SACRED SIGNS
We do not know. But they know.
The stones know. Even trees
Know.
And they remember.
They remember who named the mountains
And rivers,
Who constructed the former
Cities.
Who gave the names
To the immemorial countries—
Words unknown to us—
They are filled with meaning!
Everything is filled with achievements.
Everywhere
Heroes passed. “To know” —
Is a sweet word. “To remember” —
Is a terrible word. To know and
To remember, to remember and to know
Means—to have faith.Airships were flying.
Came pouring a liquid fire. Came flashing
The spark of life and death.
By the might of spirit stony masses
Ascended.
A wondrous blade was forged.
Scriptures guarded wise secrets.
And again all is revealed.
All new.
Fairy tale—legend—
Have become life. And we live again.
And again we shall change.
And again
We shall touch the earth.
The great “Today” shall be dimmed
Tomorrow.
But Sacred Signs
Will appear. Then
When needed.
They will be unperceived. Who knows?
But they will create
Life. And where are
The Sacred Signs?-Nicholas Roerich, from Flame in Chalice (1929)
Today is the seventh anniversary of the 9/11 megaritual (so named by the marvelous Jake Kotze, a familiarity with whose oeuvre is suggested for this post) and the fifth anniversary of James C. Stephens’ interview with Victor and Victoria Trimondi (who wrote of Roerich’s pyromaniacal poesy in Part II Chapter 11 of The Shadow of the Dalai Lama) . Today is also Parsva Parivartini (or “changing sides”) Ekadasi, already an auspicious day for a puja to that mace-wielding maestro of controlled demolition, Lord Ganesha.
Cleveland’s Little Italy (where I spent many delightful pre-9/11evenings while attending Case Western Reserve)-born, West Aliquippa-raised Henry Mancini composed the classic “Baby Elephant Walk.” In this clip, we see mousy monarch, Paperclip Nazi/MM-initialed US pres (for more MM/2K/K2/11:11 stuff check The Blob and your own experiences), nymphet-seducing scenarist, dissociated Illuminati puppet pres-to-be, 007 impersonator, grand guy, King of Hearts, March Hare, general Alice-lover, and optimist of Nine Elms Peter Sellers preside over an impromptu puja/freakout for the finale of 1968′s Mancini-scored The Party.
About today’s Ekadasi, Hindu-blog.com says,
This Ekadasi happens during the Dakshinayana Punyakalam (night time of Gods). There is a popular belief that Lord Vishnu who takes rest during this period changes his position of sleep – turns from left side to right side.
In “The Spirit of Terrorism” Baudrillard reminds us that we are, like Vishnu, dreamers of our world.
That we have dreamed of this event, that everybody without exception has dreamt of it, because everybody must dream of the destruction of any power hegemonic to that degree, – this is unacceptable for Western moral conscience, but it is still a fact, and one which is justly measured by the pathetic violence of all those discourses which attempt to erase it.
No one’s trying to erase it around here, Baudrillard, but it’s nothing to get hung up about either! Sure, each of us is complicit in the dreaming of 9/11, the unfolding megaritual, and everything else that happens. In The Gods of Mars, Edgar Rice Burroughs writes, “The one on whom all responsibility rests is apt to endure the most.” If we accept responsibility for dreaming the dystopian elements of our times, demolish our guilt and identify the disinfo projected by the Powers that Be (including/included by our own terrified egos), the megaritual can become a vehicle for personal and global transformation. Whether 9/11 is mindwar along the Orwellian lines of the Room 101 rat cage, or a version of the mousy mount Ganesha zips around on (more on which later) depends which side of the bed you and/or Vishnu woke up and/or kept sleeping on.
Fortunately, science has developed methods for discerning which is which.
First, is this girl’s silhouette spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise?
Does the checkerboard floor of contrasting and complementary 9/11 narratives, fiercely tiled by perps, performers, pundits and researchers over the past seven years, more resemble this
or this
?
Have you forgotten
or do you remember the time
?
Can you find Ganesha, the twin Pillars, Waldo? What’s the Earth resting on there in the middle?
If you answered/did not answer any of these questions, congratulations.
Here’s a gold star. 
My overall understanding of Western esotericism (or 9/11 or Hinduism for that matter) wouldn’t withstand the impact of a paper airplane, but each new piece that falls into place astonishes me. Regardie’s “First Knowledge Lecture” from The Golden Dawn features a mini-lecture on the Pillars. Here’s the first paragraph.
In the explanation of the Symbols of the Grade of Neophyte, your attention has been directed to the general mystical meaning of the Two pillars called in the Ritual the “Pillars of Hermes” of “Seth” and of “Solomon.” In the 9th chapter of the Ritual of the Dead they are referred to as the “Pillars of Shu,” the “Pillars of the Gods of Dawning Light,” and also as “the North and Southern Columns of the Gate of the Hall of Truth.” In the 125th Chapter, they are represented by the sacred gateway, the door to which the aspirant is brought when he has completed the negative confession. The archaic pictures on the one Pillar are painted in black upon a white ground, and those on the other in white upon a black ground, in order to express the interchange and reconciliation of opposing forces and the eternal balance of light and darkness which gives force to visible nature.
The Pillars, or towers, are of Hermes (whose name comes from herma, sacred stone pillars used for marking boundaries), Olympian god of commerce, skulduggery and double helices, who resonates strongly with Ganesha (also called Pillaiyar in Tamil). Just look what happens when a stargate opens between the twin Pillars in this simple animation of Ganesha’s origins!
Other Ganesha resonators include Thoth, Mercury (which rules Gemini), Papa Legba, Ianus/Janus, and pop culture deities the Flash (a key point of interest to analysts of tower impact footage), Sonic the Hedgehog (whose Enkidu-buddy twirls twin tails to hover and who warps back to Ancient Mobegypt to help forebear Masonic in this episode from the animated series) and Donald Duck (see Jake Kotze’s “Comic Book Cycle“). On 9/11, the Eastern Orthodox tradition commemorates the death of John the Baptist, another sacred messenger figure who, like Ganesha, was decapitated. 9/11 is also the birthday of homophobic reggae star Elephant Man and the Feast of Neyrouz, first day of the year in the Coptic calendar. Go figure!
One of the finest SF novels I read this year, Iain M. Banks’ Consider Phlebas (1987) had a nice mirror-world 9/11 stargate bit I’ve been saving for a special occasion, which warps us back to Egypt in the pirate (eyepatch, missing eye, Horus, Horza) spaceship Clear Air Turbulence. Here it is:
Two towers, hanging under the Orbital like upside-down skyscrapers, between which Horza was aiming the CAT, suddenly blossomed with light, scattering wreckage. Horza cringed in his seat as he corkscrewed the ship into the space between the two clouds of debris.
- from Chapter Eight, “The Ends of Invention”
Behind the Winter mausoleum in the Allegheny Cemetery this afternoon, I watched two yellow butterflies and partook of yet another SF novel, Mars Crossing by Geoffrey A. Landis.
Not Dan Winter (fortunately) but manganese magnate Emil Winter (or E.W., according to Wikipedia the IATA Code for Eurowings airline and short for extinct in the wild, electronic warfare, and energy weapon, like those likely used on 9/11), was herein interred. This fashionable cuboid features two sets of twins (Pillars and perky sphinxes), blue lilies out the wazoo, the winged solar orb emanating twin snakes (which, with a bit of imagination, could be viewed as tusks) and this insane bronze gate.
Keister, a photographer of historic architecture, says,
The Winter mausoleum, built in 1930, appears to be an exact duplicate of the Woolworth mausoleum at Woodlawn Cemetery in The Bronx, which was built in 1920. Architect John Russell Pope designed the Woolworth mausoleum. Judging from the similarity between the two mausolea, Pope appears to have been involved with or at least consulted on the Winter mausoleum. With their clean lines and more stylized ornaments, both mausolea are a departure from older forms of Egyptian Revival architecture. The quite buxom sphinxes are derived from Greek architecture, where sphinxes were always female, but other details, such as the vulture wings, cobras and sun are all taken from ancient Egyptian architecture. Emil Winter (1857-1935), was president of the Workingmen’s Savings Bank and Trust Company in Pittsburgh and was head of a number of metal production companies. He had a large overseas plant in Austria, for processing manganese ore. He was one the founders of the Pittsburgh Steel Company.
Wikipedia tells us that,
The Egyptians and Romans used manganese compounds in glass-making, to either remove color from glass or add color to it. Manganese can be found in the iron ores used by the Spartans. Some speculate that the exceptional hardness of Spartan steels derives from the inadvertent production of an iron-manganese alloy.
Here’s the Winter mausoleum’s twin, the Woolworth mausoleum in the Bronx.
About F.W. Woolworth, Keister says that,
Woolworth’s adventurous architectural tastes were not limited to his eternal home. He also built an architectural gem of a of a building to house his corporate offices in lower Manhattan. He and his architect had a sense of style and humor. Gargoyles incorporated into the decorative elements of the interior are cast with faces of individuals who were instrumental in the building’s construction.
Jake Kotze examines the gargoyle angle in “Midnight On The Island Of Atum” and Orbwar’s page of 9/11 antics at the Woolworth Building gives us this photo, which also has the Bell sigil, perfect for a Ganesha puja or Kecksburg incident.
So anyway, I was chilling behind the mausoleum reading a chapter in Mars Crossing, transcribed below, called “The Twins”.
Brandon Weber was nine years old before he discovered that he had an identical twin brother who was three years older than he was.
His parents, back when they had been married, had been unable to have children. In the early 2000s, this had been no big challenge. The fertility specialists they visited had advised in-vitro fertilization; their medical insurance paid the bill. An egg was harvested from his mother, Allison. A sample of sperm had been gathered from his father, examined under a microscope, and a single healthy spermatozoan was selected. By micro-manipulation, the sperm cell was injected through the outer cellular wall of the egg to fertilize it.
And then the technician watched. It took the technician three times to get one to successfully fertilize. When the ovum divided, and divided again, it was clear that the fertilization had succeeded. The four cells had been carefully separated, and each one allowed to divide to the blastocyst stage. One of these was sacrificed to microdissection, to verify that the chromosomes held no abnormalities. No Down’s syndrom chromosomes, no cystic fibrosis, no less-than-perfect babies would be good enough for Ted and Allison Whitman.
One egg had been implanted back into Allison Whitman’s uterus.
And the two others had been perfused and frozen, to serve as backups. If Allison Whitman failed to become pregnant on the first egg, there would be two more tries. As it happened, the backups were unnecessary; Allison got pregnant on the first try.
Ted Whitman, as it turned out, also had a backup plan: He had told his girlfriend Frissa that he had had a vasectomy and that “precautions” would be unnecessary. Now Frissa, too, was pregnant.
In the divorce settlement, Ted held out for custody of the newborn, and in order to get it, he ended up paying off Allison with a good chunk of his accumulated wealth. He had been getting tired of her anyway, and he didn’t really need the money. He named the kid Trevor, close enough to his own name of Ted to satisfy his vanity, and got a court order canceling all of Allison’s visitation privileges. The last thing that he wanted was some ex hanging around with a claim on his child.
Allison moved back to western Colorado, where her family was from, and took back her maiden name. Unlike Ted – who went through two more wives before eventually giving up on marriage – she never remarried. Once was enough for her. Between the divorce settlement and her job as a private tutor in American history on the Internet, she was pretty well off. But it did occur to her, after a few years on her own, that she would like her own child. An inquiry to the fertility clinic revealed that the remaining fertilized eggs were still there, still waiting in the freezer, and by the peculiarities of Arizona law, were legally her property.
The result was Brandon Weber.
When Ted Whitman died, of a coronary at age fifty-two, his family – a mother and two unmarried sisters – asked to keep custody of Trevor. With Ted’s inability to hold onto a wife, they had been doing most of the raising of Trevor anyway. In due course, a lawyer visited Allison to ask whether she was planning to sue for her rights. It was then that nine-year-old Brandon unexpectedly discovered that he had an older twin brother. The news to Ted Whitman’s family that Ted had a second son, one that they had never heard of, proved to be equally unexpected.
In the novel, Brandon impersonates his twin brother to get a slot on the third Mars mission. In this Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog episode aired on 9/10/1993, Dr. Robotnik coerces a lab rat to wreak havoc piloting Sonic’s robotic doppelgänger.
Wikipedia says this about Ganesha’s whiskered whip:
The mouse is interpreted in several ways. According to Grimes, “Many, if not most of those who interpret Gaṇapati‘s mouse, do so negatively; it symbolizes tamoguṇa as well as desire”.[79] Along these lines, Michael Wilcockson says it symbolizes those who wish to overcome desires and be less selfish.[80] Krishan notes that the rat is destructive and a menace to crops. The Sanskrit word mūṣaka (mouse) is derived from the root mūṣ (stealing, robbing). It was essential to subdue the rat as a destructive pest, a type of vighna (impediment) that needed to be overcome. According to this theory, showing Ganesha as master of the rat demonstrates his function as Vigneshvara (Lord of Obstacles) and gives evidence of his possible role as a folk grāmata-devatā (village deity) who later rose to greater prominence.[81] Martin-Dubost notes a view that the rat is a symbol suggesting that Ganesha, like the rat, penetrates even the most secret places.[82]
In the final chapter of C.S. Lewis’ Prince Caspian (the recent adaptation of which I have yet to investigate) Aslan fashions a stargate for the egress of the Telmarines and Pevensie kids from Narnia. Initially, all are disturbed by the prospect save the honor-obsessed mouse Reepicheep, who bravely volunteers himself and a select number of comrades to pass through into an unknown world.
Instantly Reepicheep stood forward and bowed. “If my example can be of any service, Aslan,” he said, “I will take eleven mice through that arch at your bidding without a moment’s delay.”
“Nay, little one,” said Aslan, laying his velvety paw ever so lightly on Reepicheep’s head. “They would do dreadful things to you in that world. They would show you at fairs. It is others who must lead.”
The planetary schema of the Narnia books leads us back to Mars and to Pennsylvania, as Michael Ward’s essay explains.
Prince Caspian is the Mars book. In brief, there are two main reasons why this is so.
The first reason has to do with the fact that Mars is associated with war. The four Pevensie children find that they have arrived in Narnia ‘in the middle of a war,’ ‘a real war to drive Miraz out of Narnia’ and restore the kingdom to Caspian. Glenstorm, the centaur, informs Caspian that the planets foretell success. Nerved for the fight, Caspian begins to think it ‘possible that they might win a war and quite certain that they must wage one,’ so he convenes a ‘Council of War.’ The Council authorizes action and Caspian leads the skirmishing forces as they engage the usurper’s army. Peter challenges Miraz to ‘monomachy’, after which ‘full battle’ is joined.
The combatants in this final battle include the Narnian trees, and this is the second main reason why Prince Caspian is a Martial story. Mars was not always and only a god of war (Mars Gradivus); he was originally a vegetation deity, associated with trees and forests. He was known in this capacity as Mars Silvanus, which is why Lewis puts ‘Silvans’ into his cast in this story (they never again appear in other Narnia books). The month of March, when the trees come back to life after winter, is named for Mars (the only month named after one of the seven planets), and it is worth noting that the only Narnian month ever named in the Chronicles is ‘Greenroof’, during which all the events of Prince Caspian take place.
In this scene from The Mouse that Roared (1959) puja party-crasher Peter Sellers contrives with his ducal double in drag to declare war on the US, then preemptively toasts his nation’s profitable defeat.
Toastmasters International (which I first heard tell of in Asimov’s awesome autobiography, I, Asimov) founder Ralph C. Smedley died on 9/11/65, calling to mind Marine Major General Smedley Butler, one of only 19 people to boast twin Medals of Honor (the Venusian five-pointed star of which points downward, an inversion, Eliphas Levi wrote in his 1855 tome Transcendental Magic, its Doctrine and Ritual, representing “intellectual subversion, disorder or madness.” For a more balanced look at this symbol, check here. Now ask yourself why the US military chose it.) Like a mirror-world version of Oliver North, who spoke here in Pittsburgh recently, Butler followed up his stellar military career with a stint as best-selling author and pundit, exposing the international banking syndicate, Wall Street manipulators and military-industrial complex of his day. Here’s an excerpt from his 1935 classic “War Is a Racket” in which he wryly comments on the groundwork then being laid for the 9/11-like catastrophe he never lived to see, the attack on Pearl Harbor:
“The Japanese, a proud people, of course will be pleased beyond expression to see the United States fleet so close to Nippon’s shores. Even as pleased as would be the residents of California were they to dimly discern through the morning mist, the Japanese fleet playing at war games off Los Angeles.”
At 111 South Grand (as in Guy Grand, portrayed by Peter Sellers in The Magic Christian) Avenue in LA is the Walt Disney Concert Hall, a jaunt southeast from which lies the flagship of Disney’s occult theme park network, Disneyland.
The new Iron Man movie has a scene in which conscience-stricken weapons designer Tony Stark (for a meatspace echo, check Milton Raymond and his March, 2000 approach to “Resolving Irreconcilable Conflicts“) talks exoskeleton upgrades with his AI buddy, then learns of a public function bearing his name to which he’s not been invited.
STARK:Use the gold titanium alloy from the Seraphim tactical satellite. That should ensure a fuselage integrity while maintaining power-to-weight ratio. Got it?
AI: Yes. Shall I render using proposed specifications?
STARK: Thrill me.
TV VOICE-OVER: Today’s red hot red carpet is right here at the Disney Concert Hall, where Tony Stark’s third annual benefit for the Firefighter’s Family Fund has become the place to be for L.A.’s high society.
Hence, here’s a video treat from Vedic Mouse and Thoth Duck posing as firefighters (among the genuine heroes of 9/11), and one last (I couldn’t resist) from a mirror-world Islamic Mickey, then we’ll wrap things up.
That should do it. But where to go from here? Will we let the 9/11 mouse ride us into a dystopian cul-de-sac, or ride it into the most far-out future we can imagine?
Forgiveness is key to exploring this weirdness without feeling doomed or overwhelmed; but to forgive fully one must include even the 9/11 perps, who planned their megaritual with the worst intentions in the world, even the bigot lobbyists, Big Pharma board members and sleazeball legislators behind PA’s smoking ban (which also was initiated on this day of days), even Obama, McCain, Hillary, Arnie and the Whole Sick Crew slurping up all the grief and fear and misplaced hope they can before the close of memorial ceremonies.
May we forgive them like the dickens, but, like Ganesha, never forget. May our best intentions bring harmonious dreams to life, and may those who dream of world control awake from their tossing and turning. For a long time I viewed 9/11 as a cursed event, one that spawned a plague of war and wretchedness, which is a valid truth. Hermes Trismegistus’ “As above, so below” is another. May we who wish an end to war first end the war in our hearts.
9/11 was, is, and will again be the present.
Thanks, and thanks in advance.
Sharanam Ganesha.
We walk
A long time. Keenly we look.
Many people pass us by.
Verily, it seems to us, they
Know the command: to find
The Sacred Signs. Darkness falls.
It is difficult to discern
The way. Indistinguishable the paths.
Where can they be-
The Sacred Signs? . . Today, it may be
We shall not find them.
But tomorrow will be
Light. I know
We shall
See them.- Nicholas Roerich, “We Shall See” from Flame in Chalice (1929)
UPDATE, 11-17-09
Read this in F. Paul Wilson’s Repairman Jack novel Ground Zero:
“Different interpretations of the same thing.”
“Right. What if the End Times crowd and the UFO folks and the NWO believers, instead of being crazy or deranged or deluded, are blessed or cursed with some sort of sixth sense, some unique form of intuition that allows them to sense the manipulations?”
He remembered a conversation with a strange guy named Canfield at the SESOUP conference.
Jack said, “I have it on good authority that they’re called ‘sensitives.’ Their nervous systems are more attuned to the Otherness than most. They sense the Otherness out there but they don’t know what to make of it. Some go schiz because of the ‘voices’ they’re hearing, and others see conspiracies everywhere or come up with elaborate theories.”
Weezy nodded. “So they’re like the blind men with the elephant. They get to touch only a small area of the beast, and each comes away with a different idea of what it is. In a way, they’re all wrong, but not completely.”
“Right. The New World Order, the gray aliens, the Bible, the Kabbalah, they’re all attempts to explain what people sense going on.”
“All different blind men reporting their interpretation of the elephant.”
Jack shook his head. “Yeah, but what about us? Look at what we believe. It’s far more out there than any of the others. What if we’re crazy?”
“Then it’s a shared delusion – and a doozy. Because it explains everything.”
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