Wednesday, September 05, 2018

Sync or Swim: Tokyo Storm Warning (UPDATE)


As usual there is way too much going on out there for me to keep with. And it all seemed to really kick in as soon as our calendar turned to September. 

I realize you all hate when I talk like this but I have to admit I've been feeling a tad on the doomy-gloomy side about what exactly might be barreling towards us. 

I hope I can help you see why. I hope even more you can convince me I'm wrong.




UPDATE: OK, this is getting me all doomy again. I'll explain why in my next post.

First off, I'd like to apologize for the erratic posting recently. I've been trying very hard to finish my new book while I have some free time. I'm pretty sure it's the greatest work of prose ever written in the English language but then again I would, wouldn't I?

Luckily, it actually is the greatest work of prose ever written in the English language.  So I don't have to worry about my obvious bias clouding my judgment.

I also just recently found out that my humble little burg is a major 5G testing area and has been for nearly the past two years. Apparently it's quite the little showcase for the new mind-control communications technology. 

Seeing as how I've been struggling with major sleep issues and serious chronic fatigue since, oh, just around the time the 5G network went live here, I gotta admit I'm just a little curious as to whether there might a coincidence there. 

I know, I know, that Secret Sun doofus and his paranoid crazytalk again. What a nutter. 

Anyway, what say you we get down to business here, huh? Let's start in the middle.



Actual Synchronicity content sold separately.

Back in 1983, Bond villain Arch-Globalist™ Sting warbled a bouncy little toe-tapper called "Synchronicity II" while taking a break from his primary occupation as Deputy Assistant Cocaine Sniffer for the People's Republic of Megalomanistan.

The lyrics seemed to suggest that the petty troubles of a typical middle class family were somehow mirrored by a sea monster crawling up out of a "dark Scottish loch." 

Just between you and me, I don't think Stingarini really had the first clue what Synchronicity is really all about.

Sting, if you're reading this, first of all I'm sorry I used to refer to you as "Stink." But you kind of left yourself wide open for it. It's kind of like if I ran around calling myself "Tain."

But just to show you there's no hard feelings I'm going to give you a tutorial on how Synchronicity really works. Take notes, Bond villain Arch-Globalist™ Sting. This will all be on the quiz.

ITEM: On Monday night, a modest and dignified middle-aged woman sang a handful of traditional folk ballads, reportedly bringing a small audience of music biz types to tears at a private performance in London's Soho district. No big deal, right? People are singing in private clubs all over the place.

ITEM: Just a few hours later a K-pop (that means "Korean pop," Charles Stingus) superstar released a new music video. It's already racked up several million views and is trending near the top of the YouTube chart (or whatever).


The Ocean is FUCKING TERRIFYING

ITEM: Around the same time that was published, what is now being called a "super-typhoon" slammed into Japan, leaving death and destruction in its wake. It's being called the worst typhoon there in a quarter century.



ITEM: Several hours after that Tropical Storm Gordon (See Sting the Merciless? 'Gordon.' That's your real name. Sync!) may or may not have intensified to hurricane status as it barreled through the Gulf of Mexico and threatened the coasts of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama with flooding. 

So what's the connection, right? Just some random events, that's the way the world is. Well, let's go back to the beginning.

First of all, that nice middle-aged lady performing at that secret show?

Oh God, do we have to do this little Kabuki dance every single time?

You know who it was.



It was Elizabeth Fraser. You were expecting someone else?

You remember her, don't you, Stingaroony? Cocteau Twins. Scottish. "Otherworldly." Early 80s. Loch Ness. Aqua Net.

Chosen by the gods and/or the Angelic Host as their Sibyl and/or Oracle. "Voice of God." That sort of thing. Basically retired on account of her prophetic work being more or less accomplished.  

Well, the prophecies themselves aren't even close to being retired (most of them haven't even been decrypted yet) but that's why they call them prophecies. 

They're made to be understood in the future.

But just so we're clear it was Our Lady, Queen Dowager of Sibyls' first solo performance since August 2012. She appeared in London during a little soiree you may remember called the 2012 London Olympics.

Purely by chance, you see.




OK. The name of that K-Pop video? "Siren."

You heard me.

Do note the twinning in the thumbnail. 

Back to this in a bit. But just remember that Sirens were said to summon hurricanes, typhoons, cyclones and so on throughout history.


That storm? It was called Super Typhoon Jebi. Jebi is Korean for "swallow."

 Swallows were the birds that the ancient Egyptians believed represent souls in Heaven, meaning the stars. Swallows are even mentioned in the Book of the Dead. Isis herself was said to turn into a swallow.

Bla bla bla, who cares. Egypt Schmeegypt. Right, Bruce Stingsteen? Well, cool your jets, Globocop, and read on.


Well, you may not have heard, Stingster, but there's all kinds of Elizabeth Fraser-Cocteau Twin material being re-released this year. Why? 

I think you know why. Hint: It rhymes with "flaflockaflips."

We saw Head Over Heels and Treasure back in March and the Fontana-era stuff is being re-released next month. ("The Fontana Years" being in actual fact "the Jeff Buckley Years" but go back to June 2017 and read all that).

Because that's what you should actually do with prophecies, Stingly Wingleson. You should release them when they start getting fulfilled. 

Kind of like how Milk & Kisses was released the very same day as the Dunblane massacre. 

On second thought, just before they were being fulfilled would be even better, like how Milk & Kisses was supposed to be released a few months earlier (when it might have done some good), but got delayed by the record company.


What's that, old boy? Get to the point? Right.



...here's the cover. Recognize those birds there, Stingy-Wingy? No?

How about now? Recognize them now? 

Gives a whole new meaning to "Flock of Soul," doesn't it?

Bonus Lost Highway-Song to the Siren connections

OK, OK, I know you've got a hot-yoga class in twenty minutes, Sting Theory, but I already know what you're going to say next. Sure, swallows. Weird.  Uncanny maybe, given the timing. 

But what's the connection to Japan? 

Well, the Fontana Years aren't just also the Jeff Buckley Years, they're also the....


...Mitsuo Tate years. 

Mitsuo began as a touring guitarist but more or less became the Fourth Twin, working closely with the band in the studio as well as onstage, as you can see in any performance video, from 1990 right up to the bitter end. 

Mitsuo hailed from Aizu. You know where that is, Stinger's Sex Party?



You can't miss it. It's right next to Fukushima.


Remember Fukushima, Stingcheese? Made the news a few years back, if I recall correctly.

By the way Typhoon Swallow made landfall at Kobe, Japan.


And weirdly enough-- and by that I mean "entirely predictably"-- there's a Kobe Pearl in Las Vegas, just across McCarran Airport (and Janet Air) from Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino. 

Is that Heaven or Las Vegas? Neither. It's Paradise.

By the way, you know how many days there are between this past Monday (when El-Sibyl-Beth Fraser brought them to tears in Soho) and October 1st?

Nine.

Plus nine.

Plus nine.

Guess how many years there are between the release of Heaven or Las Vegas and the day Stephen Paddock rolled into town for the very last time.

Aw, man-- you peeked. 

Listen Stinger Missile, I know this is all kind of hitting you at once, but I've been doing this nonstop since Chris Cornell died and guess what?

It never ends.

No seriously: IT. NEVER. EVER. FUCKING. ENDS.


Case in point. Mitsuo Tate was NOT the first Fourth Cocteau Twin. There was another one before him. His name?

Oh, you're going to love this, Sting Crosby.


It's Gordon.

Like you! Like Tropical Storm Gordon! 

That's Gordon there, yowling away with Our Lady when she was incarnating on this earth-plane as a feisty little punkette. As far as I know, Gordon (Sharp) is the only other singer to appear on a Cocteau Twins record, and even that's just on bonus CD tracks. 


On Garlands, of course. But wait! There's more!


Not only is Buckley Hiding: The Mitsuo Tate Years coming out next month, so is the  entire This Mortal Coil catalog. 

Fun fact: Our Lady, Queen Dowager of Sibyls, duetted with Gordon Sharp on the very first This Mortal Coil single, "Sixteen Days." In fact, "Song to the Siren" was the B-side to it. In other fact, it's basically just a Cocteau Twins single with the original Fourth Twin on it.

Sadly, the A-side blows. It's some cover of a crappy Modern English song. Meaning, not "I Melt with You."

And just to complete the circle, Gordon Sharp sings the leadoff track on the first This Mortal Coil album, a cover of Alex Chilton's "Kanagaroo." Jeff Buckley loved it so much he made it a staple of his live sets. The song after "Kangaroo?"

"Song to the Siren." 


Speaking of which, that Kpop star I told you about does the old Venus on the half-shell bit in that Siren video that came out the day after Elizabeth Frasers secret Soho gig....


...the same one that some blaspheming director forced Our Blessed Lady to perform in the video for "Bluebeard," the second single off the Four Calendar Cafe album. She was not pleased.

Oddly enough--remember when I told you Typhoon was the worst storm to hit Japan in 25 years? Guess what album was released 25 years ago next month?

Four Calendar Cafe.

That last worst typhoon to hit Japan? Guess what day it formed, Sting Low Sweet Chariot?


Three guesses whose 30th birthday that was.



Weirdly enough, Stingset, this video just surfaced last week after 34 years. I had no idea it even existed. 

It's of Our Lady and her Unmercenary Musicians, clearly having just imbibed the sacred fumes of Apollo, attempting(?) to lipsync to a pair of their most enduring prophecies. One that was fulfilled and one I strongly fear is yet to come.

Sting-shot, believe me when I say that Our Lady is so adorationable and so clothed in the radiance of Heaven here that I nearly pulled my own head off. I don't know why. I just didn't know what else to do with my hands .

I'll tell you this though, it's jolly difficult to pull your own head off. I'm not too proud to admit I didn't get very far.

Bonus Factoid: Angel Casas means "The Angel's Estate." Give or take. Contrary to popular opinion it does NOT mean "The Angel Who Kept Not Their First Estate." That guy's name is "Angel que no Guardaron su Primer Estado." I think that guy hosted a game show, though.


But Skring, remember when we talked about how I know believe "Pearly Dewdrops Drop" is in fact a mind-warpingly accurate prophecy of SN 1987A? 

Oh come on, Stingston Jamaica, you remember it. We were Skyping.  You were at Davos. You and George Soros were plotting to how best to destroy the middle class for good and I was checking under the couch cushions for change so I could buy a jar of peanut butter to feed my family. 

Please don't tell me you forgot that conversation.



Anyway-- Mister Sumner-- you might remember how that 5G microwave burst hit me in my brains and got me ranting how SN1987 is too perfect to be natural and might in fact be a manufactured event meant to send a message out into the Universe? 

Well, maybe I'm not as susceptible to carcinogenic mind-control radiation as you might think. Maybe I'm onto something.

Hey, Yoga Boy. Hey, lame-arse Holiday Inn Reggae Man; guess where the study referred to this headline came out of?


Yeah, that's right. That's right. Japan. So suck on some of that, Talent Waster.

Aw man. I'm sorry, Paul Newman and Robert Redford in The Sting. I didn't mean to get salty. Mea culpa.

It's just that, y'know, everything from Dream of the Blue Turtles on. 

Well, I don't know. It all...sucks.

We can still hang and stuff, though. 


And speaking of Rubies, Stars and Garlands.

What's that? Is there more, you ask?




More than you will ever know.



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