t see it. This is the energy that the agents of the Babylonian Brotherhood work with and they symbolise this with names like Semiramis, Isis and all the rest. They also know that the female energy is the creative force, which brought forth even the Sun, as the Egyptians used to say of Isis. This female force, like all energy, is neutral. You can create something positive or something malevolent, but to do either you need to harness the female, the creative force. Hence you have the constant female symbolism by the Brotherhood in all its forms. It is the balanced, positive expression of the female energy that they have sought to suppress, not the female energy itself.

David Icke, Le Plus Grand Secret

The Curse of Notre-Dame

Long-standing regular readers of this blog may remember my style effects of three years ago over a bad night shot of Notre-Dame where I had let my imagination run free. One of my artworks (see opposite) featured Esmeralda in front of the burning cathedral from where a dragon had escaped. I swear I only used my inspiration (including for the title), experimenting with filters and overlaying items that looked good together and never intended to convey any message at all. So you can imagine how shocked I was in retrospect when I heard of the fire at Notre-Dame. Most intriguing is that I did it again with the headlining picture designed six months ago to mark the 50th birthday of Thom Yorke. A practical joke that turned out to be not funny at all.

I'm apparently not the only one to have channelled this disaster from the morphic (or source) field.

All eyes were raised to the top of the church. They beheld there an extraordinary sight. On the crest of the highest gallery, higher than the central rose window, there was a great flame rising between the two towers with whirlwinds of sparks, a vast, disordered, and furious flame, a tongue of which was borne into the smoke by the wind, from time to time. Below that fire, below the gloomy balustrade with its trefoils showing darkly against its glare, two spouts with monster throats were vomiting forth unceasingly that burning rain, whose silvery stream stood out against the shadows of the lower façade. As they approached the earth, these two jets of liquid lead spread out in sheaves, like water springing from the thousand holes of a watering–pot. Above the flame, the enormous towers, two sides of each of which were visible in sharp outline, the one wholly black, the other wholly red, seemed still more vast with all the immensity of the shadow which they cast even to the sky. [...]

Two streams of melted lead were falling from the summit of the edifice into the thickest of the rabble. That sea of men had just sunk down beneath the boiling metal, which had made, at the two points where it fell, two black and smoking holes in the crowd, such as hot water would make in snow. Dying men, half consumed and groaning with anguish, could be seen writhing there. Around these two principal streams there were drops of that horrible rain, which scattered over the assailants and entered their skulls like gimlets of fire. It was a heavy fire which overwhelmed these wretches with a thousand hailstones.

Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

Please, note that in the famous novel by Victor Hugo, the fire is actually a diversion caused by Quasimodo to distracts “baddies” (no comments).

The House of God

Another “detail” that struck me is when numerologist Natalie Pescetti said that April 2019 is a 16 universal month (2+0+1+9+4) in relation to the sixteenth arcana of tarot, the Tower (also called the House of God in the original French version). To me, this card conjures up images of a burning tower struck by lightning as illustrated in The Tarot of Thelema (see opposite), a deck I find more inspiring than the traditional Tarot of Marseilles.

Don't know why, it also reminds me of a chapter from Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince called "The Lightning Struck Tower" in which Death Eaters manage to break into Hogwarts and conjure up the Dark Mark in the sky above the highest tower of the castle right after assassinating Dumbledore (please, note I'm only expressing feelings and nothing else).

The role of the Tower is to disrupt the natural order of things (an order that is actually organised disorder. The white, red and blue balls hallmark the spiritual, intellectual and physical impact of such disorder.), and thus has it stand against the will to power that built it. The tower takes up a lot of space and presents us with concepts of verticality, ascension, and rise, but to what end? This is a fundamental issue. It conveys a clear idea of removal. Once they have established their power and their reign motivated by domination and greed, higher powers come striking and disallowing those who arrogantly sought to rule over above as below. Actually, the Tower symbolically acts as a tunnel through which energy flows. It captures energy streams so as to control them. (Source)

So many things have been said about this fire that we have now reached heights of confusion — which I think (and feel) was the intended effect. Now, it is clear that if so many people rightly question the real causes of this “providential accident” in many regards (I'm referring to the elites and their puppets, of course) and given the flood of Pavlovian instant responses caused by simple questions (“fake newsers”, conspirationists), there is no smoke without fire... in this case no fire without wool-pulling.

So was it a diversion tactic? A psy-op? Deliberate destruction of something they have lost control of? The hand of fate?

One thing for sure is that there's something quite unorthodox about this event occurring right at the start of the holy week.

The Tower also stands for the ”violent destruction of all masks and deceptive assemblies”. Isn't it exactly what we're witnessing right now?

Victor Hugo wishes to thank all the generous donors willing to save Notre Dame and suggests they do the same thing for les Misérables. (Source)

A tweet that truly illustrates my thoughts. Humanity has officially split in two parts. The time has come to make a choice. Devolution or evolution? Darkness or light? Life or no-life? The blurry in-between has now been sucked into the supermassive black hole recently photographed by NASA.

Waky waky, follow the white bunny.

Happy Easter

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Revolution

Révolution

My young sister's scared,
She's torn all her dolls to rags.
My young sister's scared,
She's burnt all her notebooks to ashes.

My young sister's crying,
She's had her intimacy touched.
Our parents are separated,
There's nothing she can do inside her tin box.

And I know she's realised
What her life will be,
That any odd time
She could...
She could throw it all away.

My two brothers are at war,
Fully-armed by what lies ahead.
My two elder brothers are at war
Against the universe and the whole world.

And I don't know what else to do
To appease their anger,
Just let them know that one day
They could...
They could throw it all away.

My mum's lost her peace of mind
Since she saw her son wearing stilettos.
Whereas my dad, in fact,
Stood out by his freedom.

And I pray
To break my anger
For what I'd need to do
Tomorrow I could
Throw it all away.

And I know, my brothers and sister,
How to appease our anger
What we'd need to do
Tomorrow we could
Throw it all away.

Original text by NICOLA SIRKIS translated from French by EY@EL
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Manufacturing Dissent: The Anti-Globalization Movement Is Funded by the Corporate Elites

Dizzidence Politik
Psychiatric clinic
Stalinist politics
Cold shower and Mogadon
Deletion of your name
Amphetamines and other medicines
Politbureau not looking so well

"Dizzidence Politik", Indochine (1982)

Sign of the times? Even though the swans have left the pond, it leaves me pondering. There's a red feel in the air. In a world that's stopped spinning round, a revolution is upon us (cognitive dissidence?). And ron and ron, little patapon, comes up Easter and the shepherdess starts worrying that her king might get crucified. Or beheaded. Actually, which revolution are we talking about? The one where the fool gets fired, a move actually forcing us to checkmate because we failed to understand we were taking part in a vast game of chess as ordinary pawns? Or the one where we got it that we need to get off the big wheel before it's too late (wham, bam, bang)? In the midst of the actual prevailing confusion, I hope this well documented article will somehow help you process things with discernment and make informed choices.

Ey@el

By providing the funding and the policy framework to many concerned and dedicated people working within the non-profit sector, the ruling class is able to co-opt leadership from grassroots communities … and is able to make the funding, accounting, and evaluation components of the work so time consuming and onerous that social justice work is virtually impossible under these conditions.

Paul Kivel, You Call this Democracy, Who Benefits, Who Pays and Who Really Decides

Under the New World Order, the ritual of inviting “civil society” leaders into the inner circles of power – while simultaneously repressing the rank and file – serves several important functions. First, it says to the World that the critics of globalization “must make concessions” to earn the right to mingle. Second, it conveys the illusion that while the global elites should – under what is euphemistically called democracy – be subject to criticism, they nonetheless rule legitimately. And third, it says “there is no alternative” to globalization: fundamental change is not possible and the most we can hope is to engage with these rulers in an ineffective “give and take”.

While the “Globalizers” may adopt a few progressive phrases to demonstrate they have good intentions, their fundamental goals are not challenged. And what this “civil society mingling” does is to reinforce the clutch of the corporate establishment while weakening and dividing the protest movement. An understanding of this process of co-optation is important…

People are involved in anti-globalization protests because they reject the notion that money is everything, because they reject the impoverishment of millions and the destruction of fragile Earth so that a few may get richer. This rank and file and some of their leaders as well, are to be applauded. But we need to go further. We need to challenge the right of the “Globalizers” to rule. This requires that we rethink the strategy of protest. Can we move to a higher plane, by launching mass movements in our respective countries, movements that bring the message of what globalization is doing, to ordinary people? For they are the force that must be mobilized to challenge those who plunder the Globe.

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Moby Lets You Download 4 Hours of Ambient Music to Help You Sleep, Meditate, Do Yoga & Not Panic

What was I saying the other day about synchronicities and how the choice of my posts was not always mine? Well, this time it hasn't been looping in my head for 24 hours, but popped up at precisely the right time through another person apparently suffering from the same ills who shared it on my Tweeter feed. Which just shows that social media do not only have to spread hatred, propaganda and disinformation. A huge thank you therefore goes out to Mark Shaw from Then Jerico whose music was recently featured on this blog. May inner peace be with him and with all those who, like me, struggle hard not to let stress, insomnia and panic attacks get the best of them. May we find strength in our darkest times. We will succeed because we're all well aware that the world won't change for us and that the key is to be found within us.

Ey@el

Back in May, I wrote about the damaging effects stress has on the body, and the scientifically-validated power of yoga and meditation to undo them. Following close behind stress as a chronic contributor to illness is sleeplessness, which the Division of Sleep Medicine at Harvard Medical School links to diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, and shortened life expectancy. Add to all these risks the problems of poor productivity and disorganized thinking, and you’ll begin to see insomnia for the dangerous condition it is.

What to do with that anxious, overworked, overtired self? Well, again, I’d heartily recommend a yoga or meditation practice. Power naps throughout the day can boost your endurance and brainpower as well. But I’d also recommend music — music that calms the body and helps wash away the mental gunk that accumulates throughout the day. Composer Max Richter recently released an eight-hour piece of music intended to lull listeners to sleep and keep them there. His efforts are now joined by electronica superstar Moby, who has spoken frankly about the insomnia that has plagued him since the age of four.

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Green Day

Today as you know it is Saint Patrick's Day in celebration of the foremost patron saint of Ireland. Apart from the religious nature of this festival and its more sinister occult background, we may also regard it as a celebration of Gaia or Mother Nature, our planet who is much more than just a rock but a living entity in her own right. You don't believe me ? Well, let's reconnect to her, listen to her and then you'll know.

What Language Does Mother Earth Speak?

How does our planet, which gives life to all earthly creatures, tell us when we’ve gone too far, when we’ve cut down too many forests or over-polluted the soil and sea? In what ways does she make appeals to the human race for compassionate reciprocity for breathing life into the stardust that animates us?

We know she is capable of doom and destruction, and that when she speaks up the earth shakes and trembles and entire cities fall. When she cries out her tears create centennial floods and blizzards that shock, surprise and humble us. When she moans in pain of being tortured, her anguish is felt in droughts, famine and pestilence, and thousands of her children die and fade to dust. When she smiles, we reap abundance in harvest and we thrive in good health of mind and spirit.

She speaks to us in these familiar tongues, using the language of blessing and destruction, yet our human minds have gone so far down the road of disconnection that we know longer hear her or heed her voice. We’ve advanced so far in the direction of materialism that we no longer acknowledge her communication as an intelligence, and we’ve grown so arrogant and pompous in our endeavors that we discredit her say, instead always moving to subjugate her interests or insulate ourselves from her wrath. Foolishness of the highest order. (Source)

And by the way, have a happy equinox (in three days' time) and many happy returns to all Patricks and Patricias!

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Hail to the Artist

In the deepest ocean,
The bottom of the sea,
Your eyes —
They turn me.

"Weird Fishes (Arpeggi)", Radiohead (2007)

Last summer in the Polaroid Android series, I had introduced you to my my artistic crush for Chester Calayag, a young Filipino painter I met on W.A.S.T.E., Radiohead's official network. A tortured artist, yet he had a special way of making you look at the bright side of things through his off-beat humour and good spirit. Ultimately, it appears it was all but a front to conceal the deep-rooted ill-being that consumed him and that his art proved unable to fully exorcise.

Sadly, Chester decided to leave us on January 11.

Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is
The moon upon a stick.
I dance around a pit,
The darkness is beneath.

- "Lotus Flower", Radiohead (2011)

I was greatly shocked to hear the news all the more since I had exchanged messages with him only a couple of days prior to this tragic event and he was delighted to have been included in a private group I had created on Twitter to celebrate the New Year.

It's nice to read articles like this, and knowing that once in his life he experienced to be acknowledged” wrote Jhen Calayag, Chester's elder brother who broke the tragical news to me.

Thank you for your time and the appreciation you showed to Chester. I'm so grateful to all the people who appreciate my brother especially when he was still alive. Please, keep on praying for his soul.”

Oh my god, I had not realised how much it had meant to him. I was genuinely moved when he surprised me with an oil portrait he made based on my profile picture stamped with “Gut Feeling”, which happens to be my dominant trait for those who know me well.

In Rainbows

As explained previously, Chester was a big fan of Radiohead. “He had a tattoo of Radiohead on his left arm, and before he died he made a doll of himself with a cassette tape of Radiohead [of Pablo Honey, their first album] as his head holding a guitar” Jhen remembers, obviously touched that I informed the Radiohead community of his tragic loss and posted some of Chester's paintings where they got featured in due place.

On W.A.S.T.E., Jo does recall first seeing Chester's comments “that were often accompanied with a "heh heh" and a :) or similar”.

I'm moving out of orbit
Turning in somersaults:
A giant turtle's eyes,
Jellyfish swim by...

- "Bloom", Radiohead (2011)

My initial thought was ‘what's so amusing? This guy's a bit weird!’. Then, bit by bit, I began to realise that he wasn't a weird guy at all. He had a marvellous, sometimes irreverent sense of humour, was sensitive and creative. His ‘Hi, how are you?’ posts were genuine. I got the feeling that he sincerely wanted to know how we were. In hindsight, maybe he was reaching out and needed to say show he was (but wasn't able to say, by what I can make out).

Chester's creative posts, showing his work were always  like receiving a present. Like his character, they portrayed the unique, the beautiful, the sorrow, hurt and also humour in his and in our lives. He was so very talented and generous in his art. I particularly remember those long limbed figures (Radiohead, I think?) that were genial!

So, it's a shame I wasn't in contact with Chester for very long. He left a mark, definitely. It's such a tragic loss to his family, friends and fellow W.A.S.T.E. members that he felt unable to carry on. He will be missed, sorely missed. The world needs more Chesters, though of course he was a one-off! Bye, Chester and thank you.

In Limbo

I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me,
A moon full of stars and astral cars —
All the things I used to see.
All my lovers were there with me —
All my pasts and futures.
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat,
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.

-"Pyramid Song", Radiohead (2001)

According to his family, Chester was apparently suffering from the same ill as Thom Yorke in his younger years: depression. And that's probably because some of his lyrics mirrored his own feelings so well that he worshipped Radiohead's music.

We thought he was suffering from depression, but he always answered he was fine” Jhen Calayag explains. “Really depression has no face. Although we saw sadness in his eyes, that sometimes he would choose to sleep more and keep quiet, he still managed to smile and have fun with us and with his friends. He really appreciated little things especially lately before he went.

In pitch dark,
I go walking in your landscape.
Broken branches
Trip me as I speak.
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s there...

- "There There", Radiohead (2003)

But only God knows what was really in his heart and mind. We are still clueless about the real reason why he took his own life. It's so shocking that his journey in this world ended in his own hands. Maybe he really wanted to free himself from the heartache and pain some people caused him. Everyday it feels like it's getting harder and harder to accept that he's gone. He had a lot of plans.

He was a good person, friend, son and brother. I don't remember if there were times when we had a fight or argument about something.  He respected me as his older brother. I know that whenever I did something he didn't like, he was still there to support me. I still have a lot of things I'd like to say about him.

I didn't really talk with Chester very much” B apologises. “I did recognize him as a beautiful soul, so I 'friended' him. It's a tragedy that he left too early and by his own hand... he must have suffered deeply. He'll be missed. I hope he's flying free and happy now, in perfect peace.”

There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I'll set you free...

- "Lotus Flower", Radiohead (2011)

I pray he finds the peace that he was searching for” writes Jean Dotson. ”I pray his family and friends find comfort in his passing. I have to believe, he has gone on to a better life. yes, he was so gifted, so expressive, so wonderful to have him in this life, if for only a brief time. the demon of depression can no longer haunt him.  Blessings and Peace!

As a man and a fellow human being, I just wish more could be done to stop this happening again. So many good, talented and often too young people who are no longer with us. My sincerest thoughts are with the family of Chester. May he find the peace in the world he now inhabits that he sought on earth” concludes Ian The Trickster

Last Flowers

I, for one, would like him to be remembered for his bright side even though his dark side took him over, because that is what every human being should choose to nurture within. We are both light and darkness, but as gardeners of our inner sanctuaries, it is our utmost duty to ensure a good balance of whatever grows in it.

Even though it's certainly the hardest thing in the world in our egotistic societies ruled by psychopaths who ridicule emotional distress and make hypersensitivity look like a flaw. Strength lies not in feeling nothing but in no longer exhausting your energy in responding. Sadly, I do not have (yet) any perfect method to offer. I'll let you know when that happens (and for free). Do not remain confined in your own private hells pretending everything is okay. Weed out.

Painting is another way to give life. 

- Chester Calayag

Many thanks to Jhen Calayag and everyone who took the time to share their feelings.

And most of all, a huge thank you to Chester for crossing and illuminating our paths down below with his art, just like a comet crossing our horizon way too fast.

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Standards

This is not what I had in mind to post, however as you know it (or do not), the topic of my publications is not always mine to choose. Nobody compels me, but I often get loads of signs and intrusive thoughts coming to me not compulsively but in a kind recurring way that I cannot ignore. Having acknowledged this higher wisdom and long since learned how to let it guide me, there is usually no need to put much emphasis, yet I've been hearing this song (much inspired by The Who) playing over and over in my head all of the night and still in the morning when I got up — a track I had not listened to for at least thirty years. It fits so well with what is happening in our world right now that you would think it's just been written yesterday whereas it dates back to even before some of our current  “oppressors” in France were actually born. So does 1984 — to which a reference is made twice (“ignorance is strength” and “you know what happened to Winston”) — and yet we're nearly there.

Masses never rise up on their own. They never rebel just because they are being oppressed. As long as they have nothing to compare with, they never realise they are being oppressed. In short, a hierarchical society could only exist on the basis of poverty and ignorance. (Source)

Ey@el

Oh we make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them, you must be a fool.
We have the power to control the whole land,
You never must question our motives or plans.

We'll outlaw your voices, do anything we want,
We've nothing to fear from the nation.
We'll kick you out your houses if you get too much,
If we have to, we'll destroy your generation.
We've built up a frontage and we've gained respect,
There's no one to endanger our position.

Standards rule OK!
Standards rule OK!
Standards rule OK!
Standards rule OK!

And we don't like people who stand in our way.
Awareness is gonna be redundant
And ignorance is strength, we have God on our side.
Look, you know what happened to Winston.

Oh we make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them, you must be a fool.
We have the power to control the whole land,
You never must question our motives or plans.

Standards rule OK!
Standards rule OK!
Standards rule OK!
Standards rule OK!

Original text by PAUL WELLER

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