I wear my sunglasses...indoors

Too bright
Deerfield Beach, FL, December 2008
Photo by Zach Levy

You never quite know what you're going to get when you hand the camera off to one of the kids. And that's why I love putting it in their hands and seeing what comes back.

I've long ago gotten past the point of worrying that they'll somehow damage it. Sure, a digital SLR with an attached grip and flash unit is a lot heavier and cumbersome than a pocketable camera. I have the occasional fleeting fear that they'll snap the thing in two at the hot shoe. But our kids have grown up with cameras in their midst, so they're familiar enough with my equipment that they know how to hold it, to balance it, to use it to tell a story.

Besides, we buy cameras to use, not to coddle.

So with my in-laws' condo buzzing with extended family, all there to celebrate a very special birthday, I decided now was as good a time as any for our eldest son to enjoy some behind-the-lens time. He'd been asking for it all morning, and I thought it might be nice to have two free hands for a change.

True to Levy form, he was able to capture moments that most folks would typically miss. He quietly moved around the fringes of the room, shooting in and drawing little attention to himself. Later, we had just as much fun reviewing his pictures as he did actually taking them. All in all, it was one of those small moments in the life of our family when I realized our kids are slowly, inevitably absorbing little bits of us as they begin to plot their own way through the world.

Neat.

Your turn: Do you hand your camera to others? What happens when you do?

One more thing: Thematic Photographic continues to celebrate glassy-themed pics. If you've got one you'd like to share, head here.

Old glass eye

Light my way
Deerfield Beach, FL, December 2008

About this photo: Tonight, on a very special Thematic Photographic, we look more deeply, or through, the medium of glass. Are you feeling glassy, too? Click here for more.

I can't explain why my eyes are attracted to old cars like moths to a flame. Every time I see one on the street, I imagine what the world must have been like when it was first made, and what it took to ensure it survived all these years. In an age when cars have been homogenized by aerodynamics, focus groups and marketing types who wouldn't know the difference between motor oil and cooking oil, it's heartening to come across a piece of rolling history from an era when cars - and our lives - were so much simpler.

I'm sure I oversimplify things, of course. Nostalgia can do that. We forget the negatives and focus on the positives as the passage of time casts a deepening sepia tone over our memories. We ignore the messy mechanics and frequent breakdowns of the era, choosing instead to think about the adventures these often-dangerous machines opened up to us all.

The average Toyota Corolla could shame any one of these vehicles in reliability and efficiency, but I doubt it could ever make our hearts skip a beat as effectively as this half century-old piece of Detroit iron.

Your turn: Your first car. Please discuss.

Symbolic logos - The History Channel, Verizon and the right triangle

I'm still in the midst of the series on "The Iron Giant" (No - really!) and am at the present time still pretty focused on a collateral study, a major update to what I've posted about pharmakeia. Until it's ready to post I'm continuing with some important peripheral items. First up, some links of interest.

Clinton evolves into Obama's `Mr Fix It'

Here's another striking revelation on the number 9, the single digit number representing the Beast and his mark, a triple helix DNA transformation strategy of Satan. Remember, the iron giant was dismembered in that movie heavily identified with the number nine and its theme. US actor cuts off neighbor's head, then kills friend
"Daniel Wozniak, who recently starred in the lead role as Guido Contini in the musical "Nine" at a theatre company, is accused of dismembering the body of Samuel Herr, 26, on May 21, leaving his torso at the Los Alamitos Joint Forces Training Base and scattering the limbs and head in a park. "

Human-animal hybrids in life vs. death struggle

Scientist infects himself with computer virus
"Our research shows that implantable technology has developed to the point where implants are capable of communicating, storing, and manipulating data," Gasson said in a news report. "This means that, like mainstream computers, they can be infected by viruses, and the technology will need to keep pace with this so that implants, including medical devices, can be safely used in the future."

Census workers can enter your apartment in your absence

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The other day a friend pointed out the recently updated logo of The History Channel. I've been considering what that might mean for a while, and now I'd like to share some insight into that and a related logo, Verizon's, which has an important symbolic element in common with that of The History Channel.



The History Channel logo presents a large golden letter H as its main feature. We think "History," of course, but it really signifies Horus on a deeper level, the featured god of The History Channel's backers. The golden color is one clue, which is the color of the statue's head, Nebuchadnezzar, the king of Babylon, in Daniel 2. In Isaiah 14 a figure is used where the king of Babylon is a metaphor for Satan. And, Satan is associated with Horus as the dragon is to the Beast in Revelation 13. This compares to another Horus identity, the golden Apollo in this poster promoting the 1936 "Nazi" Olympics.

The Roman Catholic Church, which preserves the Horus worship tradition in many ways, presents the solar disk where we see The History Channel's font type for the H in use. The IHS has nothing to do with the son of the Most High Yahweh, but everything to do with Isis, Horus and Set, a trinity of gods worshiped in their Egyptian identities. The "christian" cross on the crossbar of the letter H is the Triple Tau cross.

This Triple Tau cross emblem, placed in the center of a triangle and circle -- both emblems of the Diety -- constitutes "the jewel of the Royal Arch" as practiced in England, (pictured in a Masonic patch on the right) where it is so highly esteemed as to be called the "emblem of all emblems," and "the grand emblem of Royal Arch Masonry."

You see on the left another popular Roman Catholic version of the IHS solar disk that features an additional layer of occult symbolism, highlighting the triple helix DNA transformation that is such a key element in the scheme being signaled. Like The History Channel, their version of HISTORY is all about honoring Horus and preparing for His return.

The stylized H of The History Channel logo has four deltas within, two pointing up and two down, one pair in each pillar. Each opposing pair signals the sons of god with the daughters of men.

The red elements are three in number and they are mixed with the white, signaling the triple helix blend of white divine sons with red earth Adamic daughters of men. When watching the History Channel and the logo is presented, these elements are added in a sequence to the H. The long base suggests one pyramid partly enclosing the Horus H, if you trace the lines suggested by the angled ends to a point. That point is at the top of the H crossbar. The two elements at the lower left by themselves form a right-pointing delta, which isn't really a signal delta in the default alignment because it points neither up nor down. However it is a right triangle. When these two on the left are considered together with the third red line on the bottom, another right triangle is formed.

Right triangles are signaling what is generally attributed to Pythagoras by the occult societies. The vertical element typically signifies the heavenly sons of god and the horizontal, the daughters of men, with the hypotenuse representing their union - the triple-helix offspring.

For the right pointing triangle of The History Channel logo, the hypotenuse itself is vertical, so it seems a little weak compared to similar symbols.

Another popular occult logo featuring a right triangle belongs to Verizon Wireless. It includes a red right triangle that means the same as every other Pythagoras version used for signaling Satan's schemes. Theirs is aligned so it resembles a check mark, seeming to signal "ok." Notice how the letter Z is called out, which should be familiar to those of you who follow this blog. Zeus. Z for Zeus, equivalent to Osiris, aka Satan, the serpent, dragon and father of Horus/Apollo/Jupiter, etc.

These images are from some promotional marketing materials I received in the snail mail a few months back. Real subtle, eh?

"The Technological Transformation Has Begun." Hint. Hint.

"Get Ready to Rule the World." Hint Hint.

Yeah, we get it. Brag, Brag, Brag. The Zeus/Horus ploy will bring the Beast and the mark of the Beast. But yet, my God reigns in truth and His kingdom is in Heaven now and will come on Earth as it is in Heaven - soon!

9) wherefore, also, God did highly exalt him, and gave to him a name that [is] above every name,
10) that in the name of Jesus every knee may bow -- of heavenlies, and earthlies, and what are under the earth --
11) and every tongue may confess that Jesus Christ [is] Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
Philippians 2:9-11 (Young's Literal Translation)

Addendum

Just after I posted this blog I checked my email. The first thing I noticed was the email from Verizon Wireless - the "Media Store Newsletter" they spam their subscribers with. This doesn't really need commentary does it? It's just so much more of the same. Oh, Lord. What an onslaught.

Draw those who will be saved, Lord. Draw them near and love them up big.

Splattered window

After the rain
Bowling Green, OH, December 2008

On our way down to Florida a while back, we found ourselves surrounded by an ice storm of epic proportions. We had tried to roll out early to beat it out of Ontario, but a few hours south of home, it became apparent Mother Nature would win this one. So we pulled into a hotel in Bowling Green, Ohio - our traditional first-day breakfast stop and the kind of sleepy university town that postcards are made of - and hunkered down for the night.

When morning broke, the world was covered in slushy water and ice, and we'd ultimately spend another few hours driving through the tail end of the storm before blue skies would finally smile on us. Before we hit the road, I wanted to freeze (ha!) the moment somewhat. I wanted to remember what it felt like to be shepherding my family through such a challenging sequence of weather on the way to family and friends. The good stuff loomed a long way down the road, but for now, we were thankful to have the opportunity to experience another chapter in the adventure that is us.

Your turn: What do you see through this window?

An iPad ate my blog

Same blog. New medium.
Richmond Hill, ON, April 2010

I put precious little effort into maintaining the visuals of my blog. I use a standard template that's been barely modified since I first chose it, oh, about five years ago. I know it's dowdy, but my philosophy has never been to wow folks with my web coding skills. The sad truth is I have none. Sure, I can tweak code in a pinch, but I haven't mastered CSS, XML, Flash or any other known online development language or tool. I'm a writer, not a programmer, so instead of spending time making a pretty template, I've chosen to focus on words and pictures instead.

Lame, I know.

Still, I get a little thrill whenever I see my blog on a screen that I wouldn't normally use. For example, I find it incredibly freeing to walk into an Apple Store and load up Written Inc. on one of their big-screen iMacs. I like to stand back and see if total strangers will actually read it. I do the same thing at Best Buy, or any other quasi-public space that has freely-accessible, Internet-connected browsers.

I'll often take pictures of the result because, well, I find it neat to look at the familiar through a new lens. Sometimes, the vessel does indeed make what it holds look and feel just a little different. So when my brother-in-law handed me his brand spanking new iPad, there was never any question what I'd do with it first.

Incidentally, May 28th is a big day here in Canada, as the iPad will finally be available at retail here. Canucks who pre-ordered their units earlier this month should be getting them just in time for the weekend. It isn't the second coming and it won't clean up the Gulf of Mexico or make electric cars suddenly affordable. But it remains one of the more exciting tech introductions of the year, and it makes me sound somewhat interesting at parties. Otherwise, I'd be all over the guacamole. And we wouldn't want that.

Your turn: Tell us about one time when you looked at something familiar in a new way.

About this photo: We're supporting Thematic Photographic's second week of looking at (into? Through?) glass. Click here to share your own glassy vision.

Thematic...continued

It's been a busy week in Pitkinville, so you may have noticed my relative lack of writing here on the blog. Between killing birds on the highway and kickstarting the workweek after an extended long weekend in a faraway place, I've been falling asleep with my netbook in my lap and waking up to a blank screen and a wet nose belonging to a dog badly in need of a post-midnight walk.

In light of my light-writing week, I've decided to extend the current Thematic Photographic theme, glassy, by a week. I've still got lots to share, and I hope you do, too. I'm also inviting you to suggest themes for next week: I shouldn't have all the fun, after all.

More later. For now, it's time to get some life stuff done. Soon...

Part 10 - "The Iron Giant" signaling the Beast agenda

Here's a link of interest, presented by a sister in the Lord who is awake and watching and seeing some remarkable things develop. The 2012 London Olympics Mascots (Blog: "Wake Up People!")

Once again, I'm returning to "The Iron Giant" (1999 - Warner Brothers), a vehicle of antichrist promotion that conceals and reveals the epic scheme of the serpent Lucifer. I'm continuing to work on a collateral study focused on the pharmaceutical strategy (Revelation 18:23), but it's not ready yet. Until it is, I'm going to keep some momentum going with another observation that exposes the antichrist scheme.

There's a subtle but deadly lie presented in the movie, delivered in such a way that the viewers are emotionally vulnerable during the hearing of the words spoken. Here's the setup for the scene.

The iron giant is carrying Hogarth around in the woods. They're having fun together and enjoying the natural beauty of rural Maine. They come upon a deer. The deer is not afraid of them. Birds are chirping, it's all very serene. The iron giant slowly extends his hand - the deer approaches - and they touch. It's a tender moment. The deer hears noises and moves away out of sight. Loud gunshots shatter the peace. Shades of Bambi! Hunters have killed the deer - oh my! Hogarth and the iron giant approach to see what happened, scaring off the hunters. Cue the violins. Dialogue ensues.

Hogarth: "It's dead."
Iron Giant: "Dead?"

The iron giant is shook up about it. Hogarth explains about the deer being dead because "they" shot it with the gun.

That evening, in a very saturated "blue" scene, the iron giant is not sleepy but clearly disturbed.

Hogarth: I know you feel bad about the deer. But it's not your fault. Things die. It's part of life. It's bad to kill. It's not bad to die.
Iron Giant: You'll die?
Hogarth: Yeah. Some day.
Iron Giant: I die?
Hogarth: I know. You're made of metal, but you have feelings and you think about things, and that means you have a soul - and souls don't die.
Iron Giant: Soul?
Hogarth: Mom says it's something inside all good things and that it goes on for ever and ever.

The iron giant rolls over and looks up into the starry night.

Iron Giant: Souls don't die.

The music resolves with a beautiful flourish, and the iron giant and all who identify with him are content.

So, in Hogarth's Mom's philosophy, which the iron giant now subscribes to, it doesn't matter what you're made of. If you have feelings and you think about things, you qualify for eternal life, you have an eternal soul, and you can take comfort in that understanding of life and death. So then, if that's true, if you're made of metal like the iron giant, or, if you were, say, made of miry clay with iron mixed in (as in, having accepted the mark of the Beast, worshiping the Beast), you can rest assured knowing that you've got things covered in the "life and death" department. Hogarth's Mom's philosophy is pretty common, isn't it? The problem is - it's a LIE! Many have fallen prey to this deadly lie. It's a setup. This movie is sly.

More to come... Lord willing!

Flight of the inadvertent intruder

To the bird who fate placed at precisely the same point in time and space as the approximate midpoint of the windshield of our minivan just west of Kingston, Ontario earlier this afternoon, I am deeply sorry. Before we even knew you were there, you were gone, a frighteningly instantaneous thud followed by a fast-receding, spinning black body in my rear-view mirror.

We didn't mean for your life to end so suddenly. It wasn't your fault that humans placed the highway precisely in the middle of your flyway, or that, on this beautifully sunny day, you decided to break with your flock for some low-level flight. The world works in strange ways, I guess, and in some perverse, cosmological manner, this was your time.

This will come as no comfort to you, of course - even when you were alive, you didn't read, let alone go online and read blogs like this one - but the brief crossing of your path with ours gave us ample opportunity to discuss the fragility of life as we continued our journey home. We spoke to the kids about the need to appreciate what we have, because there's never any way to know when it could be ripped away in a heartbeat. Or less.

The timing of our meeting was opportune. We were on our way home from Montreal, where we had attended my late father's unveiling. In Jewish tradition, an unveiling is when the engraved gravestone is revealed to the mourners. It typically occurs a few months after the funeral, and it is a ritual that, like so many other aspects of Jewish mourning, is designed as a milestone for those left behind, a meaningful way to put our grief into perspective and make it a part of our lives. We don't get over death, after all. We integrate it into our souls, and my dad's unveiling was a tangible reminder of how we had changed since that awful day last September, and how we will continue to change from this point forward.

I'll have more to say about this weekend in the days and weeks to come. For now, I find myself thinking about loss, and how I'm glad I'm not a bird. Because I get to appreciate life long after it ends, and I'm not entirely sure we can say the same thing about the bird we met, and then lost, earlier today.

Your turn: Finding something after loss. Please discuss.

A different kind of shade

Keeping the sun at bay
Richmond Hill, ON, April 2010

It isn't a picture of glass, per se (click here for Thematic Photographic background), but it's closely related. Well, from where I sit it is. Because no window is complete without some sort of window covering. And venetian blinds always seem to offer up a neat way of playing with light. And since photography is all about playing with light, it's only natural that my lens would eventually find its way here.

I have nothing profound to say about this particular scene. It's been a brutal, exhausting few days - more on that later this week - and I guess I'm looking at this blog entry as an overtly simple way of keeping everything in proper balance. And staring into a covered window is as simple as it gets.

For now, it'll have to do.

Your turn: Photography as therapy. Please discuss.

News and such

I'm still working on the pharmakeia study. It's coming along nicely and I'm learning plenty!

The radio show I was anticipating for this week has been bumped to the last week in June, due to The Power Hour's rescheduling of earlier shows that had been disrupted by technical issues.

Here's some links of interest.

First up, a recent crop circle that I feel bodes ill, offering validation for what I've been presenting in the blog about the coming mark-of-the-beast triple-helix-transformation.
Yarnbury Castle, nr Winterbourne Stoke, Wiltshire. Reported 16th May.
Comments about the sign

Next up, some interesting insight into Westfield and Marriot logos.
Insurance Pays Off for Companies With Occult Logos (Note, This page is missing several of its images)

Here's several links about a development in the "creation of life by tamporing with DNA" category.

'Artificial life' breakthrough announced by scientists

Church warns cell scientists not to play God

'Frankenstein'doc creates life

Scientist accused of playing God after creating artificial life by making designer microbe from scratch - but could it wipe out humanity?

Artificial life? Synthetic genes 'boot up' cell

Chicken. Run!

How much is that chicken in the window?
Richmond Hill, ON, April 2010

About this photo: As Thematic Photographic celebrates the joys of glass, I'm hoping you'll celebrate right along with us. Click here to start the glassy party.

We were on our way back from the playground when this little scene caught our daughter's eye. She's always noticing the out-of-the-ordinary stuff that others would otherwise ignore - she comes by it honestly, I believe - so it didn't surprise me that this little chicken made it onto her radar.

I shot quickly to avoid attracting the homeowner's attention. I could only imagine what someone would think if a total stranger pointed a lens at my house and began snapping away. Then again, if I put fascinating things like this in the window for all to see, maybe that's precisely what would happen.

So to the unknown soul who shared a little bit of fowled up color with the neighborhood, you have my thanks for creating yet another moment in the life of a little girl who enjoys them more than most.

Your turn: Kindness in the neighborhood. Please discuss.

I'm a bad Jew

I'm sure I tempt fate in admitting I'm not an overly religious soul. I've never been particularly good at remembering the intricacies of prayer, and often find myself skipping to the wrong page, choosing the wrong tune or otherwise stumbling over myself as I try to keep up with everyone around me. I do my best, but I often fret that it isn't nearly good enough and joke to my wife that I should wear a "Bad Jew" sign wherever I go because I always seem to muck it up despite my best intentions.

Still, in the eight months since my father passed away (it still stings to write it, and I guess it always will) I've found great comfort in reconnecting with who I am and where I come from. I've found it peaceful to head to synagogue in the predawn darkness, because doing so not only gives me a brief slice of time with a similarly devoted group of really kind members of my community - another family, really - but it gives me an opportunity, as I drive alone, to reflect on what's changed, and how I've had to change as a result.

I'm going to guess, hopefully, that wherever G-d is, I'm not being judged on my current ability to read out of a prayer book or lead others in the service (I'm working on it), but on how I'm trying hard to leverage the experience of connecting with community to become a better person. I'm going to guess that the spirit of a thing matters more than the letter of it.

Your turn: Please share a tip on how to be a better person, because I can use all the help I can get!

A moment in the car

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of the wondervan, with my wife at the wheel. Everything in the world that matters to me is safely tucked in between the bumpers. Two of our three little folks have drifted off to sleep, while son the elder sits in his man-cave back in the third row, tuned out on his iPod, and nervously wonders why I'm looking back at him, smiling.



Because you're a kind-hearted, handsome man-child. That's why.



We're powering our way into the night, hoping for a safe, uneventful journey as the cloudy late spring sky slowly loses its light and gives way to a graying darkness. My wife and I speak in occasional, clipped speech, usually finishing each other's sentences. We've done this route through the hinterlands so often that we can almost do it on autopilot (almost!) We don't much enjoy the tension that comes with a long drive away from home. But we do relish the small moments of Levyness that these trips offer up. They're the kind of little opportunities that are lost to history if we don't at least try to grab ahold of them.



We're stopping now so that I can get back behind the wheel. As you can clearly see, I had nothing earth-shattering to report from my front-seat perch. But I wanted to remember this moment. I wanted to remember what it felt like when everything was simply right with the world.



Your turn: How do you know when your world is spinning right?

A close shave

Despite the fact that the day dawned glorious and only became more so as the sun rose higher into the clear blue sky, I took the car to work today. I had errands to run during the day and on the way home from work, so pushing pedals from one end of the city to the other just wasn't going to cut it.

Still, I made the best of it. I slid open the sunroof, found my favorite set of tunes on the media player and set off. I was having a lovely, reflective drive until I got to a stretch of a near-rural two-lane road that, oddly on this day, was backed up with traffic. As I slowed down and joined the vehicular equivalent of a conga line, I peeked a little more closely into my rearview mirror to make sure the guy behind me was doing the same. Thankfully, he was, so I settled into the routine of driving slower than the average cyclist.

After a couple of minutes, it became apparent we'd be here for a bit longer. The GPS still showed 2 km to the turnoff, and this being the middle of nowhere on the way to the airport, I had nowhere else to turn. I looked in the rearview again, and something looked funny. The guy - now clearly identified as a middle-aged, shades-wearing man with thinning hair - was peering longingly into his passenger seat. He was alone in the car, so clearly he was eyeing something on the seat that had little to do with piloting his vehicle. My spidey senses began to tingle as he seemingly reached across for something.

Sure enough, the driver of the circa 1998 sandy-green Chevrolet Malibu soon had something in his hand, which he proceeded to rub up and down his face and neck. Yes, folks, he was shaving while creeping through traffic.

Now, I realize it isn't my place to impose my will on total strangers. But considering he was piloting a vehicle that could potentially emboss the Chevy bowtie into my rear bumper during the critical transition between the adam's apple and the chin, I took exception to his little display of multitasking. I watched him closely to ensure he stayed sufficiently far back, and after a few stop-and-almost-no-go cycles, I realized he simply wasn't up to the task.

So I stopped. And I waited. The cars in front of me slowly moved forward, opening up the distance between us, as Malibu Man continued his quest for silky facial smoothness. I waited some more. He had no idea. I continued to wait. He continued to electrically obliterate his facial hair, completely oblivious to what I was doing. I briefly entertained getting out of my car and knocking quietly on his window to ask if he wanted me to hold a mirror for him, but then thought better of it. As funny as it would have been - and make no mistake, I would have laughed for days at the memory of the experience - the safety risk just didn't seem worth it.

After what seemed like an age but was likely more like 90 seconds, he looked ahead and realized what I was up to. He didn't honk - stupid-guilt, perhaps? - as I dropped the car back into drive and eased back into line.

I hope his colleagues appreciated his dedication to personal grooming.

Your turn: The strange things you've seen while driving. Please discuss.

Monday's "Call To Decision" broadcast and other links

Here's a link to the audio file download from Monday's Call To Decision broadcast. Call To Decision - Pastor Butch and Bob Schlenker - May 17, 20010 - mp3 download Pastor Butch was gracious to invite me as a guest. (Thanks too, Erin and Rachel!) We enjoyed discussing reverse speech and had some interesting dialog with some who called in during the show.

I'm still working on the pharmakeia study, and still really looking forward to continuing The Iron Giant series. Until then, here's a couple other links of interest.

Russian Navy UFO records say aliens love oceans In this Russia Today news you'll have to click the "read more" link to get the full article.

Photos reveal inside look at East Austin tunnel home If your plan is to survive some coming trouble in tunnels underneath your home, you'd best be more discrete than this fellow.

Thematic Photographic 99 - Glassy

Rainbow connection
London, ON, April 2010
[Please click photo to embiggen]

When a good friend of ours gave this incredibly lovely plate to us last month, my first thought was to shoot it as soon as humanly possible. Fortunately I didn't have to wait too long. Since I'm a fan of natural light - see this entry from earlier this week - I was out of bed early the next day the moment I saw sun streaming through the window. Breakfast could wait: This was perfect light.

I love working with glass because you never quite know what you're going to get. Exposure is always a bit of a challenge, of course, but that's what makes it so much fun to explore. You throw the camera into full manual and let your mind take care of the rest. It's very Zen, and it's one of the reasons I enjoy photography as much as I do.

I hope you enjoy it, too.

Your turn: For the next week, Thematic Photographic explores glass. Simply post a glass-themed pic on your blog or photo sharing site, then paste a link in a comment here. Repeat as often as you wish. And don't forget to visit other participants to share the photographic joy. For more background on how our weekly photo sharing/exploration extravaganza works, click here.

Did someone call room service?

Leftovers
London, ON, March 2010

About this photo: Thematic Photographic's edible week begins to wind down as we get set for Wednesday's launch of a new, uber-exciting theme? How exciting? Come back tomorrow after 7 p.m. Until then, we're still taking foodie photos here.

I'm a fan of the forlorn and the forgotten, the things left behind after everyone's moved on. There's a strange beauty inherent in scenes like this, and I don't think I'll ever tire of it. They invite the mind to wander, to wonder what it must have been like when there was life in this place, before the moment ended.

In many respects, photos of what once was aren't as much about what you see as they are about what you can't see. So you close your eyes and think back. And you realize the visuals taking place in your head are often more vivid than those on the screen in front of you.

Your turn: Please close your eyes. What story is this tray of room service leftovers telling you?

Jammed up

The sun shines on breakfast
London, ON, April 2010

About this photo: If it's edible, we're hoping you'll share it as part of this week's Thematic Photographic. Follow your mouse here to do just that.

The scene: Sunday morning. The brilliant sun paints the kitchen a bright shade of happy as we settle in for a quiet breakfast, an oasis of calm before we get on with the business of playdates, choir practice and grocery shopping. I've found a new jar of apricot jam in the fridge, but I hold off on the actual opening and eating part because, yet again, I've got an idea for a picture.

One of the things I love about our house is the way the kitchen is lit in the morning. I'm not a morning person. Not even close. So the prospect of sunlight slashing across the table while I peruse the paper is a welcome one. It won't make me like mornings any more, but it sure opens up the occasional moment of photographic inspiration. This is why the camera generally isn't far away. This is why scenes of everyday ordinariness will never lose their ability to pull me in.

Your turn: Your ideal breakfast. Please discuss.

While on watch ... announcing guest appearances on radio - current projects - plus more links

I've been preparing content for an upcoming radio show with Zen Garcia, plus continuing the really fascinating effort of updating the study posted on theopenscroll.com about "pharmakeia," the sorceries of mystery Babylon the Great. The pharmakeia study supports this blog's series featuring The Iron Giant, a cartoon movie that is signaling some key features of Satan's schemes. Until I return to that anticipated next post in the series, I'd like to announce some upcoming guest appearances on radio shows and present some more links to news of interest to those who are like myself, awake and watching the almost overwhelming signs of the Lord Y'shua's coming.

Tomorrow, Monday night, May the 17th, 2010 (Lord willing), I'll be a guest on the radio show with Pastor Butch of Call to Decision on the GCN Network. 9PM Eastern time. Tune in on either AM, FM or shortwave, or listen live online at this link. You will be able to access downloads from the archive some time after the show. You can call in live to comment or ask questions at 800-259-5791.

[Updated 5/5/2011]

Also, coming up on June 7th, I expect to be returning as a guest on fallenAngels.tv BlogTalkRadio as a guest with Zen Garcia. Topic: Reverse Speech, godly and otherwise, and what beans are being spilled about some important topics.

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Here's some links of interest.

Trilateral Commission Wants War With Iran

Simple oil spill cleanup aid video

Found: genes that let you live to 100

Square Mobile Credit Card System (Beta) / iPhone Credit Card Reader Lets You Accept Plastic Anywhere

Intuit to buy health care firm Medfusion
"Intuit added that giving patients quick access to their medical records is one of the requirements for doctors to receive a $44,000 payment funded through the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act stimulus bill."

Chemical Concussions and Secret LSD: Pentagon Details Cold War Mind-Control Tests This is old news and partial news, but interesting, nonetheless.

The pie postscript

Dessert is served
London, ON, June 2009
[In support of Thematic Phorographic's edible theme]

Since every good meal should start with dessert, I present this rather weird view of a particularly lovely slice of lemon meringue pie. The plate that it's on is rather significant, as this is the set that we bought after I destroyed a chunk of our last set in a rather unfortunate pie photography accident.

I've got your curiosity now, don't I? Click here for the whole sordid story. We'll wait.

[Old Rod Stewart-to-muzak standards play in the background. The dog falls asleep. The rest of us lose a few brain cells.]

Welcome back. Now that my lemon meringue fetish has been placed in its proper context, let's continue.

Although it's been about three-and-a-half years since that fateful evening, it continues to cast a rather funny shadow on me. I can't eat lemon meringue pie without someone - usually my wife, but sometimes one of the kids, too - reminding me of my, um, experience. If I pick up a plate to get a different view of something, fingers come out, wagging in my general direction, reminding me of how things ended up last time.

They know me all too well, and I can't say I blame them for their sense of caution. Pie or no pie, I know I'm not the easiest person to have around the house.

So as I considered my options for this particular shot, I thought it might be best for us all if I chose a composition that minimized the gravitational risk to the plate, to the dog (Schnauzer trait: stand under the table, look pathetic, wait for stuff to fall, lick, repeat) and to my permanently-plate-hostile reputation. This time, I played it safe.

The dog was disappointed. My wife was not.

Your turn: Why desserts are memorable. Please discuss.

Fish go to school, too

There's no 'I' in team
London, ON, February 2010

About this photo: Thematic Photographic has gone edible, and will remain edible until next Wednesday. To share your own edibleness, click here and start chewing. Photographically, that is.

Goldfish crackers are nothing new around here. To see just how far back they go in the lore of my family, click here for a column I wrote way back in 2002. Yes, I'm just that old. I'll wait while you read.

[Cue theme from Jeopardy.]

Aaaand we're back. Hope you enjoyed the piece. As we fast-forward to 2010, it's worth mentioning that we still have these crackers in our cupboard. Not the same crackers, mind you, as they'd likely be stale by now, and the 2-year-old referenced in the piece, who is now 9, would not be pleased. Nor would my wife, as I suspect she'd be upset with me for allowing the kids to eat really outdated food.

But I digress.

Bottom line is I love the damn things. They make me happy when I eat them. And heaven knows we all need more reasons to smile. So when I pulled these out at lunchtime, I took a few minutes to pay them an appropriate level of photographic respect.

They made the rest of the day just a little brighter.

Your turn: Your favorite cracker is...? Why?

Atlantis - The final launch

I woke up early to get some work done before the rest of the world began to stir. As I worked beside the slowly brightening kitchen window, I couldn't help but think about a similar sunrise in Florida, and the fact that as the day dawns there, the Space Shuttle Atlantis sits on the launchpad in anticipation of her last-ever schedule launch, STS-132.

As the final three missions tick down, we'll be seeing a lot of "lasts" before American human spaceflight goes silent for a while. For just over 49 years, the U.S. has been putting humans on top of rockets and lighting the candle. It's a process that, while expensive, has spawned not only technological innovation, but entire generations of kids to study science and pursue careers in the field.

You can't inspire excellence if you don't practice it yourself, and it saddens me to think that a leading nation has decided to stop practicing it (yes, I know the strategy is to shift accountability from government to commercial interests, but considering where commercial aviation is these days, I'm not hopeful for a future where early-on capitalism-driven innovation is ultimately replaced by bottom-line driven mediocrity. Call me a cynic.)

If you're watching, Spaceflightnow.com has the always-excellent Miles O'Brien broadcasting live with astronaut Leroy Chiao and David Waters. NASA-TV will also be running the live feed.

Your turn: Thoughts?

Law & Order cancelled

The Twittersphere's lighting up with news that seven of you have been dreading for years: NBC has cancelled its long-running drama, Law & Order.

The cynic in me speculates they'll be replacing it with a "reality" show about morbidly obese handypeople on a deserted island who date tycoons with bad hair.

The absolute cynic in me is surprised that the show was even still on the air.

Seriously, society watches too much lousy television. If Jeff Probst and 20-year-old cop shows are all we've got, we're in trouble.

Your turn: TV sucks because...?

Part 9 - "The Iron Giant" signaling the Beast agenda

In the previous post, some eight-pointed stars were featured as occult symbols, some of which were presented during the Warner Brothers animated feature from 1999 called The Iron Giant. I'm opening this post with one more example, the flag of the UK. Some folks may take offense at the idea of the Union Jack as an occult symbol, yet, it is just that! It signals the great secret just like the flag of Israel, the USA and many, many other nations.

Those who understand the symbolic closing ceremonies of the 2008 Summer Olympics from Beijing should immediately recognize the significance of the flag's appearance on David Beckham's jersey during a climax of the London Presentation. The flag of the UK would not have appeared if it didn't support and magnify the occult signaling of his role in the drama, but it did, and the eight pointed star was the perfect companion element as this man-star was seen in ritual magic launching the dragon seed from the heavens to earth through the open dimensional portal.

The Union Jack (See The story of the United Kingdom and the Union Flag) is a composite of three flags, representing three kingdoms united under this banner. This triplex feature gives added emphasis to the eight-pointed star as a triple helix DNA portal. You may have noted the meaning of the red and white banding, itself a signal of the mixing of the divine sons of god with the seed of Adamic men as iron is mixed with clay. You can bet this flag with its powerful occult signaling is going to exploited in a BIG way when promotional images start rolling out for the 2012 Summer Olympics planned for London!

By the way, the "Tower of Babel" being constructed as the city and event's icon is sooooooo appropriate!

Since the flag of the UK is the subject here, I have to at least mention the flag of Wales, which was apparently left out due to its being considered as a principality of England. Here's an image of the flag of Wales. Its features are easily interpreted and the meaning is clear. The divine sons of god join with the earthly daughters of men and bear the dragon's offspring. If they had included it, well, its easy to picture the result. More of the same!


[update: 5/17/2011] - I just found this excellent video!






I've been occupied with the updating and extending of a study on pharmaceuticals relating to my next planned post, which I hope to have ready in the next few days.

Here's some links of interest I've accumulated over the past week or so.

I think Stephen Hawking must have read my comments on the blog about the two clocks. :) Actually, it's just simple algebra and a little common sense. STEPHEN HAWKING: How to build a time machine
"All you need is a wormhole, the Large Hadron Collider or a rocket that goes really, really fast"

They Walk. They Work. New DNA Robots Strut Their Tiny Stuff.
"These new construction projects bring researchers a step closer to a time when, at least in theory, scientists might be able to build test-tube factories that churn out self-assembling computers, rare chemical compounds or autonomous medical robots able to cruise the human bloodstream."

Who's running Europe? Now Obama pressures Spain over cuts after whispers he advised Merkel on saving the euro

Cern news: LHC progress report - Issue No. 18-20/2010 - Monday 3 May 2010
"Last weekend saw a record physics fill with a tenfold increase in instantaneous luminosity (event rate from collisions), marking an important milestone for the LHC. This physics fill did not only establish luminosities above 1.1 x 1028 cm-2 s-1 in all four experiments but was also kept in "stable beam" mode for a new record length of 30 hours. The particle physics experiments were able to more than double the total number of events so far recorded at 3.5 TeV."

Russian Governor Says He Made Friends With ETs

Cyber attack 'could fell US within 15 minutes'
"The US must prepare itself for a full-scale cyber attack which could cause death and destruction across the country in less than 15 minutes, the former anti-terrorism Tsar to Bill Clinton and George W Bush has warned."

'Starving yogi' astounds Indian scientist
"Jani has since returned to his village near Ambaji in northern Gujarat where he will resume his routine of yoga and meditation. He says that he was blessed by a goddess at a young age, which gave him special powers."

Signs of Neanderthals Mating With Humans

Thematic Photographic 98 - Edible

Rooting for my country
London, ON, February 2009

It was my first week in my new job. When a colleague took me out for lunch and picked up this delightfully timely dessert - it was during the Olympics and Canadian fandom was rampant - I knew it was definitely photo-worthy.

So I didn't eat it at the time, and instead explained my little obsession to him. I had plans for this cookie. Macro-photographic plans. I wanted to remember this cookie. And in a certain sense, I wanted to remember this week, when I was first meeting some seriously smart folks and figuring out how I fit and how I would ultimately contribute. It felt good to be on the cusp of such an opportunity.

Three months on, the cookie's long gone - the kids wolfed it milliseconds after the shoot was over - and I'm enjoying the heck out of myself at work. I'm comfortable in my role and in my skin, and every day presents a new and challenging adventure. Life is good.

And it all started with a cookie.

Your turn: I believe food is more about simple sustenance. It defines moments in our lives and somehow connects us as well. It's no wonder the kitchen is the centrepiece of most homes, and why some of our fondest memories seem to revolve around mealtime. Over the next week, I hope you'll turn your lens on the things we eat.

If you're new to Thematic Photographic, it's a rather simple process: Post a pic supporting the theme to your blog, then paste a link to it in a comment here. Feel free to follow everyone else's links home to maximize the sharing goodness - this is, after all, an opportunity to share and enjoy our respective visions. For more background on TP, click here.

Field of weedy dreams

No-spray zone
London, ON, May 2009

As we continue to explore this week's Thematic Photographic theme, spring has sprung (click here to share yours), it occurs to me that not all explosions of new post-winter life are welcome explosions. I've never really understood society's general aversion to dandelions, however. We call them weeds, for some odd reason, and in many jurisdictions we blast them into oblivion with noxious spraying that'll give our grandchildren extra limbs that come in especially handy at the grocery store.

But not in mine, as London now has a bylaw that bans most lawn chemicals. Which means scenes like this are pretty damn common these days. And as much as most folks around me whine incessantly about the fact that "the perfect lawn" is now but a memory, I can't help but stand before a limitlessly yellow field like this and think nature's managed to figure out what isn't welcome and what is.

Perfection's overrated, in my book.

Your turn: What's a weed, anyway? And who decides? And who elects those who decide?

One more thing: New TP theme launches Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. I'm still on the fence as to what that theme should be. If you have any suggestions, I'm all ears.

It came from the earth

Reborn
London, ON, April 2009

About this photo: Thematic Photographic is celebrating the return of spring, and the crack research team at Written Inc. hopes you'll share your own vision of the new season. Click here to dive right in, or here if you'd like a bit of background on how TP works.

If winter is a season of monochromes barely lit by a weak sun, then spring is all color and brilliance. As much as I rather enjoy the moodiness of the snowy season - sorry, it's the Montrealer in me - my soul gets a much needed jolt as soon as the snow melts and the flowers begin to poke out of the just-greening lawn.

It reaffirms that life always manages to find a way back. I find that somewhat comforting.

Your turn: Don't you?

Part 8 - "The Iron Giant" signaling the Beast agenda

The focus is once again on the star symbols that conceal and reveal the serpent Lucifer's antichrist scheme, presented in the animated feature The Iron Giant" (1999 - Warner Brothers).

An eight-pointed star is equivalent to the six-pointed star but with the addition of a horizontal divider, the horizon line separating heaven and earth. The number eight emphasizes the new creation that will be the union of the heavenly and earthly - the triple helix DNA offspring. I believe it also references Noah the Eighth (as presented in the "Milk Hill 8" crop sign of 8/8/08), due to the importance of the counter-flood perspective from which this mark-of-the-Beast kind of incursion can be viewed.

The popular image of what is called Solomon's Seal is a good example of the eight-pointed star. It appears as the six points of the two deltas plus two more from the horizontal divider. This is a really powerful occult image! Most of the individual elements have already been addressed in this blog in one or more posts as signifying the great secret, but it's appropriate to offer a review.

This is a hexagram inscribed within a circle that resembles the simpler form used for the invocation of demonic entities. The circle is itself the serpent ouroboros. The circle divided in two, horizontally, presents the Hermetic Maxim: "As above, so below." The lighter heavenly air is above the darker earthly water. The waterline marks the horizon with the reflection of the heavenly visible in the earthly. The "iron cross" in the center aligns with the vertical drawn between the uppermost and lowermost points of the opposing deltas, and the transverse horizontal divider. This four-pointed cross fits neatly inside the hexagon formed by the union of the two deltas and is white to represent the divinity of their offspring. The male heavenly upward pointing delta is white and the opposing female earthly delta is black. The head is white and the body is black. The royal crown is triple tiered, representing one tier for each strand of DNA in the hybrid Beasts that are promised kingdoms. The beard is likewise a trident. The deltas appear as truncated pyramid bodies, with capstone heads.

Another inspired example of such a layered star is found at the Vatican, in St. Peter's Square. This one is punctuated by the pyramid-topped obelisk relocated from Heliopolis (On) Egypt under commission of the emperor Caligula. Many of the above observations apply.

Such a star marks the doors of the barn where the iron giant first stayed, in Hogarth's care. A barn is where you might expect a Beast to be kept. The star appropriately marks the barn doors because it represents a dimensional portal. One is presented on the outside of the front door and another on the inside of the back door presumably providing for passage both in and out of the barn.

The stars on the red and white sweater Hogarth wears are of this eight-pointed variety. I addressed the meaning of the sweater a few posts back (Part 5). Comparing the meaning of the sweater to that of the eight-pointed stars reveals how they are companion signals, multiplying their effectual influence.

In this next image we see Hogarth signaling the great secret with both hands while wearing the symbolic sweater, plus the amazingly richly symbolic serving bowl on the dining room table, plus the checkerboard floor in the illuminated kitchen-temple and - a curious eight-pointed star on the wall! This star features star burst rays with its central face displaying a serpent and what looks like an astrological image (See insert for enlargement). This element may be presenting us with a particular heavenly alignment on a particular date, perhaps involving the star Sirius that is assigned such reverence among the esoteric Freemasons.

More coming, Lord willing!

Semi happy birthday

So today was another day, differentiated from the other 364 days this year by virtue of the fact that as of 8:08 this morning, I had completed yet another revolution of the sun.



It was a good day, filled with kids bouncing in and out of our room before I woke up, friends singing me happy birthday as we walked into synagogue, rainbow white cake for lunch, a perfectly delightful afternoon spent running errands with my wife and our little man, and dinner out with tout la gang. On second thought, it was more than good. Thanks to my family and community, it was a great day. I'm blessed beyond words.



At the same time, it was more than a little bittersweet because it was also my first birthday since I lost my dad. I know I risk upsetting those closest to me by admitting for most of the past week I felt somewhat less than shiny and happy in anticipation of today. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to feel celebratory when all I really feel is loss.



But here's the thing: As much as I'd like to undo the passage of time, I realize the universe simply doesn't work that way, and no amount of whining - on my blog, elsewhere, anywhere - will ever change that. Whether or not I accept the admittedly sad reality of post-loss life is beside the point. It's reality, and I need to find some way to live with it. It sucks, but it's life in all its flawed glory.



It wouldn't have been my dad's style to be subdued on a day like today. It's not what he taught me, and as I moved through the day surrounded by my family, it's not how I applied his lessons. So I stayed close to those who matter most. I watched them a little more closely than usual. I closed my eyes periodically and listened, hard, to them.



I can't hug my dad any more, but my kids can still hug theirs, and I owed it to them to be there for them, fully in the moment. Because life's too short to miss out on the fleeting, precious moments of happiness.



Your turn: Lessons of our fathers. Please discuss.

Part 7 - "The Iron Giant" signaling the Beast agenda

The Iron Giant" (1999 - Warner Brothers) is a vehicle of antichrist promotion that conceals and reveals the epic scheme of the serpent Lucifer. This seventh post in the series continues to expose this scheme through the animated feature's symbolic imagery that is both visual and non-visual. In this post, star symbols are the focus.

The Bible uses the star as a metaphor to represent angelic beings. (See What Was it That is Called the Star of Bethlehem?)

The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches, and the seven lamp stands are the seven churches.
Revelation 1:20b

This metaphor is widely leveraged in occult symbolism because star images are very powerful and most people are unaware of what they signify. Of course, many kinds of star-like structures and images are naturally occurring and quite innocent, like the snowflake and hexagonal forms like the cells of a honeycomb. What signals their being leveraged against you is the context. Many people will recognize an inverted five-pointed star as a evil symbol, especially when inscribed within a circle, but when it's not inverted, or has four, six or eight points, a star generally won't alert suspicion. Yet, it often should.

In the plot of The Iron Giant the giant is killed in the sky, blown up while intercepting a missile. In this image we see Hogarth looking up at a star that is the radiant light from the blast. The iron giant is a messianic figure who sacrifices himself to save people and is later resurrected. The star supports that theme, presenting us with a cross, which in most peoples' minds represents the instrument of Christ's crucifixion. (Technically, Y'shua was more likely hung on a tree that resembled a vertical stake with no horizontal cross member, but I digress.) The form of the iron giant star is one you might recognize as a Celtic cross, with concentric rings of light around the intersection.

I perceive more layers of symbolism in this. The iron giant, who, in the official synopsis, is stated to have "fallen from the stars," has ascended to once again to become a star. A fallen star represents a fallen angel, what Enoch refers to as a Watcher and Genesis 6 refers to as a son of god. The iron giant really represents the antichrist Beast as a counterfeit messiah, which is to say he is a hybrid god-man. He is a cross between god and man, the four pointed star. The vertical represents the heavenly sons of god, the horizontal; the earthly daughters of men, the intersection; their union. What Hogarth is looking at is an end that is a beginning, a emblem that is both a "death star" and a "star of Bethlehem."

Stars are more frequently pictured with six points, the number of man. The six pointed star compares to the hexagram. These both resolve to the essential opposing deltas that signal the sons of god with the daughters of men and their triple helix offspring. If you've ever heard of a hex being put on someone you've heard reference to the use of this six pointed symbol as a demonic portal. When inscribed in a circle it's the primary symbol through which demons are invoked, invited to pass through as a dimensional portal.

The six pointed star is featured in several scenes including this one in Hogarth's bedroom, pictured in a snapshot on the right. You may recognize this from an earlier post where I featured the cross that marks the window as a dimensional portal. Companion signal elements often appear to make the spell more potent, and as commonly found in this movie we find it here in the stars on the wallpaper. One of them is enlarged in the insert so you can identify it more easily. This particular version is as an eight pointed star that is missing its horizontal elements.

You should be grasping in this series the reality that the agents and agencies behind this vehicle know the scheme, and that, by the grand scope and scale of the themes and thematic elements, it must be orchestrated by the master of deceit himself; Satan. You should also be growing in awareness that this father of lies and all who serve him are only really serving the greater and sovereign Yahweh's purposes, who is granting discernment to those of us who watch in obedience in this late hour.

The six pointed stars you see here should be familiar.

Walmart, the corporate giant often hated for the devastating effect their stores typically have on small town life and economies, and also known for their use of in-store subliminals, identifies itself with the six pointed star. Their motto, "Live Better," should tip you off to their complicity in the triple helix DNA "upgrade" scheme that will counterfeit the life that is truly Life.

The medical community is replete with occult symbols promoting the spells of antichrist delusion. Red and blue four-pointed-star crosses and six pointed stars are everywhere! As recently documented from such as NCR's marketing sequence, ObamaCare imagery and various PositiveId attributes, you should be convinced beyond any shadow of a doubt that the mark of the beast will be popularly introduced in the context of the medical center through the agency of health care professionals.

To be continued, Lord willing!

The flock returns

Vantage point
London, ON, March 2010

About this photo: We're celebrating spring as part of this week's Thematic Photographic. What am I talking about? Head here to find out.

While the typical image of spring involves buds, leaves and flowers, I've always seen it slightly differently (I know, big surprise.) Spring, to me, marks the return of animals we haven't seen or heard all winter. When I'm walking through a wooded area, for example, I like to close my eyes and listen for the birds. The days are somehow just a little bit richer once their song returns.

On this day, the newly returned flock was kicking up quite a racket. I couldn't tell if they were happy, sad, or something in between. It didn't really matter, frankly, because all I cared about was that they were here in the first place. It was a reminder to me that life, somehow, goes on, and in the end it's up to us to take the time to listen closely.

Your turn: Close your eyes. What do you hear?

One more thing: I spoke live with CTV News Channel's Marcia MacMillan earlier this evening about today's announcement that Apple's iPad would hit Canadian stores May 28th. Here's the video. Here's another link, just in case.

And, no, Steve Jobs hasn't sent me my free iPad yet.

Hand Signals of the Great Dark Secret: Triple Helix DNA / Mark of the Beast

Hand signals are used to convey meanings that are frequently esoteric. In the animated feature, The Iron Giant (which I'm in the midst of blogging about), Hogarth momentarily signals the great secret with both hands. Since this is, in itself, such a big deal, I'm dedicating this post to exposing this class of signs that was first brought to my attention through Mike Hoggard's excellent DNA series.

Here's a snapshot of his hand signaling. On both hands we see three fingers apart from the others while his whole body is rather awkwardly and unnaturally posed. Both of Hogarth's hands are signaling the great secret - triple-helix DNA.

The triple-helix hand signals are often presented in ways and contexts that relate it to the heavenly sons of god procreating with the earthly daughters of men, so that we don't miss the connection. The offspring from this union are brought forth in the transformation of Adamic double helix man into a serpentine triple helix genetic hybrid. This is related to what the Bible calls the mark of the beast.

A calling out of three fingers or three points with the fingers or even hiding the three makes the sign. You'll notice a variety of forms, but each instance of the class calls out a triple. Here are some examples of this class of signals.

Baphomet, the androgynous Satan, is pictured signaling with both hands, with the right pointing up (blessing - heavenly sons) and the left pointing down (cursing - earthly daughters). Framed between these signals we see the composite heavenly serpent male and earthly female features. In the snapshot above, Hogarth's left hand signal pointed down and his right hand was pointing slightly upwards, directly at the iron giant Beast's animate left hand (that was just out of frame).

This angelic being knows the secret, flashing the sign with her right hand pointing up.

The heirophant from Aleister Crowley's Tarot deck conceals and reveals the secret. He is signaling with his left hand forming the sign pointing down, and, with the triquetra on the wand in his right hand pointing up. Notice how a human-star / Adam-angel composite being is positioned between them! This hybrid of heaven and earth appears inside the upside-down pentagram, and the signaling arms are this pentagram's side "wings." This is powerful magical symbolism.

By the way, that version of the triquetra is the one associated with Led Zeppelin's John Bonham on the Led Zeppelin IV album that featured "Stairway to Heaven." Are you seeing a theme here? The triple helix DNA transformation IS the stairway to heaven sought by the deceived! Another band member, Jimmy Page, owned an occult bookstore and published Crowley's books on magick. Jimmy bought Crowley's house on Loch Ness and was known to practice Crowley's black magick. Does he know something about the great secret?

From an image at the Vatican, a goddess signals with her left hand while holding the companion symbol, the ouroboros.

The Masons who built the cathedral in Metz presented us with this enigmatic figure of a monk. Blindfolded and squatting in the daughters of men symbol, he signals us with his upward pointing right hand that the daughters of men are blind to the secret of the triple helix scheme plotted against them.

There are examples of this signaling the in religious art of many cultures. Here's one you might recognize, called the Vulcan salute. Yes, Mr. Spock knows the secret!

Notice how this hand signal is done pointing up with the right hand. See how it not only forms a trident but also presents a daughters-of-men downward pointing delta, which cleverly forms the matching counterpart to the right hand up signal. Leonard Nimoy, the actor who played Mr. Spock in the original Star Trek series, devised this sign himself.

Do you know what was special about the Star Trek character Mr. Spock? He was half human and half Vulcan, a hybrid conceived of a space alien father and born of an earthly human mother. Think about that for a moment.

Do you know what is usually spoken when this hand sign is made? Live long and prosper. Think about it! The mark of the beast is an anti-death solution (Revelation 9:6) counterfeiting eternal life. Get it?

There is a secret plot for a DNA transformation to make a triple helix beast out of you, remade in the image of the serpent. The Vulcan salute is another element coming through the science fiction genre bearing the mark of "iron giant" influence.

To what does Leonard attribute the inspiration for this clever sign? "In his autobiography 'I Am Not Spock,' Nimoy wrote that he based it on the Priestly Blessing performed by Jewish Kohanim with both hands, thumb to thumb in this same position, representing the Hebrew letter Shin, which has three upward strokes similar to the position of the thumb and fingers in the salute. The letter Shin here stands for Shaddai, meaning 'Almighty (God)'. Nimoy wrote that when he was a child, his grandfather took him to an Orthodox synagogue. There he saw the blessing performed and was very impressed by it." (Vulcan salute - Wikipedia)

An example appears on the right (from a gravestone, appropriately enough, since receiving the mark of the beast guarantees death). In addition to what is signaled by the individual hands, an upward pointing delta is formed between them. This is balanced by the sons-of-god sign's mate, the containing shape like an inverted bowl that represents the female womb.

The following is a quote from Rabbi Yonassan Gershom. "We come now to the most famous Jewish influence on Vulcan culture, the 'live long and prosper' hand gesture. This 'Vulcan salute,' as it has come to be called, was invented on the set by Leonard Nimoy during the filming of the second-season opener, 'Amok Time.' In this episode, Spock goes into something like a male estrus cycle, called pon farr in the Vulcan language. Comparing himself to a salmon swimming upstream to spawn, Spock tells Kirk that he must return to Vulcan to mate with his betrothed bride, T'Pring, or die trying. The wedding ceremony would be the first glimpse of Spock's homeworld in the series." (The Jewish Origin of the Vulcan Salute)

This hand signal was inspired in the context of presenting the unchangeable nature of male aliens and their mating ritual. I think it's just remarkable that this sign came to Leonard in such a fitting context, which speaks to me of how the sovereign God Yahweh presides over such things as this! It also shows how the devil is quick to capitalize whenever folks are willing to represent spiritual truths in ways that are not even graven images but formed with body parts! But of course, printing the image to film does then make it a graven image.

I want to note that, just because people are Jewish, or Rabbis, or Christians, or Priests, the practice of a thing does not change the nature of that thing. A whitewashed sepulcher is still an unclean grave with a dead body inside.

The following is another quote from Rabbi Yonassan Gershom's article. "Back in the 1960s, hippies who watched 'Amok Time' thought the salute was a variation of the two-fingered peace sign. But we Jews knew better. The Vulcan salute came not from protest marches, but from the pulpit of Nimoy's childhood synagogue." I would add that Gershom was right, but so were the hippies!

The peace sign is basically the same meaning as the Vulcan salute. Three fingers are called out, plus a V is formed. Other popular signs that call out three fingers or points have the same meaning. While these take various forms and are recognized under different names and seen in different contexts, they have the same underlying source and derivation - Satan, who knows what is coming and knows how to signal it!

Consider the seemingly innocuous Boy Scout and Girl Scout signs and salutes and the OK sign, which is being used to signal 666. I don't think legitimate innocent instances of baseball's "two outs" sign, the hook-em horns or the thumb and little finger "call me" telephone handset sign really apply, but those that intend to signal some truth or oath (which we are commanded in the Bible NOT to take but rather to let our word be true) are without exception to be avoided for what they truly signal. Consider also the sign of the horns (goat Mendes or Baphomet) and the Karana mudra.

So far as hand signals go, the only ones that don't seem to fit in this category are the thumbs-up or down, pointing with the index finger or pointing up to signal #1, or another number of fingers held up to represent the number, or the "bird." I recommend avoiding that one, regardless. And the Seig Heil and Olympic salute. :)

One last item in closing. Consider the Roman Catholic practice of crossing oneself. This hand signal-like gesture marks one with the cross. Making the vertical is to signify the sons of god. Making the horizontal signifies the daughters of men. The cross is their union. Really.