Showing posts with label 9/11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 9/11. Show all posts

Saturday, October 21, 2023

17 years ago our eyes were opened

Yesterday morning (October 20), I was reading Whitley Strieber's 1989 Roswell-incident novel Majestic on my phone's Kindle app. I flipped to a new "page" and read:

O that I had clasped my hand and had no intention of letting go. I was damned and I knew it.

That didn't make any sense in context, so I backtracked a couple of lines and read what was actually on the screen.


I occasionally make errors like this, where my mind mis-gestalts a block of text, and have documented several of these on this blog. This one seemed meaningful, though, since the content so strongly suggested a particular passage from the Book of Mormon:

O that we had remembered the Lord our God in the day that he gave us our riches, and then they would not have become slippery that we should lose them; for behold, our riches are gone from us. Behold, we lay a tool here and on the morrow it is gone; and behold, our swords are taken from us in the day we have sought them for battle. Yea, we have hid up our treasures and they have slipped away from us, because of the curse of the land. O that we had repented in the day that the word of the Lord came unto us; for behold the land is cursed, and all things are become slippery, and we cannot hold them. Behold, we are surrounded by demons, yea, we are encircled about by the angels of him who hath sought to destroy our souls. Behold, our iniquities are great. O Lord, canst thou not turn away thine anger from us?

As related in my 2020 post "All things are become slippery," this passage was the subject of a strange experience I had in 2006, when a line from it suddenly popped into my mind, together with the knowledge that the "complete quote" of which it was a part had some extremely unusual mathematical properties, which it did indeed turn out to have. I was an atheist at the time and hadn't touched the Book of Mormon in years, and the whole thing just seemed to come out of nowhere.

What was I doing when I had this 2006 "revelation"? I was worrying about my relationship with the woman I later married (October 20 is our anniversary) and reading The Grays, another Whitley Strieber novel about aliens. (Strieber has written lots of novels and lots of non-fiction books about aliens, but relatively few novels about aliens.)

I thought, "2006. That was 17 years ago." Then I noticed that the publication of Majestic (on September 11, incidentally) was 17 years before that.

That evening, I taught a children's English class. We had just started a new textbook, and I asked everyone to open to page 8. One of the girls for some reason instead opened up to pages 80 and 81 and, delighted by one of the pictures she saw there, help up her book and said, "Teacher, look at this!" It was a Wallace's flying frog, spreadeagled in mid-leap:


Early this morning (October 21), I was at a local coffee shop which always has BBC programs playing on the TV. I happened to glance up at the screen and saw three big vertical bars:


That seemed strange, so I kept watching to see what it meant. As soon as the bars faded from the screen, the next thing to appear was "17 years ago our eyes were opened":


There followed a series of short clips of wildlife: a couple of close-ups of animals' eyes, migrating Monarch butterflies, a jaguar jumping down from a tree, an undersea scene -- and then a spreadeagled Wallace's flying frog!


It was a trailer for Planet Earth III. The name of the program was displayed within an eclipse:


Here's the whole trailer on YouTube:


The rest of the opening sentence is "17 years ago our eyes were opened to the sheer wonder of our planet." On Thursday, one of my students, for an assignment about superlative adjectives, had written: "The Earth is the most beautiful place I know." It's an odd thing to say, since we have no experience of any other place, and it fits in with the "interplanetary" theme of the Strieber novels.

In the Majestic passage I misread, the aliens are causing Will Stone to fly through the air. He flies down low over a soldier and snatches his hat, after which he nearly collides with an enormous alien spacecraft. This made me think, for reasons I trust are obvious, of the Chairlift song "Le Flying Saucer Hat":


The song mentions celebrating the "universal eclipse," which is a link to the BBC trailer:


It's also a strong sync with a video I happened to watch last night, in which eclipse-like imagery was a symbol of totality ("l'eclipse universelle"). I haven't finished the video yet. As it happens, I stopped just at the moment of the eclipse and then went to bed, planning to finish it later.


Here's the video:



Note added:

When I was writing this post, I originally wrote, "2006. That was 17 years ago. Time flies"  -- but then I deleted the last two words because they were trite and not really true. People say "time flies" to express surprise that a great deal of time has elapsed in what feels like a much shorter time, but I have no such feeling. My experiences of 2006 feel like they were, yeah, about 17 years ago.

When I posted this I added the tag "Chairlift" and was surprised to notice that this was not the first post thus tagged. When had I mentioned Chairlift before? In my November 2021 post "Bee like a sunflower." In that post, I write:

"Bee like a sunflower" -- because it begins with an insect/verb pun followed by the word like -- made think of "Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana."

An added note at the end of the post (like the one you're reading now) said:

I found a dude wearing a sombrero . . . Only later did I remember that the line "Time is flying like an arrow" occurs in the TMBG song "Hovering Sombrero."

I then included a video of "Hovering Sombrero" and -- apparently just because it was another song about a flying hat, "Le Flying Saucer Hat."

In the present post, I mention that Majestic was published on September 11, 1989. "Hovering Sombrero" is from the album Mink Car, which was released on September 11, 2001.

"Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana" is normally attributed to Groucho Marx. This morning -- after writing most of this post but before adding this note -- I taught from a textbook page which used a picture of Groucho and Harpo to illustrate the meaning of comedy.


When did Groucho say that "time flies" line, though? I pretty much have all the Marx Brothers movies memorized, and I can't place it. A search turned up this:

This line has been attributed to the famous comedian Groucho Marx, but I have never seen a solid citation. Would you please explore this topic?

Reply from Quote Investigator: QI has not yet found any substantive evidence that Groucho Marx used the comical line under examination. He died in 1977, and he received credit for the line by 1989.

By 1989.


Second note added:

The last thing the BBC trailer begins with "our eyes were opened" and ends (just before the logo in an eclipse is shown) with a clip of a rhinoceros walking through a city street:


I remembered that a few years ago a sync post had featured a text from the Douay-Rheims Bible in which Balaam mentions a rhinoceros. I found the post, "A bit of political prognostication from a correspondent -- plus rhinoceroses!" -- posted on December 14, 2020 (also the first mention of Joan of Arc on this blog). The passage about Balaam was from the daily Mass reading for that date:

He took up his parable and said: Balaam the son of Beor hath said . . . The hearer of the words of God hath said, he that hath beheld the vision of the Almighty, he that falleth, and so his eyes are opened:

How beautiful are thy tabernacles, O Jacob, and thy tents, O Israel! . . . God hath brought him out of Egypt, whose strength is like to the rhinoceros (Num. 24:3-5, 8).

Now get this: That video I watched half of? I've finished it. Absolutely central to it is an eclipse that took place on December 14, 2020!

I know I'm a bit jaded, but that is one hell of a coincidence even by my standards!

Monday, March 13, 2023

Sync: Near the day of purification, there will be cobwebs spun back and forth in the sky

Last night I watched the latest video from LXXXVIII finis temporis, about the 1968 movie What's So Bad About Feeling Good and how it foreshadowed the birdemic. There are some pretty striking links there, and I highly recommend the video:

In the movie, the mayor of New York considers force-pecking all the citizens but thinks the people won't go for it, so they instead decide to treat everyone secretly by mixing an inhalable cure into all the gasoline, diesel, and jet fuel and releasing it into the atmosphere as air pollution.

Near the end, there's a shot of an airliner with clouds of exhaust coming out of it, with the implication that this is one of the ways the cure is being spread. This led one commenter to write "They put 'The Cure' in the chemtrails."

The commenter's handle is Batman. See my last post, "Are you not entertained?"

This morning, I started reading the H. G. Wells story "The Valley of Spiders," which I haven't finished yet. So far, we have three hombres riding through a valley when they see this:

And then he saw first one and then a second great white ball, a great shining white ball like a gigantic head of thistledown, that drove before the wind athwart the path. These balls soared high in the air, and dropped and rose again and caught for a moment, and hurried on and passed, but at the sight of them the restlessness of the horses increased.

Then presently he saw that more of these drifting globes -- and then soon very many more -- were hurrying towards him down the valley.

They became aware of a squealing. Athwart the path a huge boar rushed, turning his head but for one instant to glance at them, and then hurling on down the valley again. And at that all three stopped and sat in their saddles, staring into the thickening haze that was coming upon them.

"If it were not for this thistle-down --" began the leader.

But now a big globe came drifting past within a score of yards of them. It was really not an even sphere at all, but a vast, soft, ragged, filmy thing, a sheet gathered by the corners, an aerial jelly-fish, as it were, but rolling over and over as it advanced, and trailing long cobwebby threads and streamers that floated in its wake.

"It isn't thistle-down," said the little man.

Going from the title of the story, I'm going to assume that these objects have "long cobwebby threads" because they are cobwebs -- cobwebs flying through the air.

This evening, I glanced at /x/, and one of the threads caught my attention because it had a picture of the Maid of Orléans and said "Say something nice about Joan of Arc, /x/." I clicked in spite of myself. The first few comments were about the level I was expecting -- "she cute" -- "most based woman ever" -- so I was going to close the tab, but then this caught my eye:

Why was this posted in a thread about Joan of Arc? I don't know, probably the same reason Gay Pride Batman saying "Are you not entertained?" was posted in a thread about Yahweh. However it got there, it's a reference to chemtrails as cobwebs in the sky.

The LXXXVIII finis temporis video focuses mainly on the birdemic, but it also points out several 9/11 references in What's So Bad About Feeling Good. September 11, 2001, was just two weeks before Yom Kippur, making it "near the day of purification."

I wrote this in a comment on my own "Are you not entertained?" post -- the one featuring Gay Pride Batman:

Russell Crowe is etymologically “red crow,” not too conceptually dissimilar to a rainbow bat. Ted Hughes called the crow “a black rainbow.” Crowe has played Noah, a link to the dark arc/ark.

"A link to the dark arc/ark" is obviously also a link to Jeanne d'Arc. Joan was also the creator of the first rainbow flag.

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

My dream on the eve of September 11, 2001

This is really weird, and I'm still not exactly sure how it happened, but last night I was trying to type a web address into my browser, and some combination of typing errors and an autocomplete function with a really long memory caused the browser to bring up a Wayback Machine archive of something I had published on a long-defunct GeoCities website on September 12, 2001. I still have no idea how that happened. I have no memory of ever visiting the archive of that site, or if I have it can't have been at all recently, and my browsing history backs me up on that: no record of ever having visited it before last night, and yet somehow the autocomplete function on that same browser served it up.

This obviously indicates the hand of the sync fairies, or of other unseen agencies, so I'm posting it here.

This, unmodified, is what I wrote in my personal journal the day after the attack. As you can tell by reading it, I wasn't planning on posting it on the Internet -- but, for some reason, I now feel like I ought to.

9:30 a.m. Wednesday 12 September 2001

I've been working on my alife insects -- I can't call them ants now, since they're all able to reproduce -- and yesterday morning I was putting some finishing touches on the program when Dad came in the door in a great hurry and told me the news: Hijacked airliners had been crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. It took a second to register. At first it was just another news item, just another terrorist attack. Dad's breathlessness over it all helped me realize (academically, anyway) just what a monumental event had just occurred. "It's not going to be the same America after this," he kept saying. He may be right. I don't know. Who can say at this point just what the fallout will be?

Everything was canceled. João came home early because LCC was closed for the day. Institute was canceled. Mom and Dad's meetings were canceled. Everything stood still. The ambient attitude was that to go about one's daily activities after what had just happened would be in very poor taste. Everyone should stop everything, watch the news, and spend the day thinking about the disaster. I didn't. I went about my day. I didn't feel a need to dwell on the incident -- but that evening, when I went on the Internet, my attitude began to change. Every site I went to had some acknowledgment of the disaster. Every blog had an entry -- or several entries -- about it. Arts and Letters Daily had "Jesus Wept" written in place of their usual "Veritas odit moras" motto. Even Google had an attack-related addition to its bare-bones page. Jorn Barger (of Robot Wisdom), pro-Palestinian in his opinions, had a link to pictures of the attack, with the linktext "If you want peace, work for justice." After reading all that, I felt that my blog, too, should acknowledge the disaster -- unless I wanted to look completely heartless. But I had nothing to say about it. I linked to the BBC story, using the date as the linktext and making no commentary. Then I deleted the post, thinking it artificial. That was the idea behind my new blogging style, right? I'm not linking or writing out of a sense of duty -- I'm linking when there's something to link, writing when there's something to write. A link to news about the attack would be pointless: who hasn't read it already? So now my blog doesn't acknowledge the attack at all, and probably won't -- unless I end up writing an article with some substance, which I most likely won't. Why should I let a terrorist leave footprints in my blog?

I feel no sadness, no anger, no hatred -- only a sense of unreality and occasionally a black, empty feeling. It still doesn't feel real. The pictures don't look real; they look like something from a movie. The stories seem to be straight out of a novel. The feeling of emptiness was with me on and off all day yesterday. It was with me from the time I woke up -- before I knew anything about the disaster. It was a new kind of feeling, and as I tried to clothe it in words all my ridiculous brain could come up with was a cheesy line from Star Wars: "I feel a great disturbance in the force...."

Part of me wants to call it precognition or some such, but I think it more likely that the dark feeling was a leftover from the disturbing dreams I had had that night. I dreamed I was shot. An unshaven, black-haired man was putting a new magazine in his machine gun, and we were laughing at him -- laughing because he was a bad shot, and could never get us. The people who were with me -- my friends -- told me to lay down on the ground and demand to be shot, and I did. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I threw myself on the ground and said, "Just shoot me! Now!" And he did -- that's not what was supposed to happen. There was a sharp report, and I felt the bullet bite into my back, just to the left of my spine. My thoughts were running at a frantic pace: "He just shot me! Am I going to die? Am I ready? Of course I am going to die... and of course I am ready... it's over... it's finally over...." The bullet entered my heart, and a dark, warm, paralyzing feeling swept over me. I felt myself lose consciousness, lose identity, and everything was black and silent and timeless. The last thing I heard before I disappeared was my friends' laughter.

This syncs to some extent with the recent dream I recounted in "Many sparrows, again, and various other sync links." In that dream, an FBI agent I had known as a child came to my house, and I thought, "That's Mr. Graff from the FBI. I'd better go with him," and got in the backseat of his car -- effectively "arresting myself" instead of being arrested by force. Reacting to an FBI visit that way is somewhat akin to reacting to a gunman by lying on the ground and demanding to be shot.

The link that really got my attention, though, was that in the 2001 dream "we were laughing at him -- laughing because he was a bad shot, and could never get us." The reason I posted my recent FBI dream was that a sync related to clay sparrows had made me think of clay pigeons, which made me think of skeet shooting -- the one form of shooting at which the otherwise omnicompetent, Chuck Norris-like Mr. Graff was a spectacularly bad shot.

Ace of Hearts

On the A page of Animalia , an Ace of Hearts is near a picture of a running man whom I interpreted as a reference to Arnold Schwarzenegger....