The god squad


In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.” (Dereke Bruce)

Now this is where the gods went wrong, they stopped with the dog. Doggone it, they even turned the canine name back to front, lest we forget them.

Not that that would ever be allowed to happen.


For the gods & their games have been stalking us for a very long time indeed.

It seems to me there’s been a big show going on, on this catwalk called histroy. Each ‘new’ culture contributing it’s own fashion sense AND religion.


The Greeks came bearing gifts of epic proportions (which is just as well considering that their Olympian overlords were in constant need of sport & entertainment).

Then came the Romans bearing shapely thighs & a great dollop of testosterone (which mightily pleased their own pantheon of prime movers).

Somewhat later they covered up their thighs & brought in a more pontifical & severe look, in keeping with their neo-uno-supergod (minions were allowed to suffer greatly & dress in natural shades of sackcloth & ashes)

Time passed & the Tudors further advanced the severe(d) look with a display of headless queens. They also put a new angle(c)on religion & made themselves rite royal.

More time passed, the world got dissected, inspected & experted upon. Text books were written, stuff was understood & the gods were sent packing to the ignorant past.

Cough, cough.

Sorry, nearly choked on my rosary beads.

For this space & time I suggest that the gods are where they have always been – riding on our backs.

I propose that the religion of each civilisation is tailored to seamlessly fit the society upon which the gods need to feed.

No doubt you’ve done enough reading to know that similar deities appear throughout a multitude of time periods. Put the Greek god Hermes into a Roman breadmaker & the god Mercury will be sure to rise. Put Artemis into a Versace frock & hey presto, instant Diana. Send a sun god out for a loaf of bread & a son of god will return with a pcinic basket & a couple of fish.

Come on keep up.

Put a newspaper reporter into a phone box, throw in some red & blue underwear & out pops an iron man of steel.

Put an actor on the big screen & the cover of a magazine & out pops a demi-god. Put a songster on the tv tabernacle & the radio pulpit & an idol is propagated. Feed the mind drugged populace a diet of celebrity ad nauseum & a cult is created.

Our modern world worships celebrity. Thesaurus-tically, the word celebrity twins with the likes of the “aristocracy, beautiful people, blue blood, crème de la crème, elect, establishment, glitterati, high society, nobility.” It keeps company with the “acclaimed, illustrious, applauded, renowned, glorious, immortal.

In research published in the British Journal of Psychology, psychologists established a “sliding scale” of celebrity worship – one in which the devoted fan becomes increasingly hooked into the object of their attention, until their feelings begin to resemble addiction.”

Evidence indicates that poor mental health is correlated with celebrity worship.”

It’s an unhealthy interest in the lives of the rich and fabulous. According to the researchers, about a third of us have it to some degree.”

If we take an etymological looksee at what celebrity was birthed to mean, a rather interesting understanding emerges “celebrity c.1380, “solemn rite or ceremony.”

Can we therefore reinterpret the flashing stars that draw eye & heart to the big screen, tv, stage & magazine as clerics & missionaries who spread the word to all corners & curves of the globe?

And if so what is their creed?

How about a religion that is so tailored to the fabric of our modern society that we’re not sure which came first. It’s (made up by me) name – The Church of the Wholly Material.

We should be noticing by now a certain echoing of previous (& ongoing) religions.
The familiar crick in the neck that comes from looking UP to greater beings.
– The familiar dues & adulation that must be consistently paid by beings of ground dwelling status.
– And who can forget the grand dramas played out on the screen of life – the heroic actors whose golden deeds of living & dying separates them from their audience whose only task is to grasp these tales with their minds
.

Thus we are led back to where I originally intended to start my last article.

With death.

I had erroneously thought that birth was for beginnings, but it seems that those in ‘the know’ (& they seem to know a lot more than I), prefer death as the entree on the ‘menu of creation’.

So if you will just grab a hold of the four horsemen’s reigns for a second, we’ll contemplate the deadly requirements of any ‘good’ religion. Let the Greeks lead the way.

Besides the word worship, we may use the word cult. As in the expression hero cult.”

When we consider the Hero in ancient Greek culture… we must ‘de-familiarize’ our notion of what a hero is… First and foremost, the… hero was a religious figure, a dead person who received cult honors and was expected in return to bring prosperity


The hero, who is mortal, not immortal like the gods, must suffer during his or her lifetime, and, significantly, must die. Only after death can the hero receive immortalization in cult and in song. The hero must struggle against the fear of death, in order to achieve the most perfect death. Such a perfect moment must be recorded in song, kleos. Kleos means ‘glory, fame, that which is heard’… kleos was used to refer to both the medium and the message of the glory of heroes

Unlike natural flowers that go through the cycle of blooming and then wilting, this unnatural flower, this kleos, will forever stay the same, never losing its color, aroma, and overall beauty.
The
songs sung for heroes and the cult honors given to them in worship and festivals, including athletic festivals,
celebrated in their honor, are an attempt to provide compensation for the death of the hero… these honors are considered ongoing and never-ending… those who participate in the worship believe that it will continue forever, thus providing a way for the hero to be immortalized, to live on forever.”

In real worship, we do not just do ritualistic worship but we try to imbibe the qualities of the one we are worshipping(Rig Veda)

In the last article we looked at one who appears to fulfil a role of herald & chief priest to the gods.

A funereal looking psychcopomp standing before the great temple of Windsor Castle?

So did you pay attention to the Greek bit above? Did you note the need for heroes to be sung as opposed to unsung. And of course you do realise they do need to be dead, deceased & pushing up the daisies (daisy O.E. dægesege, from dæges eage “day’s eye,” because the petals open at dawn and close at dusk).

On 15th July 1997, Gianni Versace was murdered as he put a key into the lock of the gateway of his Miami abode. The fashion king was shot twice at close range by a ‘gay psycho’. Bloody nutters!

End of story? No.

A wee while ago the king of pop was done to death by lethal injection.

He graciously & posthumously shared the extravaganza of his memorial with his fallen comrade, Gianni Versace.

MOURNING GLORY: One thing the overwhelmed Jackson clan didn’t have to worry about before Michael Jackson’s memorial was their clothes. Apparently Janet herself put in a call to Donatella Versace, who knows what it’s like to lose a talented brother before his time. She agreed to outfit the whole fam in Versace’s finest.”

The strange thing is, that ‘Jackson’ was there to pay homage as Versace died.

On July 15, 1997, fashion icon Gianni Versace was declared dead at Jackson Memorial Hospital, following a shooting in front of his Ocean Drive mansion, the Casa Casuarina, in Miami Beach.”


Coincidentally
both icons departed this plane at 50 years of age.

After reading Ellis Taylor’s awesome A Year of Tears & Tears article , I decided to toy with time. I found a site that counted down days & up days & proceeded forth to juggle with infamous dates. In my timescale lottery I opted for the choice of including the end date in each count, I’m not of a mathematical bent, but it seemed to make sense to me.

Well I found bugger all & was close to calling it quits when I remembered the importance that Ellis placed on the Michael Jackson sacrifice. So I entered the end days of these two great ones.

What I got blew my socks off (they were last seen orbiting Neptune).

Remembering how important remembering is in all things sacrificial we find that the time between the deaths of Versace & Jackson, is a memorial in itself.

11 years, 11 months, 11 days including the end date” – 11/11/11

Remembrance Day … is a day to commemorate the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and of civilians in times of war, specifically since the First World War. It is observed on 11 November to recall the end of World War I on that date in 1918. (Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 … The day was specifically dedicated by King George V(wiki)

The moment when hostilities ceased on the Western Front became universally associated with the remembrance of those who had died in the war

King George V personally requested all the people of the British Empire to suspend normal activities for two minutes on the hour of the armistice “which stayed the worldwide carnage of the four preceding years and marked the victory of Right (Rite?) and Freedom.”

The reason I kept the bit about good King George was his connection to Michael & Elton.

It is now 8pm on a Sunday evening. I have work tomorrow & commitments for tomorrow night, therefore what follows will take a creative leaf out of Versace’s book & why not, it’s because of him that this trek came about. We are gonna mix & mingle as thoughts come to mind & see what kind of outfit we end up with.

So get your thimble at the ready…

We’ve just seen that King George V took out a copyrite on Remembrance Day & it’s sacred hour of 11/11/11. We have linked (well I have) the memorial of Versace & Michael Jackson with those same numbers. Now there is a man who until recently, I somehow kept overlooking despite his connection with the one I called chief priest, Elton John.

Like Elton he also sports two first names, those of George & Michael.

These four christian names got together 6668 (including end date) days ago & sang a song to Apollo or was it Ra?

It was as a duet with George Michael that “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down on Me” had its greatest success. The pair had performed the song at the Live Aid concert in 1985. Recorded live at a concert at Wembley Arena, London on March 25, 1991 when Elton John was a surprise guest of George Michael, the duet became a massive hit on both sides of the Atlantic. It was released later that year and reached number one on the UK singles chart for two weeks in December 1991.”

Two points. Firstly 25th March, 1991 that just happened to be Elton John’s 44th birthday. Secondly, the sun had in fact just set on he who would be Queen, Freddie Mercury, when this very song peaked in the charts.

Aha I just found a thirdly. According to this page, Don’tletTheSunGODownonMe was preceded by Michael Jackson’s “Black or White” which rattles the ol’ skull & bones for all of an occult 3:22 minutes.

This returns us to Versace – keeping up ok?

It was Gianni [Versace] who first collaborated with Michael [Jackson], back in 1983; the designer was still an up-and-comer, and the singer was already a superstar in need of an ensemble worthy of a duet with Paul McCartney (“Say Say Say”). The unusual black-and-white-checked tailcoat Gianni whipped up must have pleased Jackson, as he continued to wear Versace both on- and offstage throughout his life. Several of Michael’s iconic, military-inspired costumes, as seen in both the Dangerous and HIStory tours, were Versace creations.”

OK let’s whizz forward in time again. Remember Elton, he’s back on the centre stage again.

If celebrity is the clergy of the new religion & Elton a chief priest, then would it surprise you to learn that the clergy were gathered at the chief priests abode for his yearly extravaganza White Tie & Tiara Fundraising Party, when the news broke about the death of Michael Jackson.

Celebrities had descended on Elton’s £20million home to attend what has become the society event of the summer. But it seems that the death of the hugely popular pop star cast a shadow over the usually jolly events

“Would it surprise you to learn that Elton sang for Michael (whom Ellis Taylor calls the representation of Apollo, the sun god) & that the song was “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me“.

That particular song we recall was made famous when it was perfomed as a duet with George Michael on Eltons 44th birthday. This year Michael Jackson’s death was performed on George Michael’s birthday – 25th June.

The SUNGOD song contains a rather worrying line

although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see. “

OK back to Versace – the boldly sexual & dramatic Italian fashion designer (& I believe, yet another high priest of the modern religion). Let’s follow the Greeks (& their sneaky gods) again.

Gianni Versace was born in South Italy – in a landscape known in ancient times as “Magna Graeca”, Great Greece, because of its magnificent cities and states, that Greek people had founded there a long time ago. The Greek heritage has lived on in this area, where classical tradition and the union of the unique and the simple are passed on from father to son, mother to daughter.”

Medusa appeared in Versace’s world almost immediately, and accounts of his childhood (which differ) say that he had found either a mosaic of her near a beach in Calabria or a statue of her on family property

No figure in the world of fashion and design, however, has ever had a closer association with Medusa than Gianni Versace. His self-selected symbol

is “now perhaps as twentieth-century an image as the Nike swoosh.”

“… he [Versace] declared that “Medusa means seduction“.”

Eccentric rocker SIR ELTON JOHN will only eat from VERSACE china plates, because he’s convinced they are all possessed by the spirit of his late pal, designer GIANNI VERSACE.
Elton and his partner, Canadian producer DAVID FURNISH, were close friends with Versace, who was shot dead outside his home in Miami, Florida in 1997. And they claim they feel closer to him when they dine from his china.
David explains, “Because of the great friendship Elton had with Gianni there’s a lot of sentimental attachment.
“It’s like you can feel his spirit in every bowl
.”

I’m sorry I’d planned to wrap all this up & get it posted tonight by hook or by crook. Instead, as fast as I type new ideas & connections keep surfacing, so this gets to be an introduction after all.

In the next exciting instalment we check out the first designing family, we strip search the new religion, uncover a terrible curse, journey on a cursed ship & follow a trail of rite ‘royal’ murders.


Is it just me or can you see the face of the dead king of pop in this album cover? Once I pointed it out to my son he could see it too.

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September 27, 2009. Uncategorized.

7 Comments

  1. Michael Skaggs replied:

    Seductive sleuthing at it's finest!I can feel the syncs coming, and I love how you put the gods under the microscope, perhaps shrinking their macroscope cutting them down to size!Amazing ties with Versace/Jackson/John, I am seeing the music industry as a gigantic spell-like entity, siren-songing us into a stupor or sleep. Music/singing and vibrations/dates all intewtwinned errr…twined, into a mystical web that seems to have the Earth in an etheric grip?Well done Alex, I must re-read a few times before I can appropriately post some questions!BRAVO!wv = apyogil

  2. Michael Skaggs replied:

    P.S. Unsung heroes, gee, isn't that most soldiers in many great wars? Hmmm. The sung ones seem to reincarnate over and over and over..wv this time is VIBRATI!Cheers

  3. Alex Robinson replied:

    Oh very good take on the siren-singing Michael – I hadn't thought of them, but they may well have a place in the sequel!Good point on the unsung heroes, perhaps we need top start 'singing ourselves' – maybe 'the word' in 'the beginning' was actually a song – if we use your wv then that seems highly likely :)All the very best to you my friend.

  4. Devin replied:

    That was a very interesting WV in Michael's comment! I must say sometimes these connections chill me-sometimes I think OK-its because we are searching so hard for some meaning in this crazy world (even if the meaning itself is insane) that these things seem to be there-but I really must admit some of these are too uncanny for me to imagine without there being some underlying connection. The 11/11/11 between Versace's and Michael's death really got me-as of course you mentioned that is "Rembrance Day" a day like our "Memorial Day" when all of the poor young men (and now young women) are remembered for their -ahem ultimate "sacrifice" in all of the needless and hideous violence of this blood-soaked last century -and what is shaping up to be a very blood soaked 21st century. If I were an "old" god-I could think of no better place to hide than in modern celebrities!! The worship of these people defies all logic-not that they are not talented-but aren't people forgetting that they are ahem-human! maybe that is the whole point eh?:-) Fascinating article as always Alex-I can tell you had to do a lot of digging and searching for your information-that was really cool that you thought to do the times between the deaths of the two men! I wonder what the times between the deaths of other "superstars" might tell us? just the word star or superstar seems to bring to mind "godlike" status. best to you as always my friend and I hope you are doing great and having a wonderful week-I will think more on this one for sure and come back to comment if anything useful comes to mind-my WV=astrat

  5. Alex Robinson replied:

    Incredible WV Devin!ASTRA = "It is of Latin origin, and its meaning is "star"."Then we have – 'Astarte' who "was connected with fertility, sexuality, and war. Her symbols were the lion, the horse, the sphinx, the dove, and a star within a circle indicating the planet Venus… Astarte was accepted by the Greeks under the name of Aphrodite" – very star-like movie-studio symbols n'est-ce pas?I really don't think you have it in you to be a god, my friend, no insult intended, but I just don't think you've got the makings of an utter bastard! :)I'll give you the site for the day counter incase you want to play with rising & falling stars -http://www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.htmlI hope you are having an awesome autumn day yourself :)

  6. annemarie replied:

    "It's like you can feel his spirit in every bowl." Hmm…. *bone* china? ewwww.Hallo Alex :)Long time, no comment. What can I say…This one's super-duper riveting. Actually many of them are, it's jus me.Anyhow, thanks you for this. And I've never mentioned this before but the comment(er)s here really complement your stories nicely. In fact, just re-reading Michael Skaggs first comment about a mystical (musical) web and etheric grip immediately brings to mind those chemical trails that are criss-crossed, web-like and ever present in our skies in recent years. Music and mind control? Hmmm… Though I haven't read it there's a site by one Dave McGowan who's written on the music industry, particularly out of Laurel Canyon (California). Apparently it isn't a pretty picture of the industry and the players, circa the 60's methinks. Also I believe that the Mamas and the Papas are mentioned. I mention them only because of the incest news implicating John Philips (Papa) that surfaced only last week. Oh, one other thing. I've read that Medusa, that snake-haired one is actually symbolic of a Black/African woman, and that the "snakes" are actually dreadlocks. Why not!Take care, annemariewv = comen p.s. I did meet Elton John once. I was a waitress in a steak house, he and his small entourage came in (after the usual lunch hour) for a late and very long lunch, coupla' hours or more. Except for the staff, they had the restaurant to themselves because they arrived just as lunch was ending. Of course, we stayed open late to accomodate them.Everybody else was too excited to serve him/them, so I did. I was kinda star struck though. This was back in 1975 or 76, and I was by then a fan for years and as a teen had seen him in concert. John seemed really nice and down to earth, quiet and almost ordinary, in spite of his superstar celeb status; not to mention his (typical) oddball outfit. He wore a baseball uniform complete with platform! baseball shoes. As for me, trying to be/seem unaffected, I didn't even acknowledge who he was until I presented him with the cheque for lunch. At which point I politely and quietly asked him for an autograph. He obliged, and he/they left me a very large gratuity/tip too as I recall. Several years later I threw the autograph out as it held no value for me. Also, can't let this coment go by without a mention of this: Music is the key. From Bob Marley and his song, Chant down Babylon. One of my all-time faves btw.ciao for now,

  7. Alex Robinson replied:

    Hi AnnemarieGlad you were riveted :)Those who leave comments are often my very good friends & help me out behind the scenes. Michael's points were excellent & I'm glad you redrew my attention to them as they seem to make even more sense than when I first read them. I like your tie in with our webbed skies!I haven't read up on the Mamas & Papas info, but funnily enough they did pop into my head a little while ago.Music may indeed be the key & I'm looking at Elton a little more along those lines as he is the tone maker.I had an autograph of someone famous that I too let go of quite a while ago, it just didn't fit into my world anymore either. Personally I think being star truck must be injurious to ones health, just like being train struck would be.Well I'm off to make a carrot cake & hopefully enjoy a relaxing night :) I hope all has been well in your world. All the best to you

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