Thursday, August 27, 2009

Beyonce as Oshun Panchangara (part 1: aesthetics)


I'd like to start off by linking to an essay I presented last semester in a class. Of course, due to page and reference length, it only scratches the surface of what I really wanted to say but I'll link it just to show how I felt about this concept BEFORE I dug deeper into illuminati/masonic Luciferianism and MK Ultra....

Here's a pretty good site giving decent explanations of some basics aspects of Oshun....


The pathway to sensual liberation is feeling comfortable in your own skin, comfortable enough to express and access power through your physical form, comfortable enough with your own nakedness. Oshun revels in the feel of Her body. She is fluid, like water; she loves to swim, dance, writhe naked and bathe naked. She’s fond of finer things and nice jewelry and loves the feeling of jewelry jangling on Her body. Oshun gets turned on by Her own image and loves to gaze at herself in the mirror. It is said She wears a mirror on Her belt so She can admire herself! If you are daring enough to explore your own body with the intention to love and appreciate it, let Oshun be your guide.

http://shawnacohen.tripod.com/thetribaltraditions/id63.html



This is my all time favorite performance of Erykah's. She is a child of Oshun, meaning Oshun is the orisha that rules her head, whom she shares attributes with, and whose mysteries she would learn if she were crowned/initiated....She seems to really channel the Oshun energy here, even a couple of times seeming to have Oshun descend upon her (watch for her holding her head and semi-grimacing: that ain't just a headache)

Here, this song seems to me to describe a woman without boundaries, the Sacred Harlot. The panties she lacks seems a euphamism for the inhibitions she lacks or the need to circumcise her sexuality in the face of propriety: she even exposes herself/unleashes her sacred sexuality in the church, in front of the repressive patriarchy that would have her bound. And her line "fellas if ya can't afford it, I think ya need to videotape record it" reminds me of Beyonce's "video phone" where she puts herself on display as the Image of the sex goddess for those who are not divine enough to really tangibly claim her and therefore would only desecrate her in their ignorance (i.e. "if you want to feel me, better be divine" in Erykah's "Kiss me" above)

Here Beyonce is channeling Oshun and Josephine Baker who, i feel, would have been a child of Oshun but more probably the Vodoun Erzulie Freda for reasons and specifics I won't go into here...notice the golds/yellows, Oshun's signature colors, the wild dancing indicative of Oshun and the coy, laughing sensuality

personally, I feel the Destiny's Child "Fulfilled" album/tour days and the B'Day album/tour era was the last time Beyonce was REAL. I feel she was much more human, warmer, still fake and ruthless and brainwashed but you could definietely see and feel more emanating from her, especially in her live performances. Nowadays it seems she's further descended into Luciferian realms and is totally soul-less and truly robotic as she continuously reminds us in her videos. But in B'day, I really felt Oshun's energy coming through, the African force whereas nowadays Beyonce seems much more dead and dry and a more "white" caricature of herself.

Notice during this medley, she endters dressed in all white, like a true santera or even an initiate. She ascends the pyramidal platform amidst the African drums as the Queen Bee she is (or Queen of the Bees, Oshun) with her followers/devotees. The song's choreography is indicative of a sexual ritual/orgy and you can see the Spirit feeding off of the increasingly hot energy from the dancers, beyonce herself, and the fans. You can see her getting "more into it" or "more Sasha coming out"...I always equated Sasha with Oshun anyway, before she gave it a last name and manufactured and caricatured it to where it is a soul-less mime of grotesque sexualkity now where it was before, during these days, more organic and joyfully teasing as Oshun does...

Now, Oshun has fully descended it would seem as she leaves her white garmet and bursts out in the gold of Oshun, covered, it seems, in the golden honey that is in the myths the metaphor for Oshun's sexuality as we see her glistening with sweat, glowing skin, and the honey-gold of her outift...notice at the end she says "ladies, get 'em" and the background dancers, her followers, then enact highly sexual solo dances of their own, much like the followers whose souls she takes in the Sasha Fierce and Demon Possession series on youtube and OrangeMoon's series concluding the same....

Sasha or Oshun?

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Ophelia's Curse


The Rite of Lilith is a Tantric and magical ceremony of Chthonic working, as the true archetype of Lilith is sex and death. Lilith is embodied by metaphysical and mystical origins of diverse ancient cultures. Adored and feared by mortals as the Sumerian Lilitu {also the Hand of Inanna}, Babylonian Lamashtû {Daughter of Anu}, Akkadian Ardat-lili, the Hellenistic Hecate, or the Hindu Kali, it is black Lilith whom enshrouds over our eyes the Veil of Death. She is the personification of the Scarlet Woman. Those who transcend psychosexual modes of deviance, and overcome religious memes will breed new paradigms, and a new race, a new psychology, a new code of genetics completely unknown to contemporary Man. Her womb produces only those whose veins retain Her Imperial blood…and hidden words. Man trembles at the thought of the Scarlet Woman as sexual rival. A true initiated Brother sees the Scarlet Woman with Heaven’s eye of blood.

Lilith, in all her mythic emulations, and cultural prototypes, is not here to ‘prune’ the sexual mania of Man. She is here to harvest it! In the seeds of sperm and ovum, the psychosexual and cultural lineage of Lilith retains Imperial Blood. The curse of Ophelia will be known to all Mankind. The Rite of Lilith presents to the reader a device to prospect unexplored, uncharted psychological and religious memes of the Goddess dominant. Lilith’s Rite is a chthonic reenactment of Sumerian and Akkadian mythos, designed to embed in the psyche memes equal to patrilineal religious pantheons, with the sacred feminine as Initiator and Fiat of Mankind’s “salvation.”


I'll come back to Lillith in the future, as well as Ophelia...



HAMLET
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;....
--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
OPHELIA
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLET
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
HAMLET
Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA
My lord?
HAMLET
Are you fair?
OPHELIA
What means your lordship?
HAMLET
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIA
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?
HAMLET
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.
OPHELIA
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
OPHELIA
I was the more deceived.
HAMLET
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
......
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell.
OPHELIA
O heavenly powers, restore him!
HAMLET
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.

Exit

OPHELIA
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

....personally, i liked Stiles' portrayal best, even though I don't like her as an actress nor any of her movies. Winslet close second. I actually never saw an actress portray Ophelia the way I saw her but...she's different in every woman.

Friday, August 21, 2009

True Blood and Dionysus (Preview)

Okay. so...I'm a little ticked off. Somehow my internet mysteriously disappeared. Apparently it's working fine, the modem and IP address are fine, my service provider has no clue why I'm not connected. There's no explanation for why I cannot go to any website. None. At. All.

....I could think many suspicious thoughts but....I doubt I'm that significant. I just find an irritating coincedence that my internet goes down the day of the "Run This Town" video premiere I wanted to blog about and, coming over to a friend's house to steal his extra slow internet, I had to subject myself to episodes of his favorite show "true Blood" but found a world of ideas for an analytical post. Unfortunately, this computer is tooooo slow. I will not even attempt to provide a full in depth post with links and pictures/screen captures and embedded youtube videos. That takes long enough as it is on my regular connection speed, let alone on this trash.

So! Notes! and prayers that my internet will return within the week so I can continue fully....

**these are notes i hastily scribbled to flesh out later

Dionysus: horned god...."horny"=lustful/aroused...lingual-mythological association....Maryann the witch, a maenad, servant of Dionysus....orgiastic, raging, drunken, violent revelry in black-eyed trance and a bull mask...."they call her lillith, isis, gaia"=maryanna, servant of satan/baphomet, horned god whose worship under many names includes "free love" (chanrles manson called his love too...and the hippies' so-called love included dionysian/satanic abandon into increasingly perverse sex and drugs) which welcomes "opening ones mind" and returning to "nature" or base animal instincts to wildly and thoughtlessly indulge in sex, increasingly casual/irreverent/violent/perverse, gluttony of food-- leading in many cases to cannibalism, a fave practice of satanists and indeed seen in the dionysian worship as his maenads tore each other apart with hands and teeth (also seen in the next episode as maryann feeds tara and eggs the heart in the "hunter's souflee")....demons always need blood in sacrifice and see how it manifests in rich luciferian elites' bloodthirst (i.e. the mason in "from hell", eating the raw/extra bloody steak...the eating of blood prohibited by the true god in the bible torah and quaran...he also killed he prostitute threats to the crown increasingly gruesomely to satisfy the bloodlust)...after tara and eggs eat the souflee, they become violent and arouse each other by physically beating each other....brings to mind chris brown and rihanna's reportred wild rough sex and bondage....S&M="pain is pleasure" mentality and slave-handler relationship (i.e. "dita"/madonna in song "Erotica") and mk ultra mental switch through trauma to associate pain with love (i.e. ja rule's album "pain is love")....

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Masturbation or Lesbianism?

Ok. So I KNOW someone out there remembers this gem from the 2001-2002 season. The common, programmed interpretation of this song is that it is a cute little ode to self-love. That's questionable enough in and of itself. However, upon closer inspection, one may find an even more objectionable meaning. This post is dedicated to my dear long ago friend "illingstrong" who, in 8th grade, was laughed at for gasping, "I thought this song was about being gay!" Maybe she was onto something even then....let's observe:

First, can we take a moment to note MISSY is in the video and produced? She, I believe, is a high ranking illuminati puppet and programmer for female artists like Aaliyah, Lil Mo, Nicole Wray and 702...if not specifically FOR them, she is a programmer for someone. And underground there is talk of her being a big lesbian and gets well around the ladies of the industry. (I never found that surprising. I ALWAYS, even as a child, thought she was gay. Who she think she foolin!??!) Plus, her own videos are very symbolic but I refuse to subject myself to them because I loathe her...I will instead focus on this one and try not to shudder when she pops up in the screen.


[Verse 1]
Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quater to three [really? a quarter to 3am? the witching hour? so by the time you set your keys down, kicked off your shoes, got out those clothes, you were well into the demonic magic hour to begin your ritual right? yes. yes you were]
Still so high [yes, drugs are known to leave you open for possession, especially by lustful spirits]
Hypnotized [nice choice of words, Tweet...of course you were. by Missy, perhaps?]
In a trance [perfect "meditative" state to be in for this sex rite]
From this body, so butter and brown and tantalizing["this" body, not "my" body?]
You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath [why? shook from the shock of a lesbian encounter or encounter with a female lust demon/succubus?]

[Chorus:]
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my legs ["some kinda touch"...implying it's still not her own; an unknown touch; perhaps an unseen touch? a spirit?]
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be? [maybe Lillith?]

I tried and I tried to avoid
but this thing was happening
Swollow my pride
Let it ride and party [she knows this is wrong (whether the lesbian encounter or communing with the demoness) but is compelled to continue]
But this body felt just like mines [again, "this" body...felt just like hers because it's NOT hers, but a body similar, meaning another female body]
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself [a "reflection"? being possessed by her own alter ego and, thus, a reflection? a reflection meaning a ssimilar looking body which is female? or a reflection because the spirit has taken her own guise?]
That's why I couldn't catch my breath [hyperventilation often occurs to move into trance and, thus, open oneself to spirits; sex magic(k) obviously takes advantage of the heavy breathing occuring due to arousal and/or the laborious activity to sex itself to open up]

[Chorus:]

[Missy]
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down

**[notice when she looks over to the left in the video, she seems to look towards Missy as Missy sings/raps these lines, again implying she is looking at another woman as her "reflection"]

[Chorus 2x:]
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my legs
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Ooh My



hmm....sinister looking ice castle/hotel


something looking curiously like the antichrist shield


oh, how nice: a pyramid

waiting for the witching hour to begin


why would the editor choose to randomly focus on her pager device? is someone sending her a message? a trigger? telling her they're on the way?


the twinned dual dancers (light skinned/dark skinned duality)


hmm...same sex leg caressing as she says "some kind of touch caressin my legs"? I thought you were by yourself, Tweet? nice subtle hint thanks to the dancers (I find background dancers and often their dance steps/'ography give away the real meanings because they often have nothing to do with the supposed cover up story of the songs)


lookin over to the left at her reflection/partner/seducing spirit


how fun! more sex partners...i mean, dancers. more duality. double duality, i could say. and, would you look at that? 4 dancers + tweet= 5 women. Nice balance, don't you find?


looks like a lesbian orgy to me


is that a clock on the wall? they focus on it throughout the video but not too clear...


this sillhouetted figure appears again and again throughout the video. is it tweet? is it her partner? why is her face obscured? why the shadow? could it be representing that it is indeed a spirit, Tweet's "shadow self" Jungian alter ego? the shapeshifting, disembodied sex demoness?