Aporia Suit; Blackstar- Gatsby84

Blackstar- Gatsby84

Jay Gatz developed the persona Gatsby in 1907, the same year the Chicago Cubs first won the World Series., while living with Dany Cody and Cody’s woman. Not much is known about the arrangements between those individuals or couplets, except that after Dan Cody, the wealthy financier and philanthropist, had intended an inheritance for Gatsby that was duplicity acquired by a romantic liaison in Cody’s life. Gatsby learned the Marxist-Thoreau-ean lessons about taking care of your economic and physical realities before success and freedom can be attempted. There after he had to rebuild his lost fortune and resorted to working with a criminal underground that was so expansive and powerful that they managed to fix the 1919 World Series. With his economic success satisfied he was again free to pursue his search for a salve for his Romantic loss.

Winston Smith of 1984, had no choice in his conversion in ideology. The world had already moved onto franchised Marxism as a means of sustaining the massive global war that raged ( or didn’t ) during Winston’s lifetime. Marx was famously resistant to the rapid success that Marxism was accumulating during the 19th century in Europe. He felt that it was happening too quickly and without the consent of the proletariat which would spell its’ political and social doom. In much the same way the Inner Party, the ruling caste in the novel 1984 forced their ascetic way of living onto others under the threat of violence. This was accomplished with political inquisition rather than through natural social conversion, which Marx had warned against.

Educated in the economics of his material situation Winston had accumulated enough free time and capital to purchase his journal, which acted as a catalyst for his ideological rebirth and simultaneously his act of rebellion against his masters. The act of writing and his strong emotions towards his Juliet, was the birth of Winston’s Negative Green ideology, his birth of individuality. Winston often dreamed of his late mother. Lacan would surely see that Winston is yearning to be merged again with the Illusionary Order. Having met his economic needs Winston begins to rebuild his lost ideologies. Having memories of life before the war, Winston was undoubtedly influenced by European Transcendentalists and behaves as he does towards his society because of these forgotten beliefs. Using these fragments of memory and following his intuition and creativity, Winston listens to the tone of his heart string and wanders into the prole section where he finds the journal in a junk shop that he will use to pen his rebellion and manifest his Platonic Ideal of himself.

Jay Gatsby and Winston Smith, two individuals struggling between ideology that has been imposed upon them and the one rooted deep within their hearts. The tension between the two lends strength to each of their struggles and forms the etheric membrane that the dream; Ahlam, manifest from. Winston is eventually able to comprehend how truth is less tangible than he once believed and was allowed a glimpse into the gaping maw of reality. Although Winston loses his sense of Individuality during his ideological conversion therapy, he is allowed to see the hand of Power as it drew back the veil of illusion and gave Winston a glimpse of a world without the boundaries placed by ideology. 2=2+5, pure magic, belief and dream. It is ideology that makes anything in life seemingly concrete. Winston began his dream amongst the Delphic vapors of Big Brotherly love.

Gatsby was stripped of his ahlam as was shown when, having arrived on the event horizon of his wildest dreams, he wore his pink suit. Pink is the hue of left after Green light has been removed from White light. In physics this is known as Negative Green. Negative Green, or pink, or even grey, represents all the other types of radiation beyond the visible spectrum of light. In this ideological grey area, Gatsby’s suit was his fiction suit, his apparatus for surfacing from his extended stay in the depths of lucidity and dream. The pink light emanating from Daisy’s bedroom completed the cyclical lock that forever bade Gatsby from reentering his dream world. The thrill is gone, the thrill has gone away.

Winston and Gatsby struggle with and against ideological powers beyond their comprehension. Not to say that their ultimate ends would be much different than what they would be, but if they had a deeper understanding of their conflicting ideologies they may have been able to save themselves from the tragic circumstances surrounding their demise. Both men set out to separate themselves from their circumstances, but without the proper ideological economy that would support and guide them. Instead each individual dissolves in the solvent of love and forever lose themselves.

Aporia & Ahlam

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Fox Fire

In the beginning the world was cold and wet. The Creator Spirit had given all the animals of the world everything they would need to survive as the Creator Spirit loved his children and wanted them to be happy.  So all throughout the World the animals and their families were warmed through their fur, they ate because of their claws and teeth and bone and lived in homes that rose out of the earth to keep them safe. All across the world the children of the Creator lived full and happy lives, except for one of the children, a hairless creature who has no claws and short teeth with no snout. A soft and slow creature that many brother and sister animals will sometimes catch and eat called man.

Man often cried out to his Creator in great laments and prayers.

“Great Creator! Hear our cries, we are cold when the rains come. We are hunted by the bear and wolf and cat. We are sick from our food and blind once your blessed eye closes to the endless midnight sea.”

The family of man lamented.

“Great Creator! We cannot tend to our children in the dark and often the evils of the night snatch our children from us as we sleep. Send us a token of your love, Great Creator. Protect your children.”

Hearing their cries and feeling badly because when man was created the Creator found that because he had used so much material on his favorite child, the beaver, there was no fur left for man. The beaver needed more tooth and claw and tail than most and there was nearly nothing left to cover and cloth man.

The Great Creator thought long and hard about a solution until one morning inspiration illuminated before him. The Creator would give to man one of the gods most precious gifts. As atonement for making man so weak he would give of his own mind so that man man be warm and safe against the night.  

The Great Creator gathered his breath from the cosmic winds and gently blew into his palm. There the small ember of an everlasting fire burned painlessly. The Creator called upon his oldest and most loyal friend to deliver this cosmic gift to man.

“Mother Wolf.” called the Creator across the expanse of Time. Mother Wolf appeared before the Creator in a cloud of mist and ice. Mother Wolf’s yellow eyes sought in vain into the endless expanse of her creator.

“Father, I have come I would only to heed your call. What will you ask of me my Lord as, I only want to serve you.” The Mother of Wolves lowered her head in respect for her father.

The Great Creator had a lot of love for Mother Wolf since she was his first animal creation. The Creator took a branch of the holly tree and touched it to the eternal fire in his palm. The fire leapt to the branch and burned brightly. Mother Wolf turned her head to shield her eyes. Mother Wolf held her lips tight against her teeth because although this flame made her feel an uncommon fear deep within herself, she dare not offend her Lord.

“Take this branch of light to my child, man. You know of him and his; they have no fur and are cold and vulnerable in the night.”

Mother Wolf knew of man and hated him. She took the branch with her teeth and with humility left the presence of her Father.

Across the expanse of Time Mother Wolf arrived back beside her lake home. It was night and the light from the flaming branch burned bright and warmed her face. Mother Wolf knew she could run to man’s pack in before midnight, but Mother Wolf hated man and despite her Father’s wishes she knew that man would use this gift as a weapon against her and her family.

Mother Wolf threw the branch into the lake. Its’ light extinguished with a pop and a hiss.

Mother Wolf felt shame for disobeying her Father, but knew that her family would be safe against man.

The Great Creator wasn’t surprised by Mother Wolf’s disobedience. Disobedience was a wolf’s best quality. Smiling slightly the Great Creator pulled another branch from a holly tree and called upon his second most loyal child.

“Coyote.” called the Lord.  

Coyote appeared before his Lord in a swirl of forest leaves and plaines tall grass. Coyote had always practiced the good manners as his Lord had taught to him after learning how disrespectful and rude wolf could be. Coyote used these good manners to avoid man and other animals that would harm him and eat him.

“Coyote I ask you to complete the journey Mother Wolf could not and bring man this light so that his children may be warm and dry.”

Coyote took the branch in his teeth and squinted his eyes against the bright light.

“It is always my honor to serve.” Coyote murmured through gritted teeth. A moment later Coyote was standing across the lake from the Wolf den. Coyote quickly sprinted away from his elders as they would see the light and be drawn to him. He ran as quickly as he could through the night and came to the clearing before man’s cave. Coyote raised the branch above to transverse some bramble when he spied man rising from his cave and rubbing his eyes. Man was looking to the light Coyote hled and mistaking it for the newly risen Sun.

Coyote made up for the power his elder wolf was gifted, by having the clever mind of his Father. Coyote saw that other men were joining the first at the mouth of the cave to wonder at the new sun. Coyote gently lifted the light into the sky where it suspended there for three days and shone brightly. As man began to work through another day, Coyote, suddenly tired fell asleep.

When Coyote woke the false star still shone and man was still labouring although fatigued. Coyote waited and was patient as man laboured without sleep for unnatural days until man and woman and child all fell into a long sleep. In this time Coyote crept into the man cave and amongst the exhausted people, stole their food.

The Great Creator saw Coyote’s trick and resisted against revealing a smirk less his children indulge in their bad behavior with his unwitting approval. The Creator inhaled the flame and the holly branch extinguished from the sky and fell to the earth.

The Great Creator pondered who of all his children would complete the task he asked of them. Only one of his dog children was left to ask and the Creator knew better than to expect obedience from any of the cats, so he called on his small child Grey Fox.

Grey Fox appeared before her Lord in a whorl of pine leaves and frost.

Grey Fox wasn’t as powerful as Mother Wolf or as tricky as Coyote, but she was small and could slip by her elders lest they attempt to stop her from delivering her prize.

“Grey Fox, whom I love. I ask that you might deliver this to one of my children who although they may not look as you and your elders, they are still of me and to deliver them from suffering is to deliver your Father from suffering.”

Grey Fox knew of man and that man could be deadly, but there was a time when Grey Fox had not eaten as the cold rains had been long in season and not much had grown or could be caught. She had wandered close to a man cave having smelled deer meat. There hidden by brush she watched the man pack eating bloody meats. Amongst the man was a girl kit with copper hair. The girl kit has spied Grey Fox and taking some berries in her one had and meat in the other, snuck off and left food for Grey Fox.

Grey Fox slowly crept out and took the food from the girl kit before running off into the woods. Because of this kindness Grey Fox would fulfill her Lord’s labour.

Grey Fox loved her Father, who was always kind and provided for Grey Fox. She smiled at her Father and joy shone in her eyes. Although he trusted Grey Fox unlike her elders, the Creator couldn’t take the chance that she might drop the stick or have it taken away by Mother Wolf or Coyote, so the Creator tried something new. The Great Creator took the last of the light in his palm and after rubbing his hands together petted the painless fire through Grey Fox’s fur.

Grey Fox shone like a star and quickly turned and fled across Time. Fox appeared in a whorl of pine leaves and frost, beside Mother Wolf’s lake.

Fox sprinted away from her elders although she was sure that she could hear their howls and panting behind her. Fox sprinted as a streak of light past her elder Coyote who watched the race turn into a chase, but thought better of getting involved and lay his head down for a nap.

Fox flew to the ends of the bramble and crouched behind the thicket. She could hear her elders, but they were too far away to catch her. As she slowly crept ahead on her belly towards the cave she saw the copper haired girl.

“Bark!” Cried Fox to the Copper Haired girl. “Bark!” reported Fox. The girl sprinted to the luminous fox and Crouched before her. The girl shielded her eyes against the gentle light before reaching out a hand to pet her new friend.  Fox rubbed her jaw against the girl who would now and forever be blessed with fox luck.

The girls’ father had been watching from the man cave. He saw that they two were friends and knew that this fox delivered the salvation from the Creator their prayers had asked for. Gently taking a branch from a holly tree the father handed the stick to his daughter who smiled at Fox before igniting the stick with her fur.

The branch seared with light and heat. The copper haired girl handed the branch to her father who’s eyes filled with tears and understanding as he took it. Not only had the Great Creator given them the salvation to their prayers, but the fire also departed the knowledge of fire to the man and his daughter.

The Father kneeled and thanked the Fox and the Creator. Tonight there would be a huge feast to thank the Creator for his gift.

“Modraniht.” said the man-father.

“Modraniht.” repeated the copper haired girl. Fox licked her hand before she stood and took her father’s hand.

Having completed her labour Fox began to sprint away from the daughter and father. The last of the light from the Creator streaked away from her as she ran. When she had reached the bramble the light was gone from her fur.

Suddenly there was a commotion of breaking branches and teeth as Mother Wolf and the elder wolves crashed upon Fox. The group tumbled and scrambled before a voice cried out to stop the violence. It was Coyote who was standing on a rise above the frackas.

“Elders. Mother Wolf. You are blinded by rage and grief for the evils that you feel man will do with the Father’s gift. I share your fears, but this is not the small fox that brought man the gift of flame. That fox was grey and black while this fox is unlike any we’ve ever seen.

Mother Wolf and her pack of elders relented and backed away from their victim.

Scared and roughed although not cut or bleeding Fox rose from where she had been forced to the ground.  

Fox stood and righted herself. Mother Wolf stared into her soul with her unforgiving yellow eyes. Seeing that Coyote was correct Mother Wolf snorted and spat on the ground. She and her pack of elders silently walked into the evening before being enshrouded by mist and cold. Coyote lingered for a moment before nodding to Fox and slinking away.

Confused and bruised Fox walked for a bit before coming to a pond to drink from and refresh herself. There she looked onto the still surface of the water and saw her reflection and her bright, beautiful new orange fur.

Orenda pt. 3

Arthur Pendragon Near Eastern King and Legend 

  

Happy? If you've been waiting to binge on the newest television show from comic book writer and magazine Publisher Grant Morrison, then rejoice; Happy! is now streaming on Netflix UK.  The ultra violent and semi-animated show about a child’s imaginary friend come to life is a departure from Morrison's normal foray into superheroes that rub elbows with New Gods although it does maintain the communal theme between the two works of immaterial beings tasked with material challenges.  The New Gods a Jack Kirby creation, are the cosmic superheroes that replaced the Norse gods after  Ragnarok. These von Daniken-like deities participated in a prehistoric divine invasion of early human life.  In this reinterpretation of his Scottish genetic ancestry through the divinely engineered hero Aurakles, Morrison has cast new light onto the origins of Arthurian and Herculean legends. Morrison asserts that his people originated in the Near East and migrated up to the Isle of Man thousands of years ago bringing their history and lineage of heroes with them.  For Morrison this retconned fleshed out the genetic and phenotypic characteristics of Hercules, a self sacrificing hero. This created a template for the acceptance of the Classic Age hero in the Orthodox Church. What is created is a new lense to examine the legends of antiquity through and a new context to place these Western heroes of into.  No longer must Hercules be the blundering strongman of Disney lore,  nor the rapist of university textbooks. Via Morrison’s, "Seven Soldiers"the legendary figure is once again restored to the pious status that won him esteem and acceptance amongst the Mahayana Buddhists of northern India.  Channeled through Aurakles the Hercules of myth is endowed with the familiar gifts of Arthurian legends including Excalibur and Merlin, a magical being of living language. The hero is also gifted with the evolutionary development of the anterior cerebral cortex and the abilities of executive function. Packaging these legends in the modern comic book mega event provides a new vehicle for these almost forgotten truths. 

  

Charles Stuart II the First African American King of England 

  

“Spoilers! I am reborn.” The American Christ raised his black fist to the midnight sky, and Kirby Lines radiated around it. Shiloh, the name of the biblical messiah, the orphaned brother; rose from his grave, alive with his god power. His Highpower.  The Grant Morrison comic mega event from DC comics; Seven Soldiers introduced comics first ethically Black Israelite superhero. Could the film debut of Kendrick Lamar be at hand?  

Black Israelites or Black Hebrews are a group(s) of black Americans, Black Caribbean's and native Americans who identify themselves as the native peoples of Earth and the Chosen People of the god of Abraham. Some groups are listed as Hate groups for their extreme patriarchy and curiously enough, anti-Semitism.  

Black Hebrews do not identify as an African people. They state that they are phonetically different from black Egyptians and Nubian Africans of North Africa. What is it that places this almost 300 year old belief on the radar of anti-hate groups? The Black Hebrews, using the King James Bible, which they cite, is written by Whites, identifies them as the people of legend, royalty and the modern day Israel a product of the Biblical Devil.  

Black aristocrats, and royalty and controversially also kingship lies hidden in the secret history of black Hebrews in Europe. Black Nobility in Europe King Charles Stuart  II; the so called “Black boy” and European art’s; Blue Men all portray individuals with attributes typical of black and Indian peoples. In the case of Charles Stuart II King of England it is also etched into his name since Stuart means, “swarthy” in old English which was also used as “black”. Stuart also has a Hebrew and Scottish meanings, which comes as no surprise since Morrison has already made a connection between his people and their Semitic history in Seven Soldiers.  

In the comic, the world's first superhero, Aurakles has been captured by the villains. Shilo as Mister Miracle attempts to exchange his life for Aurakles freedom. Phantasmically  possessed mobster; Boss Darkseid levels a pistol at the hero and with one bullet to the heart, kills him. This sacrifice maybe more than a story vehicle to progress a plot. As Morrison has used Shilo’s ethnic heritage to reinforce the mechanism of his apotheosis, could the wooly and red haired Aurakles be Shilo’s great great uncle Essau? If so does Shilo freeing Essau recalibrate biblical prophecy and mend those ancient fraternal wounds, or might Morrison be saying that American males are brothers despite their deep historic differences? 

Shilo Norman the mortal superhero is reborn from death, enlivened with a new found governance of the Soul and the mystical qualities it possesses. What is the place of the Soul in this world? Capitalists cannot purchase it outright and must rely on alternative methods to squeeze out any of its caloric content. The Left has all but declared the Soul to be a fiction and an impediment to so-called progress. What about the individual being, are they entitled to their Soul or is it simply property on loan from one cosmic deity or another? As usual the answers are inside.  

  

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Elvis, American Proto-Cosplay Queer 

  

“But I'm a Champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire.” 

-Kayne  

  

G_d extended his melanated finger to the King. “Speak the Word.” commanded Highfather. Elvis lifted his eyes to the etheric glow of the New God as he inhaled through his nose. “$hazam!” The apotheopotic King died on the potty. Lé empereur devient l'étoile. No exact account of Elvis death exist as his zealots have done much with their power and privilege to obscure the truth of his demise at age forty-two.  

Next April fifth, DC Films will debut; “Shazam” the silver screen debut of Capt. Marvel (™) who isn’t the Captain Marvel(™) teased by Sam Jackson in Avengers (™) 3. Choosing to rebrand the original 1939 male character to avoid confusion with the now female Disney/Marvel character. While Disney’s feminist commodity will surely pay dividends, bookended by mega-films The Infinity Wars(™), Shazam (™) isn’t such a sure thing and hangs in a fragile franchise fiasco. If any of the DC studios fail to provide a return, the films are shelved indefinitely as is the case for the next solo Man of Steel(™)film. This franchise needs a hero who just might turn out to be more of an anti-hero. Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson (™) famously let his loyal fan following choose, via Twitter 2014, whether to star as the films titlitur character, or the series villain; Black Adam(™) Voting for the villain triumphed over the hero for demographic champion. Johnson was awarded a solo film in the series, and climbed to stardom with more than a little inspiration from the King.  

The Rock(™) sports a lineage that can be easily traced through pop culture to Elvis. Recently Mr. Johnson performed a medley of Elvis tunes, for the Troops(™) at the USO 2018 Show. The Disney star roleplayed Elvis sans the trademark hair instead opting to reinforce the bald is beautiful look. In Disney’s Moana, Johnson showed the international community his singing chops. The people’s champ (™) did not disappoint, belting out such hits as Hounddog and Jailhouse Rock, all while sporting Elvis’ famous 1977 TCB⚡️(™)farewell tour jumpsuit complete with cape, eagle glyph, and lighting sequence.  

Elvis is a gravitational signitarity of conspiracy theory, and the premier culture generating machine of the American 20th century. From posthumous gas station sightings so numeros Tupac would be or; is envious. One bit of this internet fake news involved Elvis, sensing his death, launches his final flight into stardom clothed in the super hero costume of his childhood hero, Captain Marvel Jr. (™) While the origin story of the world first non-sidekick teen superhero will most certainly be updated én film and subject to copyright ligitistion, the concept of a disadvantaged adolescent empowering himself with just his voice, struck a deep cord in young Elvis’ heart.  The American King, 1977 was ready to sacrifice himself for others. Selflessly patient zero for the now staple American diet of exotic sugars and then expensive gmo produced food and pharmacology, Elvis sacrificed so that rock & roll may live on in the soul of America. Our cultural Champion, adorned in his superhero(™) costume, became the voice of tens of millions of newly inspired individuals.  

He died as close to the truth as shame would allow thus securing his honor. By living free of objectively imposed societal norms, Elvis embodied his inner child and freed himself of any karmatic rosebuddary. Never needing Zeus’ permission, Elvis consoled himself in the immortal pantheon of American stardom.  

Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson abed his honor to the roll of Black Adam in Twitter when he announced his contract signing with DC studios in 2014. The Disney star was recently quoted saying that filming on his stand alone franchise wouldn’t be able to begin until maybe fall 2019, but no promises as his filming slate is very full. Will the Rock invoke the King as the Star shoulders the mantle or “Will the child within [his]heart rise above?”(c)   

  

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