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Post by B on Dec 2, 2008 16:59:00 GMT -5
Reading your remarks, P(D)enny, I think you make one thing implicitly clear: "the powers" don't operate from within the matrix. (Maybe we're amazed!) Their surrogates within the maze do, but "they" are so hard to see. Of course there's no clear delineation between where the part of the powers that manifests in the maze as surrogates begins, and where "the rest of them" are. But that very likely can be said of you, me and Pooneil. Oh look! Foot prints: You & me we keep walkin' around & we see All the bulsht around us You try & keep your mind on what's going down Can't help but see the rhinoceros around us & you wonder what you can do & you do what you can To get bald & hi & you know I'm still goin' need you around You say it's healing but nobody's feeling it Somebody's dealing - somebody's stealing it You say you don't see & you don't You say you won't know & you won't let it come Everything someday will be gone except silence Earth will be quiet again Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence Left as the memory of men There will be no survivor my friend Suddenly everyone will look surprised Stars spinning wheels in the skies Sun is scrambled in their eyes While the moon circles like a vulture Someone stood at a window & cried 'One tear I thought that should stop a war But someone is killing me' & that's the last hour to think anymore Jelly & juice & bubbles - bubbles on the floor Castles on cliffs vanish Cliffs like heaps of rubbish Seen from the stars hour by hour As splintered scraps & black powder From here to heaven is a scar Dead center - deep as death All the idiots have left Epitaph The cows are almost cooing Turtle doves are mooing Which is why a poo is pooing In the sun Sun Jefferson Airplane - The House At Pooneil Cornerswww.youtube.com/watch?v=9s_oAV9LtJE
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Post by jarvitronics on Dec 2, 2008 17:09:08 GMT -5
<snip> The Powers aren't stupid people, and speak symbolism fluently themselves. It isn't as if they are blind to the messages. This, along with much of the rosicrucian/oto/british crown/etc. symbolism that is used, I can only conclude that this message comes from a larger group than just the Fab Four. Do you trust those kinds of people to manipulate your subconscious? Even if they believe it is for your best interests? Trust may not have much to do with it. I was heavily influenced by "The Media" before I was mentally mature enough to think about it. The Beatles were the soundtrack to my childhood. There was no escaping them. "Here there and everywhere" is exactly what The Beatles were in the sixties. It is conceivable that the entire Beatles story was contrived, start to finish. Perhaps the story has not yet reached its conclusion. -j
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Post by puzzled on Dec 2, 2008 17:26:50 GMT -5
Granted. I await and look forward to further unfoldment.
My mind being what it is, I enjoy figuring out the puzzle regardless. ;D
I've really enjoyed reading here, and appreciate the opportunity to go so far-afield with the connections. Thanks management!
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Post by puzzled on Dec 3, 2008 1:20:17 GMT -5
It would appear that this group of musicians from the 60's and 70's is more inbred and connected than I had gathered thus far. This author claims that all these musicians and actors from Laurel Canyon were offspring of high ranking Military officers, and were given contracts and promoted for that exact reason. This is a very long article, so I am only copying a portion to pique your interests: Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world in those early months of 1965, a new ‘scene’ is just beginning to take shape in the city of Los Angeles. In a geographically and socially isolated community known as Laurel Canyon – a heavily wooded, rustic, serene, yet vaguely ominous slice of LA nestled in the hills that separate the Los Angeles basin from the San Fernando Valley – musicians, singers and songwriters suddenly begin to gather as though summoned there by some unseen Pied Piper. Within months, the ‘hippie/flower child’ movement will be given birth there, along with the new style of music that will provide the soundtrack for the tumultuous second half of the 1960s. An uncanny number of rock music superstars will emerge from Laurel Canyon beginning in the mid-1960s and carrying through the decade of the 1970s. The first to drop an album will be The Byrds, whose biggest star will prove to be David Crosby. The band’s debut effort, “Mr. Tambourine Man,” will be released on the Summer Solstice of 1965. It will quickly be followed by releases from the John Phillips-led Mamas and the Papas (“If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears,” January 1966), Love with Arthur Lee (“Love,” May 1966), Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention (“Freak Out,” June 1966), Buffalo Springfield, featuring Stephen Stills and Neil Young (“Buffalo Springfield,” October 1966), and The Doors (“The Doors,” January 1967). One of the earliest on the Laurel Canyon/Sunset Strip scene is Jim Morrison, the enigmatic lead singer of The Doors. Jim will quickly become one of the most iconic, controversial, critically acclaimed, and influential figures to take up residence in Laurel Canyon. Curiously enough though, the self-proclaimed “Lizard King” has another claim to fame as well, albeit one that none of his numerous chroniclers will feel is of much relevance to his career and possible untimely death: he is the son, as it turns out, of the aforementioned Admiral George Stephen Morrison. And so it is that, even while the father is actively conspiring to fabricate an incident that will be used to massively accelerate an illegal war, the son is positioning himself to become an icon of the ‘hippie’/anti-war crowd. Nothing unusual about that, I suppose. It is, you know, a small world and all that. And it is not as if Jim Morrison’s story is in any way unique. During the early years of its heyday, Laurel Canyon’s father figure is the rather eccentric personality known as Frank Zappa. Though he and his various Mothers of Invention line-ups will never attain the commercial success of the band headed by the admiral’s son, Frank will be a hugely influential figure among his contemporaries. Ensconced in an abode dubbed the ‘Log Cabin’ – which sat right in the heart of Laurel Canyon, at the crossroads of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Lookout Mountain Avenue – Zappa will play host to virtually every musician who passes through the canyon in the mid- to late-1960s. He will also discover and sign numerous acts to his various Laurel Canyon-based record labels. Many of these acts will be rather bizarre and somewhat obscure characters (think Captain Beefheart and Larry “Wild Man” Fischer), but some of them, such as psychedelic rocker cum shock-rocker Alice Cooper, will go on to superstardom. Zappa, along with certain members of his sizable entourage (the ‘Log Cabin’ was run as an early commune, with numerous hangers-on occupying various rooms in the main house and the guest house, as well as in the peculiar caves and tunnels lacing the grounds of the home; far from the quaint homestead the name seems to imply, by the way, the ‘Log Cabin’ was a cavernous five-level home that featured a 2,000+ square-foot living room with three massive chandeliers and an enormous floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace), will also be instrumental in introducing the look and attitude that will define the ‘hippie’ counterculture (although the Zappa crew preferred the label ‘Freak’). Nevertheless, Zappa (born, curiously enough, on the Winter Solstice of 1940) never really made a secret of the fact that he had nothing but contempt for the ‘hippie’ culture that he helped create and that he surrounded himself with. www.davesweb.cnchost.com/nwsltr93.htmlYou can go to the main index here: www.davesweb.cnchost.com/index.htmlThere are stories of many earlier musicians and bands included. Here we will, as you have no doubt already ascertained, take a decidedly different approach. The question that we will be tackling is a more deeply troubling one: “what if the musicians themselves (and various other leaders and founders of the ‘movement’) were every bit as much a part of the intelligence community as the people who were supposedly harassing them?” What if, in other words, the entire youth culture of the 1960s was created not as a grass-roots challenge to the status quo, but as a cynical exercise in discrediting and marginalizing the budding anti-war movement and creating a fake opposition that could be easily controlled and led astray? And what if the harassment these folks were subjected to was largely a stage-managed show designed to give the leaders of the counterculture some much-needed ‘street cred’? What if, in reality, they were pretty much all playing on the same team?
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Dec 3, 2008 8:50:25 GMT -5
[quote author=puzzled board=Clues thread=5220 post=67424
Here we will, as you have no doubt already ascertained, take a decidedly different approach. The question that we will be tackling is a more deeply troubling one: “what if the musicians themselves (and various other leaders and founders of the ‘movement’) were every bit as much a part of the intelligence community as the people who were supposedly harassing them?” What if, in other words, the entire youth culture of the 1960s was created not as a grass-roots challenge to the status quo, but as a cynical exercise in discrediting and marginalizing the budding anti-war movement and creating a fake opposition that could be easily controlled and led astray? And what if the harassment these folks were subjected to was largely a stage-managed show designed to give the leaders of the counterculture some much-needed ‘street cred’? What if, in reality, they were pretty much all playing on the same team?
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Yes, this is a great series, puzzled.
And yes, the paragraph above rings very true for me.
IMO, the intelligence community has been behind virtually every "movement" of any consequence for at least the past 60 years, and probably much longer.
Maybe THAT'S what Jim meant by "ride the snake".
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 9:10:41 GMT -5
Da blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver where you takin’ us?
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Dec 3, 2008 9:48:19 GMT -5
Da blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver where you takin’ us? You know, when you get past the Oedipal stuff in THE END, it really does speak to the main thesis of the Laurel Canyon piece, which is that all of these musicians (Morrison, David Crosby, Stephen Stills, John Phillips, etc), who all came from military/intelligence backgrounds, all inexplicably show up in Laurel Canyon at a approximately the same time, in order to "spontaneously" ignite the anti-war movement.
"This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end Ill never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's handIn a...desperate land Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the kings highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, babyRide the snake, ride the snakeTo the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the bestGet here, and well do the restThe blue bus is callin us The blue bus is callin us Driver, where you taken us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...i want to...fuck you Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin a blue rock On a blue bus Doin a blue rock Cmon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, killThis is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But youll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die" This song was written by a man whose father, Admiral George Stephen Morrison, was in command of the fleet during the Gulf Of Tonkin incident, which was the false flag operation that gave LBJ the excuse he needed to escalate Vietnam."Get here, and we'll do the rest" Indeed.
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 9:52:12 GMT -5
He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall
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Post by B on Dec 3, 2008 10:27:30 GMT -5
I have a request. Please try to be a little bipolar about this. I don't mean bipolar in the usual sense of manic depressive, but you know, the expression about "the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing". Or like, on the dollar bill, where the eagle is carrying both arrows and an olive branch, meaning capable of being warlike or peaceful. I am not a pleasant person when I become warlike. I tend to roar, screem, denounce, and otherwise be totally unpleasant to be with. The shots are not being called on an earthly level, imo. That may sound absurd, but equally absurd is the notion that Jim Morrison met with his dad every night, and they would plan their activities. Jim: Hey dad! How's that war business going? George: Oh, not too bad. They bought that ship being fired on story hook line and sinker! Jim: Great! Well, I need some inspiration for an anti-war song. Got any ideas? George: I always found the unknown soldier an interesting concept. You know: he could be anybody. Jim: Hey! Great idea! The war ends, at least for him, when he gets shot! Yeah! Far out man! Anyone buying that? On the other hand the Montauk base, a military installation, was intimately involved with time travel experiments and the music industry, if Preston Nichols and others' accounts can be trusted. So if someone says "the military was involved", then were they? Yes, apparently. Was Admiral Morrison involved? I doubt it. Would he have even known about the goings on at Montauk? I doubt it. He probably had no "need to know" about it. Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? Don't bother clicking on this video below. The performance sucks, but I posted it just in case it might encourage posters to look a little higher, but then again, why would it? They're just some singers in a rock and roll band. MOODY BLUES - HIGHER AND HIGHER Manchester Apollo 24-09-08[/b] www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z152b25pj00Or just stay in a rut: www.illuminati-news.com/art-and-mc/sold-their-souls.htm
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Dec 3, 2008 10:59:22 GMT -5
I have a request. Please try to be a little bipolar about this. I don't mean bipolar in the usual sense of manic depressive, but you know, the expression about "the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing". Or like, on the dollar bill, where the eagle is carrying both arrows and an olive branch, meaning capable of being warlike or peaceful. I am not a pleasant person when I become warlike. I tend to roar, screem, denounce, and otherwise be totally unpleasant to be with. The shots are not being called on an earthly level, imo. That may sound absurd, but equally absurd is the notion that Jim Morrison met with his dad every night, and they would plan their activities. Jim: Hey dad! How's that war business going? George: Oh, not too bad. They bought that ship being fired on story hook line and sinker! Jim: Great! Well, I need some inspiration for an anti-war song. Got any ideas? George: I always found the unknown soldier an interesting concept. You know: he could be anybody. Jim: Hey! Great idea! The war ends, at least for him, when he gets shot! Yeah! Far out man! Anyone buying that? On the other hand the Montauk base, a military installation, was intimately involved with time travel experiments and the music industry, if Preston Nichols and others' accounts can be trusted. So if someone says "the military was involved", then were they? Yes, apparently. Was Admiral Morrison involved? I doubt it. Would he have even known about the goings on at Montauk? I doubt it. He probably had no "need to know" about it. Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? B, While I wouldn't categorically rule out a father/son conversation like the one you facetiously outlined above, I also wasn't suggesting that such conversations took place. The point of mentioning Admiral Morrison's involvement in the Gulf Of Tonkin incident was to point out that Jim Morrison was raised by a man who was, or at least became, involved in black ops at such a level as to be trusted with the task of faking the country into war. That, coupled with all that I have read about mind-control of children on military bases, lends enough credence to the idea that Jim was serving some hidden hand. So much so, that imaginary father/son conversations like the one you presented above aren't necessary. Throw in Jim's controversial, "did he really die" death, and you've got the makings for a pretty good spy story. Again, all of this WITHOUT the need for a "hey dad, what should I write next?" scenario... Having said all of that, however, there's always the possibility that Jim had a nice, normal upbringing, just happened to meet Ray Manzarek on the beach, formed a band, wrote a few great songs (Krieger wrote most of the great ones, IMO), got fat, grew a beard, moved to France, and then died. All without any direction from the cia within the CIA. It's also possible that none of the above matters at all, and that Jim (along with the rest of us) are, as Neil Peart once said: "A planet of playthings, We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive The stars aren't aligned, Or the gods are malign... Blame is better to give than receive" Is THAT what you were driving at, B, when you said "the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing"?
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 11:16:43 GMT -5
let's assume many of our assumptions are true, pick ten ideas and weave them into a story, or whatever....because, really, this game can entertain us for quite a while....
and let's just say a select group of people share some greater knowledge we profanes will never have the given opportunity to possess. Unless by complete accident. So what? I don't see any evidence of true progress for the benefit of the rest of humanity being employed . So what is this all really worth?
A. This info is being squandered.
or
B. This info is bogus.
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Dec 3, 2008 11:35:35 GMT -5
let's assume many of our assumptions are true, pick ten ideas and weave them into a story, or whatever....because, really, this game can entertain us for quite a while.... and let's just say a select group of people share some greater knowledge we profanes will never have the given opportunity to possess. Unless by complete accident. So what? I don't see any evidence of true progress for the benefit of the rest of humanity being employed . So what is this all really worth? A. This info is being squandered. or B. This info is bogus. iameye said:
"pick ten ideas and weave them into a story, or whatever....because, really, this game can entertain us for quite a while...."Well, that's the rub, isn't it? It's impossible to pick just ten ideas, unless you could somehow know what you don't know (thanks, Donald Rumsfeld), because WAY more than ten of our ideas SEEM to fit. THAT is the point, and it goes back to what I said last night to puzzled: "they've basically created a whole bunch of false trails for us to follow (Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Classical physics, etc), and it's been working out great for them!" For every clue, there are tons of conclusions that SEEM to fit, but as Lennon once said: "Anything fits, if you're tripping off on some trip." Is Paul ....Apollo, or Horus, or Ishtar, or Crowley, or...just Paul? I DO understand what you're saying, iameye (and B), but I'm just not sure how to proceed beyond where we are at this point. It would be great to assemble in a room with a giant whiteboard. We could appoint a leader to run the investigation/conversation, and eliminate paths systematically until we have the "ten ideas" to weave into a story, but even in that scenario, we'd still suffer from not knowing that which we don't know. It's a conundrum, indeed.
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Post by B on Dec 3, 2008 11:42:33 GMT -5
P(D)enny La(i)ne wrote: "credence to the idea that Jim was serving some hidden hand"No doubt about it. (imo) But voluntarily. "A planet of playthings, We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive The stars aren't aligned, Or the gods are malign... Blame is better to give than receive"
Is THAT what you were driving at, B, when you said "the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing"? I think so, though I personally try to refrain from assigning blame, knowing that it rarely pays off. Still, when I'm ready to bang my head on the wall in utter frustration, it does sometimes beckon and tempt me, resulting in posts that I would hope, might in some way goad others into re-inspecting their ideas. I ought to know better though, as "there's nothing you can see that isn't shown", as somebody[/color] used to say. Who was that now...? That's when I'm a bad witch, I suppose. Guess I'd better fess up to Wes Penre. "It would be great to assemble in a room with a giant whiteboard. We could appoint a leader to run the investigation/conversation, and eliminate paths systematically until we have the "ten ideas" to weave into a story, but even in that scenario, we'd still suffer from not knowing that which we don't know."True, but presumably when the ten ideas were the right ones, the picture would appear. Hmmm. That reminds me of another saying: "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." Not always literally, of course. We are assembled in this "room", and there's no need to appoint a leader, because he's already here. He's just so hard to see.
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 11:59:30 GMT -5
let's assume many of our assumptions are true, pick ten ideas and weave them into a story, or whatever....because, really, this game can entertain us for quite a while.... and let's just say a select group of people share some greater knowledge we profanes will never have the given opportunity to possess. Unless by complete accident. So what? I don't see any evidence of true progress for the benefit of the rest of humanity being employed . So what is this all really worth? A. This info is being squandered. or B. This info is bogus. iameye said:
"pick ten ideas and weave them into a story, or whatever....because, really, this game can entertain us for quite a while...."Well, that's the rub, isn't it? It's impossible to pick just ten ideas, unless you could somehow know what you don't know (thanks, Donald Rumsfeld), because WAY more than ten of our ideas SEEM to fit. THAT is the point, and it goes back to what I said last night to puzzled: "they've basically created a whole bunch of false trails for us to follow (Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Classical physics, etc), and it's been working out great for them!" For every clue, there are tons of conclusions that SEEM to fit, but as Lennon once said: "Anything fits, if you're tripping off on some trip." Is Paul ....Apollo, or Horus, or Ishtar, or Crowley, or...just Paul? I DO understand what you're saying, iameye (and B), but I'm just not sure how to proceed beyond where we are at this point. It would be great to assemble in a room with a giant whiteboard. We could appoint a leader to run the investigation/conversation, and eliminate paths systematically until we have the "ten ideas" to weave into a story, but even in that scenario, we'd still suffer from not knowing that which we don't know. It's a conundrum, indeed. Ten was an arbitrary number because it implies both a limited and infinite realm of possibilities. Look at the recent Pepper discoveries. It gives us a new language that we (I) don't fully understand, yet interpretation beckons....because something obviously is "there". Plenty of information but how do we use it? Isn't it there to be used somehow? Isn't that the point, or shouldn't it be?
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Post by B on Dec 3, 2008 12:07:52 GMT -5
"gives us a new language that we (I) don't fully understand"
Seems to be an exercize in right brain stimulation. Or more accurately, whole brain stimulation. Both spheres stimulated, like a figure of 8 -) .
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Post by jarvitronics on Dec 3, 2008 12:12:58 GMT -5
<snip> Plenty of information but how do we use it? Isn't it there to be used somehow? Isn't that the point, or shouldn't it be? Unless the point is to induce madness. -j
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 12:17:18 GMT -5
<snip> Plenty of information but how do we use it? Isn't it there to be used somehow? Isn't that the point, or shouldn't it be? Unless the point is to induce madness. -j
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Post by B on Dec 3, 2008 12:18:59 GMT -5
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Dec 3, 2008 12:19:42 GMT -5
iameye said:
"pick ten ideas and weave them into a story, or whatever....because, really, this game can entertain us for quite a while...."Well, that's the rub, isn't it? It's impossible to pick just ten ideas, unless you could somehow know what you don't know (thanks, Donald Rumsfeld), because WAY more than ten of our ideas SEEM to fit. THAT is the point, and it goes back to what I said last night to puzzled: "they've basically created a whole bunch of false trails for us to follow (Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Classical physics, etc), and it's been working out great for them!" For every clue, there are tons of conclusions that SEEM to fit, but as Lennon once said: "Anything fits, if you're tripping off on some trip." Is Paul ....Apollo, or Horus, or Ishtar, or Crowley, or...just Paul? I DO understand what you're saying, iameye (and B), but I'm just not sure how to proceed beyond where we are at this point. It would be great to assemble in a room with a giant whiteboard. We could appoint a leader to run the investigation/conversation, and eliminate paths systematically until we have the "ten ideas" to weave into a story, but even in that scenario, we'd still suffer from not knowing that which we don't know. It's a conundrum, indeed. Ten was an arbitrary number because it implies both a limited and infinite realm of possibilities. Look at the recent Pepper discoveries. It gives us a new language that we (I) don't fully understand, yet interpretation beckons....because something obviously is "there". Plenty of information but how do we use it? Isn't it there to be used somehow? Isn't that the point, or shouldn't it be? I realize that ten was an arbitrary number, i. And yes - using the information should be the point. One problem though, that keeps me from posting sometimes, is when I have a theory that I feel may disrupt the flow of a thread. So then I end up not posting it, because there isn't an already existing thread, and I tell myself that I'll get to it later, and...... This happened yesterday with Jarv's AWESOME Pepper post, and now I'm going to throw it out there. The 12 yellow spokes emanating from Paul's heart reminds me of the Zodiac wheel, and more specifically, the 12 degree alignment indicates Capricorn's position on the Zodiac. The part that I DIDN'T post though, is that Capricorn begins on 12/22. So, the Capricorn period of 2012, would begin on 12/22/ 12, or the day AFTER the world ends. Is the Pepper Clock pointing to the beginning of the new age? Now, I DIDN'T post that yesterday because I didn't think that it fit the thread, and what I'm suggesting is that we are stymied a bit due to the fact that the mechanics of an internet message board are rather limiting (despite the TREMENDOUSLY AWESOME job that JoJo and the mods do). 1. I think the idea of the Pepper clock pointing to the beginning of the next age is worth some looking into. 2. Maybe we need to put our heads together and come up with a better way to work TOGETHER towards a common goal, as opposed to many disparate left and right hands not being fully aware of what the others are up to.
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 12:39:46 GMT -5
(pd, I wasn't ragging you in any way. ) It just never freaking seems to end, the cornucopia of strange connections involved. The first Mansion of the Moon is called Alvach. It is begun from the starting point of Aries, through the 12th degree, 51st minute and 26th second of that sign. And the wise men of India will begin journeys and give medicines when the Moon is in this Mansion. You also ought to place [the Moon] in this Mansion for all images you intend to fashion that you might travel on the road and be returned home safely. They also account this sign [Mansion] good for the creation of discord and enmity between a man and wife, and for the creation of enmity between two friends. The foundation of all acts for good purposes is an observation, namely to see whether or not the Moon is in a good condition , and is safe from [aspect with] Saturn, Mars and from combustion with the Sun. And do the opposite in all works of evil, namely [set the] Moon in combustion with the Sun, and Saturn and Mars aspecting the Moon (or at least one of them).
The second Mansion is called Alkatayn. It is begun in the 12th degree, 51st minute, 26th second of Aries, and is completed in the 21st degree, 42nd minute and 12th second of the same sign. In this mansion you should fashion images when you wish to pollute rivers and waters , or find hidden treasure, and for the production of much wheat, and by which may be accomplished the destruction of houses before they are complete. And likewise you make images in this [Mansion] for creating anger between one man and another, and also for making strong the prison in which are held captives. There's a mansion on the hill Psychedelic music fills the air Peace and love live there still In that mansion on the hill.
Around the next bend, take the highway to the sun Or the rocky road, it really don't matter which one
Pepper is a captured moment , frozen in TIME, fer sure
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Post by B on Dec 3, 2008 13:02:48 GMT -5
There's a mansion on the hill Psychedelic music fills the air Peace and love live there still In that mansion on the hill.
Around the next bend, take the highway to the sun (remember 'The Shining') Or the rocky road, it really don't matter which oneNeil Young - Mansion On The Hillwww.youtube.com/watch?v=uqa-hdul3X0Coupla cluez in da video fer shur! "Notify the family" (He's dead) But not quite! (Love the Elvis shirt, and I wouldn't overlook the queen driving the hearse.) I want to tell you.... (but I won't! ) "ride the king's highway; the west is the best..."Paul McCartney FIREMAN Highway 2008 New Single (cough cough) Gosh, even Iamaphoney www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2D_tLtbGdg
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Post by jarvitronics on Dec 3, 2008 13:37:49 GMT -5
It just never freaking seems to end, the cornucopia of strange connections involved. Yeah. The question is where does narrative end and coincidence begin? For example: Ringo Rama. Rama is an incarnation of Vishnu, but it is also common meaningless slang. We say things like "surf-o-rama" or "swap-o-rama" to mean that a minor festive event of some type is taking place. And we certainly don't think of a panorama as having anything to do with the Greek god of the pipes or Vishnu. So which category does Ringo Rama belong to, and how does one make that judgment? (I'm good at the questions, not so much with the answers...) -j
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Post by B on Dec 3, 2008 13:56:00 GMT -5
Well how about Ringo Rama then?
I suppose we could always make a William tell overture....
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Post by iameye on Dec 3, 2008 14:05:42 GMT -5
It just never freaking seems to end, the cornucopia of strange connections involved. Yeah. The question is where does narrative end and coincidence begin? For example: Ringo Rama. Rama is an incarnation of Vishnu, but it is also common meaningless slang. We say things like "surf-o-rama" or "swap-o-rama" to mean that a minor festive event of some type is taking place. And we certainly don't think of a panorama as having anything to do with the Greek god of the pipes or Vishnu. So which category does Ringo Rama belong to, and how does one make that judgment? (I'm good at the questions, not so much with the answers...) -j Word Origin o¸rama Transliterated Word / Phonetic Spelling Horama / hor'-am-ah Definition that which is seen, spectacle a sight divinely granted in an ecstasy or in a sleep, a vision ;D
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Post by puzzled on Dec 3, 2008 15:19:24 GMT -5
Back to Jim Morrison for a minute:
I think you may have missed part of the story, which is understandable, because it is a very long article.
But he goes into quite some detail about how Jim Morrison just arrived with all of his songs already written. He had never been a singer, never wrote music, didn't know how to play any instrument, and after that first miraculous batch of songs, never wrote another song again.
This implies that there was no question about what HE should write about, because he never actually wrote anything. Someone else wrote them. The songs came with musical accompaniment, but how exactly did he write music when he can't read music? The authors suggests - did he hum them the tune?
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