Night Time, My Time (Gravity Falls)

“We’re not gonna talk about Judy”

 
The theater of rational day-consciousness represented by the masculine Apollo is shattered in the "Skyfall" when the previously unknown feminine lunar element, represented by "Judy" within the Mystery-play, is rediscovered 

This is the gypsum-initiation of seeing the Moon Dust in the oncoming Night

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Here comes the night time

Sky Fall

!!!

Falling in space
Will i sit down?
Or go faster and faster?
Into the maybe
Slow down

Right now
I wouldn’t feel anything
When we burst into dust forever
And no angels will help us out
‘Cause they’ve all gone

We are heavy metal lions
They will never understand
The kind of people you or I am
Bow your heads and take your hands

You are angels of the night.
Rock and Roll guardians now
The last keepers of the light

They were angels forever
Forever angels

Paradise is a hell-colored flame sky
Is it nice to feel free and wild?
Paradise is the game of do or die
I just ride

(Can you hear me, Major Tom?)

I can be your china doll, if you'd like to see me fall

I paint my nails black,
I dye my hair a darker shade of brown
Cause you like your women Spanish, dark, strong and proud
I paint the sky black
You said if you could have your way
You'd make a night time of the day
So it'd suit the mood of your soul

Oh, what can I do?
Nothing, my sparrow blue
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh

I paint the house black
My wedding dress black leather too
You have no room for light
Love is lost on you

The Bride Wore Black

Flashback: Triple Hecate Beyoncé declares that her intent and our Destiny is Illumination, and immediately the profane are plunged into the Initiation of darkness

Destiny

Your love is bright as ever (ever, ever, ever)
Even in the shadows (shadows, shadows, shadows)
Baby kiss me (kiss me, kiss me, kiss me)
Before they turn the lights out (lights out, lights out, lights out)
Your heart is glowing (glowing, glowing, glowing)
And I'm crashing into you (into you, into you, into you)
Baby kiss me (kiss me, kiss me, kiss me)
Before they turn the lights out (the lights out)
Baby love me lights out

In the darkest night hour (In the darkest night hour)
I'll search through the crowd (I'll search through the crowd)
Your face is all that I see
I'll give you everything
Baby love me lights out
Baby love me lights out
You can turn my lights out

We don't have forever
Ooh, baby daylight's wasting (wasting, wasting, wasting)
You better kiss me (kiss me)
Before our time has run out
Mmmhh yeah...

Nobody sees what we see
They're just hopelessly gazing

I've lived a lot of different lives
Been different people many times
I live my life in bitterness
And fill my heart with emptiness

Got different people inside my head
I wonder which one that they like best
I'm done with tryin' to have it all
And endin' up with not much at all.

Don't wanna live in fear and loathing
I wanna feel like I am floating
Instead of constantly exploding
In fear and loathing.

And when the time comes along
And the lights run out,
I know where I will belong
When they blow me out.

Ways of Seeing

Pink rays

Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet singing in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you

My old man is a tough man but
He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling Stone



Whatever it is, it feels like
It's laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror
Whatever it is, it's just sitting there laughing at me
And I just wanna scream

The Agony of Solipsism

Self & Other

Pop music, whose message is universal rather than particular, disproves the idea of solipsism exclusively, while also confirming its tenets

(Paradox upon paradox)

The Self is trapped in a hall of mirrors and reflections as the Monster of the Other grows

From all of these various artists we receive the same themes, messages, and statements of intent; for whom is it intended? The one out of a thousand, and two out of ten thousand willing to pass beyond externalized forms of worship?

For the rest, these things will fall upon deaf ears

I and Not-I

Marina Oswald in the Sky with Diamonds

Beauty queen on a silver screen
Living life like I'm in a dream
I know I've got a big ego
I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though

(Ooh) And I'm sad to the core, core, core

You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave

Primadonna girl fill the void up with Celluloid
Take a picture, I'm with the boys
Get what I want 'cause I ask for it
Not because I'm really that deserving of it
Living life like I'm in a play
In the lime light I want to stay

Red and white roses among the thorns:

Marina Oswald lives in obscurity
Jackie Kennedy is the Disney Princess of Camelot

One is unseen, one is seen;
Marina watches Jackie on the television until Lee destroys the eikon



I’m Electra, I’m Electra Heart
Hey! Only living, living in the dark
Lights they blind me!

Can we go back, go back to the start?
Where the Holy Father made his mark
Lights they blind me!

Can we go back?...

Lights they blind me!

For forgiveness you could always pray
Hey! That the sickness it could go away
Lights they blind me!

At the altar would you pay the price?
Would you give your, would you give your life?
Lights they blind me! For forgiveness…

Lights they blind me!



(Do Pop Idols Dream of Electra Sheep?)



Monomyth Monolith

Two girls (Self and Reflektion):

White dress in the Snow (Babalon) is "Snowden"; perceiving and being perceived in PRISM surveillance (something or another at one time way back when)

Black dress sings Disneyland Geisha songs in the center of the revolving Empire (Babylon), "all was lost when her mouth turned green" (shadows of meat)

The white-dressed girl as the Tree meets her end in the car crash of iron as glass shards fly everywhere; i.e. she is splayed out in a Prism (the 30 Pieces of Silver Stardust are retrieved)

The bread is first broken

"Lay her i' th' earth, and from her fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring" (the foundation stone of hell, or heaven)

The black-dressed girl lives on:

As the owls are loosened, Rachel on the Icona Pop Teraphim revolts against her eXOteric worshipers, a Girl on Fire

A withdrawal from sensory eidolons to eternal realities, and back again

Artemis

20 13: Death (by Water)
20 14: Temperance (Girl on Fire, Walk with Me)

Resurrecting dead dogs and dead gods

Aronofsky's The Fountain = one girl (Rachel Weisz = Wise) dying of brain cancer, one girl the fairy-tale Queen in the storybook romance

Miley Cyrus covering "Summertime Sadness" is daylight phenomena veiling the Vision of Sorrow--"Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?"

Paul Fire Walker on the Wild Side (who played "Brian" in F&F) slams into the Fountain's Tree of Life riding his Dark Horse Porsche (the road to Damascus, Syria is fraught with peril)

Hercules immolated on the funeral pyre

Hekaty

Dark Night Mares

Jennifer Connelly in Day the Earth Stood Still

Jennifer Connelly in Salvation Boulevard

Jennifer Connelly in Noah

TROPICO

Let me put on a show for you, tiger

Rabbi Hizkiyah opened (began): “It is said, as a rose among thorns” (Shir HaShirim, 2:2). He asks, “What does a rose represent?” He answers, “It is the Assembly of Israel, meaning Malchut. For there is a rose, and there is a rose. Just as a rose among thorns is tinged with red and white, so does the Assembly of Israel (Malchut) consist of judgment and mercy. . . .”

. . . The color red designates the rose’s connection with the outer, impure forces, which, because of this connection, can suck the strength (Light) from it. This is because nine of her Sefirot are in exile below the world of Atzilut, in the world of Beria, which may already contain impure forces. And the rose also has a color white in its Sefira Keter, for her Sefira Keter is in the world of Atzilut, above the Parsa, where there is no contact with the lower, impure forces. In other words, there are two opposite states: perfection and its absence, Light and darkness. They are felt by him who merits it. (The Zohar)

“. . . Really, it is her creation, from a written form, which is very rare: I don’t know that I can think of one artist that I’ve worked with that really deserves a writing credit, in the sense of being that involved in the initial creation. An artist will tell you, ‘I’d like to do this for this video, or this project,’ but rarely is it that detailed.”

The details, in this case, resulted in a fairly surreal final product: Tropico opens with a conversation in the Garden of Eden between John Wayne, Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, and Jesus, as they discuss humanity with their respective accents. The colors are heavily saturated and full of glaring high-contrast that’s almost harsh, and Del Rey and her co-star, model Shaun Ross, wear leaves as they writhe around the garden. If all of that sounds conceptually bizarre, well, that’s part of the point, according to Mandler.

Mandler, whose “National Anthem” video for Del Rey reimagined both Kennedy’s “Camelot” and his assassination with Del Rey as Jackie and rapper A$AP Rocky as JFK, says that Tropico is inspired by the assassination, and the way it shattered American culture.

“The Americana vision of the last 50 years obviously starts with Kennedy,” he says. “For so many people, it’s almost like the first page of a new Bible--a new testament--when it comes to the idea of pop culture, which was kind of the death of the American icon, and the shattering of the kingdom, and what that spawned.” . . .

“The way that this veneer is pulled back to show something that’s dark underneath has been very influential in Lana’s creative education and music evolution,” he says. “There is this woman who has this outside, and then the songs she sings about represent something completely different. The two don’t really go together, and all the mystery of who she is and where she’s from, and what she’s singing about. There’s that really incredible duality, so with that, kind of framework in mind, we’ve explored different versions of that archetype--the pulling of the veneer, the search for truth in yourself and in the world around you, and ultimately being disappointed in what you have and how you find something better." . . .

“We’re essentially retelling the creation of the universe, but by starting with the pop icons of the '50s and '60s, that will recalibrate any sense of the norm. What we were trying to get to was that Adam and Eve are abolished from the Garden and kind of catapulted into this hell on earth, where nobody really does anything,” he says. “You work in a convenience store, you strip for money, you and your friend do each other’s hair and blow smoke into each other’s face and cheer at a lowrider that goes by--nothing really happens. It’s kind of like this ultimate purgatory, and the thing is, there’s not a deeper sense of faith: You don’t feel like there’s this great moral compass--everybody’s just kind of living for the moment, and it’s paper-thin. To me, that’s a fascinating examination of the result of putting pop culture icons as your pantheon of gods.” (Co.Create)

And the Garden of Eden transformed into the Garden of Evil

Some poets called it the entrance to the underworld, but on some summer nights, it was like paradise

Paradise Lost

Let's change our DNA

You're the King of fear, baby

I'm the Queen of Alchemy

I know a way to make gold by mixing our souls to escape reality 

You can be my higher power baby
I can be your endless USA

Bonnie and Clyde



There's something I have never told you
I'm not really from this world
There's something I have been withholding
I'm not like every other girl

So if you begin to think that my light might be supernatural
I'd have to say alright, you're right mon cher it is
I come from a place that your mind cannot even imagine

Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

You have no room for light
Love is lost on you

Oh, what can I do?
To turn you on or get through to you

Generation Sync . . . a manifesto.

Briefly, I feel that I should take a moment and explain myself . . .

What is this? And, Why?

The particular type of essay that one finds on a blog like this, has no name.  However it has existed as such for some time––say seven years or so. For practicality’s sake, it has been called a “Sync Post” because it’s a kind of writing that appears on a “Sync Blog” and its “forms flow and are all forms and no forms at the same time.” What it truly is, though, is an Information Age critique that brings meaning and connection to the media that comes between us and reality. It’s a decoding of the symbols that translate truth into being.

The authors of these “Sync Pieces” are “pattern recognizers”, Synchronists, and function both as traditional artists, and a little like timeless mystics. Thus, if the phenomena experienced and known as "Sync" is the physical, real world result of the primal, creative, intelligent force of the universe, then these artists are the early observers examining, exploring, experiencing, and trying to understand this fundamental, unifying, flowing intelligence. Of course, in a quantum universe, it is not possible to observe a thing without changing it, because the observer too is part of the thing being observed. "Thou art that" in the Participation Mystique.

It's been stated that the universe is pure information. How then do we “read” it? And what is the meaning of it all? There are those of us who have found a way. (through connections; relationships.) This is not a mash-up––especially in the contemporary, pejorative sense. The creative imagination needed to hunt Black Swans or to intuit the Unknown Unknowns is a finely cultivated art. And this art has value. The practitioners of this discipline revitalize reality itself. They are more than mere hobbyists. More than just "Sync Heads". This is Generation Sync, consciously embodying the meaning of all ages timelessly. This is Sync generation. A generative power. The production and creation of the universe.

~db 2013