Tuesday, December 05, 2017

The Never-Ending Ritual: Putting the Fallen in NFLim

Amazing- it's been nearly three years since Katy Hudson (aka Katy Perry) did her little Mystery Babylon the Great LARP at the Super Bowl. Little did we realize that this wasn't entertainment, it was a statement of intent.  

I hear Justin Timberlake is set to do the Halftime Show this year, having kicked off the Overt Ritual Age of the N-ph-L with the notorious "wardrobe malfunction" (sic) routine with Janet Jackson back in 2004. We'll get to that later.

Since 2015, things have changed for the N-ph-L. Controversy has gripped the league and many fans are boycotting the games over the protests being held during the Pledge of Allegiance. I can see the fans' point- after all, this is a ritual that dates all the way back to 2009. 

Tradition must be respected, right?

Donald Trump has been exploiting fan resentment of the racially-charged protests and seems to be having a jolly old time of it. The people boycotting the games are his base, after all, and they enjoy watching a billionaire to stick it to a bunch of millionaires. Plus, to billionaires, now that Trump is trashing the owners. 

I guess that whole USFL thing still rankles. Let's just hope Vince McMahon is never made President.

And when the gods are against you, they're really against you. The Detroit (Heart of the) Lions' old Stadium failed to get blowed up on the first attempt, requiring a second go. 

Maybe they should have tried jet fuel. I hear that works pretty well.

And the Oakland Raiders move to Las Vegas is leading some wags to call the new domed stadium the worst deal ever for a municipality. 

Can't say I'm surprised; look where they stuck it.


And the "take a knee" protests keep going strong(ish), despite a desperate attempt on the part of the owners to bribe the protesters by putting a cool hundred-mil in the pockets of some of Barack Obama's closest cronies. 

Maybe the players have read Art of the Deal. Or maybe this is just a way of destroying yet another American institution that prizes masculinity and allows men from historically-disadvantaged communities to climb the social ladder. Or maybe this is all part of the Never-Ending Ritual.

It's hard to tell these days, since all three are converging right before your very eyes, like a cloud of cosmic gas and dust congealing into a planet. I think it's 6 of one, 6 of the other and 6 of that one over there. 

Let's do the math.

As longtime readers of my site know, NFL- with its Giants and Titans and Saints and Eagles and Falcons and 49ers-- just happens to match up with the root of Nefilim. Astonishing coincidence, wouldn't you say?

One thing did catch my eye recently though and that's the League logo redesign. I was used to this one, with the 25 stars. And do note that they changed the orientation and look of the football itself. 

Something bugged me about this...

...until I remembered that the orientation of the football matches that of Lyra, home of the Vegas.

I also remembered that the five stitches match the five classical stars of Lyra: Vega, Zeta Lyrae, Delta Lyrae, Shelial and Sulafat. So what's up with the eight stars then?

It's not an eight- it's a 4-4. 


That corresponds to the "All-Important 2044," when Apollyon is freed from the Abyss and the Lucky-Lucky-Penny-Penny occults the Lion Prince and binds the Pearly to our souls. In the sidereal constellation of Virgo.

Or something.

I believe this occultation is extremely important to somebody and was the inspiration for this...

...and this...

...and this.

By the by, those seven heads and ten horns? The last occultation was in the month of July, next is in October




Houston hosted what many are calling the greatest Super Bowl of all time, in which the New England Patriots came back from a record deficit and beat the Atlanta Falcons. It was a personal vindication for Twin Brady, who sat out the first four games of the season over the Deflategate scandal. 

The game had barely ended before you started seeing Tom Brady is the GOAT memes all over the place. And now the Twin--number 12-- wears the GOAT crown. Maybe forever.

Or maybe he already did. That New England Patriots logo sure caught my eye-- those stripes sure look like devil horns, don't you think? And the pentagram in the middle of the forehead? And damn if that doesn't look like a goat's ear there.

Nutty. Maybe I'm seeing things.


I sure wasn't seeing things when Lady Gorgon hit the stage. I like the strings of pearls motif on her little jumper there. Classy. Paying tribute to her elders.

And ain't that a sign of the times- winning an award for the drone work. And an award that looks an awful lot like the MGM logo. Nutty coincidence there.

Well, I sure as shooting wasn't seeing things when Gorgon fell from the stars to the stage. Just like in- you guessed it-- the Millennium Dome Show.

And her first number? None other than Stephen Paddock's old theme song. Little taste of things to come.

It was pretty good but I prefer her theme song, "Butterface."

But wouldn't you just know it-- she landed on a giant steel parapet that looks not at all unlike the one in-- wait for it...

...the Millennium Dome Show!

She had a bit more space to play with so she set up her twin towers at opposite ends of the stage...

... while the Millennium Dome Show had to do the old IKEA place-one-inside-another routine 


Then the towers blow up and collapse. They did so 999 times in the year 2000. 

Nothing ritualistic about blowing twin towers up 999 times the year before someone else did it for real.

Nope. Nossir. 

Lady Gaga's show wasn't quite as explicit with the Ine-Nay Even-Elay symbolism as the Millennium Dome Show, but made up for it with an inverted pentagram. 

Both Gaga's show and the Dome Show get real Orange with everything. And red. 

Or Ruddy.

And then there's thing kind of Orange sun business...

...which I suppose is a lot more impressive when you have a football field to stretch your legs in. And a bigger budget and 17 years of experience with these kind of mass rituals.

We've come a long way, baby.

Even since 2004, when Janet "Airlines" Jackson did her little sci-fi hookers dance routine. 

Note they too had a Tower of Babylon replica there, all too appropriate given we are now living in Babylon 3.0. The bit with the wardrobe malfunction is hilarious, given that she just happened to be wearing a Black Sun on her nipple and she and her troupe all looked like Frank Miller's wetdream. 

That was a wardrobe malfunction like I'm Tom Brady. It's all about pushing and pushing and pushing. Constantly pushing, constantly testing. Until it all falls apart. Just in time for the Vegas to take over.


So anyway, if you've been reading the blog with any regularity you'll remember that the Millennium Dome Show wasn't just a pop song revue, it was an invocation

It was all about the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, to be precise. More than you could ever know.

This is the comic book for the Dome Show, with Sofia and Beelzebub. I'm not sure that's actually his name, but it kind of suits him, don't you think? The red is a cute touch.

Just thought I'd throw this in there. Did I mention the British government put this entire thing together? It was a pet project of Tony "Baloney" Bliar.

I guess that explains it.

And there's Beelzebub and Sofia and little OVO, the son of a son of God and a daughter of man.

I want to say one word to you. Just one word. Are you listening? 


And if you're a regular reader, you know who the part of our Transgenic Eve was played by...

...Our Lady of Oracles, El-Sibyl-Beth Fraser. 

Speaking of which, seems she was also a 4-9er as well.

That's the Bible, promising us that Sophia will give us all a garland evergreen, a forget-me-not wreath.

No, different Sophia.

This Sophia has fallen from her dwelling-place, just like the Nefilim. But don't worry- she gets her revenge, depending on which text you happen to read. She might just destroy the entire material universe and start over, but are you going to tell her not to?


There are Forty-Nine Angelic Gates in the Sepher Yetzirah, Forty-Nine Angelic Calls and Forty-Nine Good Angels (or Angels of Light) in Enochian Magic. There are also 49 androgynous demons in The Pistis Sophia, and 49 days in the Jewish Counting of Omer and in a Tibetan Bardo.  

Then there's this 4/9.

And 2049, 5 years after the Occultation of Regulus by Venus.

And then there's the opening of the Astrodome, named after the victors in the GOAT World Series.

And then the Mercury Seven.

And then there's this Forty-Niner (#7- the Sephirah of Venus, in case you were wondering), who kicked off a mini-revolution by falling to his knee during the playing of the National Anthem. Cynics said it was a ploy to distract from his faltering career, but that's often the way it goes with mini-revolutions. They used to call Robespierre "Stumpy." It gave him a real chip on his shoulder.

This protest has put the apparently-retired QB on the shortlist for Time's Person of the Year. Sadly. absolutely nobody reads Time anymore, but it's the thought that counts.

Plus, the Orange. That also counts.


Incidentally, Kaepernick has a passage from Psalms 18 tattooed somewhere. However, it's not this bit....

OK, I'm not saying that's about aliens, but did you see the opening of the Super Bowl 49 halftime? 

No, not the orange orbs bit...

This bit. 

Now read that Psalm again.


Anyway, the N-ph-L 49er falling to his knee when he hears "The Star-Spangled Banner?" Why not?

Hey, I fall to my knees every time I hear "The Spangle Maker." Who am I to judge??

And we see a lot of spangled-stars falling here.

And the Patriots N-ph-L falling in Houston. Both teams have pentagrams on their helmets, incidentally.

And joining the fray in this new War in Heaven is Donald Trump, who reignited the entire falling ritual in the N-ph-L on what date exactly...?

Oh, September 23rd. 

The day of the Revelation 12 alignment. And what does Revelation 12 have to do with the Nefilim, right?   

So Trump basically chose 9/23 to let the air out of the N-ph-L's zeppelin. How has that worked out so far?

Well, ratings-wise it's putting the Fallen in N-ph-L.

Well, I can't say the heart bleeds. And I'm not losing any sleep over the players holding the owners over a barrel either. Just shut the whole league down. The players will be able find something else to do without the burden of irreparable brain damage and the owners can go pound sand for all I care. I'm sure they won't even notice the slight and temporary dip in their net values.


Let's get back to the self-appointed Whore of Babylon Hudson and her little pageant at Super Bowl 49. Just for a short spell--I think most of it speaks for itself and has been well-covered on other sites. 

Instead, let's look at this shot again. Here we see Babalon Hudson showing off her Nephilim numerology and Missy Eliott pointing to the stars for some reason or another.

Now, none of the "Illuminati" stuff we see on these little rituals troubles me much. On the contrary, I usually find it incredibly tedious and tiresome. Sure, it's corrosive, but seriously, what isn't these days?

 But Perry's little show bothered me for another reason altogether.

Two days after Katy Hudson rode the Beast into the stadium, dressed all in flames, there was a horrible event-- I don't even know if I can call it an accident-- in which a number of people were horribly killed when a commuter train and an SUV collided and burst into flame.

And it just happened to take place in Valhalla- land of the dead- on the Hudson River. Here's the tl;dr of the incident:

On Feb 3, an accident on the Taconic Parkway in Westchester County, NY forced traffic to be diverted through a local cemetery in Valhalla, which necessitated a crossing over the Metro-North railroad tracks. 
A woman driving a Mercedes Benz SUV became disoriented when the railroad warning gate came down on the rear of her vehicle and got out to assess her situation.  
Confused and unsure what to do, the woman drove forward in an attempt to free herself from the gate. Unfortunately, the MetroNorth commuter train barreled down on her at that precise instant and dragged the vehicle down the track. The SUV burst into flames, and the flames spread to the train, killing both the driver and several passengers on the train. 
The driver worked for a Chappaqua jewelry store that the Clintons, who live in Chappaqua, are apparently regular customers of.
If you have the stomach, I recommend you read more about it, because it's blindingly clear there was some kind of MK shenanigans at work here.

What does all this have to do with Katy Perry's Super Bowl 49 Halftime show. Well, at one point she was joined by two sharks for a little number.

Well, the woman who was incinerated alive in her car was 49 year-old Ellen Brody, who was on her way to a meeting at a Starbuck's (of course) in Scarsdale.

Ellen Brody also happening to be the name of a major character in the Jaws franchise.

About the sharks. Jaws.

Well, Perry did promise that "jaws would drop and faces would melt." 

And she-- or more accurately, whoever was writing her material- was absolutely right. 

That's exactly what happened.

So flames, pentagrams, 49s, sharks, Hudson, Valhalla...yeah. 


What are the odds that this episode here is all just some wacky cascade of Synchronicity? 

Not any odds that I would bet on.

I was talking to a friend and asked him how long did he think it was before we saw overt human sacrifices at these events, like in the Roman coliseums. He gave it ten years. 

Way things are going, I think that may be a conservative estimate.