Yeah. This is where we are now.
Just in case you're new to this and don't know what that all means, let me get out my lucky Secret Sun Decoder-Ring®, yours for 20 proofs-of-purchase plus 44 cents postage and handing.
Before we get back into that, this fucking guy again, the one who hasn't made a coherent movie since Jackie Brown. The one who went all-in for BLM so everyone would forget his N-word jubilee in Pulp Fiction.
What is it about this Polanski guy that all these Hollywood hypocrites can't stop sucking on his dingleberries? Are his films really all that? Not by my reckoning. I mean, I love Rosemary's Baby too but anything after Chinatown? I don't get it.
Maybe he's the high priest emeritus of the Esoteric Order of Dagon or something.
Woody Allen might be a moral bag of sick but he was a genuinely talented artist. Long past his prime, of course, but if he stopped making movies after Hannah and Her Sisters he'd still be considered one of the greatest filmmakers-- especially of comedies-- of all time.
Yeah, the allegations. The allegations. Hmm.
(Thurman) says she insisted that she didn’t feel comfortable operating the car and would prefer a stunt person to do it. Producers say they do not recall her objecting.
“Quentin came in my trailer and didn’t like to hear no, like any director,” she says. “He was furious because I’d cost them a lot of time. But I was scared. He said: ‘I promise you the car is fine. It’s a straight piece of road.’” He persuaded her to do it, and instructed: “ ‘Hit 40 miles per hour or your hair won’t blow the right way and I’ll make you do it again.’
But that was a deathbox that I was in. The seat wasn’t screwed down properly. It was a sand road and it was not a straight road.”
All I could think of while watching that video of the crash was that little surprise party Joel Kramer cooked up for Eliza Dushku after she told her chaperone that Kramer raped her in a motel room. By surprise party, I mean the botched stunt that sent Dushku to the hospital with several broken ribs.
Eliza Dushku was 12 years old at the time. I guess Quentin would argue "she was down with this."
I realize some of you reading this might be fans, but suffice it to say I most definitely am not.
The Super Bowl continues to raise questions, not only over the weird TD calls but over Bill Ba'alichick's unexplained benching of star cornerback Malcolm Butler. There's a lot of angry chatter up in the Boston area over this, with several folks beginning to smell a rat.
Butler was visibly crying during the Super Bowl's opening festivities and insisted the Patriots would have won had he played. There were all kinds of odd things at that game such as botched snaps, missed field goals and weird plays that really make you wonder what was really going on.
And by you, I mean you. Not me.
With the NFL in serious ratings trouble this year, maybe-- just maybe-- the league figured they needed a Cinderella story to sell here and not just another Patrio-Trons crush puny challenger outcome.
And what better place for a Cinderella story than Philae-Delphi, home of Rocky Balboa?
Maybe they fixed Twin Brady up with the MVP as a consolation prize and engineered the playoffs so the spunky little Eagles with their substitute quarterback could depose the hated reigning champs.
Of course, the assholes in Philly had to kind of ruin it all by going on a berserker rampage but hey, that can be spun too. Hopefully, at least.
Plus, there's the whole Vega symbolism and the smell-test failing story about a big-time Vegas high roller going all in on the Eagles and taking the local bookmakers to the cleaners.
Mix it all together and you got yourself a big bowl of rat salad.
Speaking of the Vegas, a reader pointed to the very last play of the game when Brady hurled a Hail Mary to the Mighty Man of Old, Rob "Anakim" Gronkowski.
Gronk was seized up by four Eagles--making it about even-- who pass-interfered with a lusty abandon and nary a whistle to be heard.
The 4-on-1 setup and the size differential reminded the Vega-eyed reader of Lyra, an opinion to which I concur.
WHAT DOES SPACE SMELL LIKE?
Because space is an altar-- nothing more, nothing less-- SpaceX took the opportunity of the great Vega victory to launch the massive Falcon Heavy.
And because the rockets were designed to zoom back to Earth, this was following their 49th launch, (the All-Important) 44 of which have been successful.
They're really enjoying themselves, wouldn't you say?
And leading to rumors that SpaceX may in fact have launched David Bowie's earthly remains into space, a "Starman" was placed in a Tesla and launched with the Falcon.
In case you don't get the reference, Bowie played Tesla in Christopher Nolan's film The Prestige.
So what does space smell like?
Well, I'd have to say it smells like bullshit.
THE PEARLS ARE DROPPING, FOLKS
OK, Heidi Klum showed us recently that she- or her handlers-- are hip to the emerging archetypal dominants with this little display, giving us Venus (and the Siren by inference) and the Pearl, which connects to the Nephilim via Orion.
Is it my imagination or does Heidi look like she's about to drop that pearl?
This photo was produced to promote the new season of Germany's Next Top Model, a show I was quite blissfully unaware of until recently. Even so, new season starts tomorrow, in case you need to avoid it.
Just to drive the point home, her site features Klum wearing a headdress made of red butterflies. I don't think they're Plain Tigers, Spangles or Great Spangled Fritillaries however. They might be Monarchs colored red.
Pretty sure that's it.
Dwayne Johnson has a new movie coming out and the trailer was shown at the Super Bowl. It looks like a really bad Die Hard knockoff with ridiculous stunts.
But do notice the titular skyscraper is called the Pearl.
Good one, Elizabethfrasermeme.
And does a MMORPG company name get any more Pearly Dewdrop-a-licious than that?
No. No, they don't.
More on this in the near future. Pearl Abyss is from South Korea, incidentally. Appropriately, given the upcoming Olympics.
And just to remind everyone, the Super Bowl ritual games kicked off with a rendering of "America the Beautiful" by Philae-Delphi native Leslie Odom.
The school choir backing him featured girls wearing pearl-encrusted sweaters.
I think you could reasonably see the pearls as being arranged in a dropping pattern.
In case you don't, make note of James Harrison's "Pearl" tattoo, which also features praying hands and a, um, dropped crucifix.
And of course, we saw Pink bring the house down with her rendition of "The Star-Spangled Maker." Pink last made headlines when she made an impassioned defense of her daughter's androgyny at the MTV Awards, and promised to make gravel into pearls.
Or trans-pearls, if you prefer.
To drive the point home, Pink and her family showed up in matching black three-piece suits. Snazzy.
However Pink opted for Orange when posing with her golden Freemasonic idol.
In the last post, we talked about Pink's seeming Elizabeth Fraser LARP during the National Anthem, wearing the exact hairstyle and a very similar outfit to that of Elizabeth Fraser during her only solo concerts ever, at the Royal Festival Hall during the 2012 London Olympics.
But a couple readers also pointed out that her pearl-colored tuxedo bomber had an Orange lining.
Adding up to this little visual pun here. Quite clever, really. In case you don't get the reference, take a look at this...
Get it now?
Sadly, British actor John Mahoney-- best known for Frasier-- died during the Super Bowl at age 77.
This is taken from an interview Elizabeth Fraser gave before those only-ever solo concerts Pink seemed to be referencing at the Super Bowl, consciously or otherwise.
Incidentally, Pink made her impassioned "Pearl" speech twin days before Elizabeth Fraser's birthday.
A Virgo, naturally.
And wonder of wonders, Cocteau Twin fanatic Robert Smith is going to be curating the Meltdown Festival, which was the actual occasion for Fraser's only solo concerts ever. Keep your fingers crossed for a repeat performance.
This news went up on Tuesday, through some kind of astonishing serendipity.
Back to the Superb Owl, some folks have asked me about the Toyota logo and what it might mean. Here, try flipping it over...
...see it? No?
Ask crazy ol' Al Crowley. He'll fill you in.
So close your eyes and think of England.
Kinda puts Toyota's One-World Religion propaganda in a bit different light, no?
Not to mention the Alexa ads.
Bonus factoid: Aleister Crowley's birth name was Edward ALEXAnder CrOWLey.
Did you see this story? The ship searching for the missing jetliner itself went missing for three days?
Maybe it was diving for pearls. How about that "ARCHON" there, huh?
Speaking of Pearls, I also mentioned the inexplicable crystal ball in the new Coke ad, which is kind of like the old "I'd like to buy the world a Coke" ad on steroids.
Also on Xanax, Insulin, Haloperidol, Zoloft, and Ritalin.
We saw that how that resonated quite nicely with the crystal ball the woman is peering quite revealingly into on The Spangle Maker EP, aka The Star-Spangled Maker EP. The same art is used for the "Pearly Dewdrops' Drops" 45...
...the B-side of which is the sultry "Pepper-Tree." Well, blow me down if that unlikely song doesn't sync up with another pop culture phenomenon this week....
...and that's the ALS Pepper Challenge, which is apparently the new ice-water challenge.
"...You might have seen celebrities like Jennifer Garner, Shaquille O’Neal, Garth Brooks and Jimmy Kimmel chomping down hot peppers on TV and over social media in the name of ALS research recently"
Note Emotional Support Peacock Network logo.
Now back to the Apocalypse. The reason I got this crazy notion in my head some three decades-and-change ago is largely-- but not exclusively-- down to the first side of Cocteau Twins' first US release.
Now, keeping in mind all the pearly bits we've seen, as well as Pink singing "Star-Spangled Banner" at the Superb Owl, let's just reiterate that the album in question is The Pink Opaque, whose first side opens with "The Spangle Maker"...
....and ends with "Pearly Dewdrops' Drop." And seriously; how long has it been since pearls were in last?
Oh, plus "Wax and Wane?" Aside from the tragic connection to Chi Cheng of the Deftones (who was replaced by a Vega)...
...there's also this. Waxing and waning.
The Pink Opaque came out January 13, 1986, two weeks before the Challenger disaster, which links us back to the Harvest 91 Festival via Stephen Paddock...
...as well as January 13th also being the day air-raid sirens screamed out the Apocalypse in Hawaii, in response to an "accidental" missile warning.
Speaking of Sirens, a lot of folks have asked me about the Manchester Art Gallery's removal of JW Waterhouse's Hylas and the Nymphs. The Gallery said they intended to "prompt conversation."
Of what, you may ask?
I'd venture it was to "prompt conversation" of Jeff Buckley's drowning death in 1997 in Memphis and its importance to the overall apocalyptic narrative. Just a thought.
But if Buckley was Hylas, then who was his Herakles?
How about Joan Wasser? She gets my vote.
WHICH PART OF "IT NEVER ENDS" DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
Well, we've seen the plethora of Elizabeth Fraser connections to Rose McGowan and the #metoo movement. Far too many to go into here. But as the Apocalypse demands, there's also an Elizabeth Fraser connection to Thurman. And it's the same connection we saw to Tom Delonge and the CIAUFO Traveling Road Show. Which probably means something.
And that's "Iceblink Luck," the first single off of Heaven or Las Vegas. It was used in the film Mad Dog and Glory, and was in fact the first Cocteau Twins song ever used in a movie. There haven't been a whole lot of them, so they all take on a special resonance.
I especially like firsts. They always have a much more powerful resonance field, symbolically-speaking. And how apropos is it that "Kissed Out Red Floatboat" was used in a TV show about lifeguards?
El-Sibyl-Beth Fraser actually mentioned Mad Dog and Glory during her painful meltdown and recorded by Melody Maker in their 9/11/ 93 (shall be the whole of the law) issue.
There's also this; Uma Thurman, from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen.
And again, Heidi Klum more recently.
I'm sure quite a few of you would really appreciate it if I put a cork in the whole Elizabeth Fraser exegesis. And I'd be more than happy to, believe me. I do have other things to do, you know.
The only problem is that someone or something seems to be going through an awful lot of trouble to spray-paint her name where it simply does not belong. I feel a responsibility to point that out. And my guess is there's a lot more to come. And that it means something.
What good is it? Well, I give you one small example; I really wish I bet-- and bet big-- on the Eagles, as all the evidence was screaming at me to do. (I didn't actually bet on the Baphomets; that was a joke).
All of this is becoming rather predictive and is connecting all sorts of dots that most people out there can barely even perceive. I'd kind of like to know why.
Now, I have no idea why the gods (or, y'know, D::Wave) seem to have had chosen a reclusive and deeply-strange Scottish singer from some weird 80s band to be their oracle. I'm sure everyone would expect an aloof and majestic sylph like Lisa Gerard or a superstar like Beyonce to play that role (Fraser once described herself as a "wee scruff-bag").
But I'm also sure no one could ever figure out why the gods chose their oracles back in the day either. Their ways are unknowable.