7 Feb 2012 http://www.robertphoenix.com
Isis emerges on the Cancer Moon
My friend, Ellis C. Taylor just added this bit about Madonna and the dates surrounding her performance. Keep this in mind as you read through the rest of the post. Ellis; “Here’s a little info you’ll find interesting if you are studying the MegaSpell: The Super Bowl (cauldron) rite took place on 5th February; as Robert says this was 173 days prior to the London Olympics. The High Priestess in attendance was Madonna, who had celebrated her 53rd (8) birthday 173 days previously, on 16th August 2011. Three years previous to this, on the same date in 2008, the venue ‘Lucas Oil Stadium’ was opened. Lucas means light, of course.”
Sometimes I just can’t help myself. I see some tasty ritual theater and I start to salivate just a little more. Sweat starts to seep through my palms. My blood pressure rises ever-so-slightly. I begin to immediately scan for symbols and clues.
The hunt is on!
Sunday’s Super Bore was no different. I just had to do a post on the game, easily the most disconnected and meaningless scrimmage of any importance I’ve seen between two teams at this level. This game will be remembered more for the pass Wes Welker didn’t catch than almost any other nondescript moment. Mario Manningham had a nice reception. Chase Blackburn, a guy who had been teaching just a few weeks ago had a key, late interception, but other than that, little else.
Football has changed so much since I was a kid. Gone are the days of the dominant running back. Players like OJ, Barry Sanders, Walter Payton and Tony Dorsett could carry teams on their shoulders. Running backs are becoming more and more faceless with every season. But that’s a different topic. This game felt unusually hollow. Empty. Devoid of what Bruce Lee called, “emotional content.” I’ve been watching Super Bowls since I was 10 and even when the games were crap, there was always a sense of some, underlying connectivity that collective events can occasionally drive; that’s the dangerous beauty of sport.
Think about it for moment. What other events, save elections are people all sharing their attention simultaneously? What’s interesting about the phenomenon is that its driven by a signal everyone receives, then that signal gets split into two, polarized currents. One group views the event positively, the other, negatively. It starts out in a unifying filed, then quickly bi-furcates everyone’s attention. During an event like the Super Bowl, in our own, disconnected way, we are one even though we segment off into respective and dual POV’s.
THE STRANGE AND TRAGIC CASE OF MICHAEL PHILBIN
I still cannot quite put my finger on it, but the events leading up to the game bordered on the supernatural. All season long, the Green Bay Packers, last year’s winner were steamrolling their opponents. They had one mis-step late in the season, an inexplicable loss to the Kansas City Chiefs, but other than that, they were the Brahmins of the NFL. With their league best record, they had a week off and home field advantage. But something strange and tragic happened.
Just days before their big tilt against the Giants at Lambeau Field, a Packers assistant coach, Joe Philbin had a son go missing, The son, Michael was 21 and had been out in the woods near Oshkosh, with friends. But the timing of the events is more than a little curious.
It was reported that Michael had last spoke with someone at 2:15 AM on Sunday morning via phone and exhibited no signs of distress. Then he was reported as missing at 8:15 PM, Sunday. But it was also reported that a security guard from a nearby business had called in that someone had fallen through the ice of the Fox River at 2:38 AM on Sunday. Am I the only one that finds this more than a little weird? Young Philbin calls someone at 2:15 AM from his cell phone, then thirty-three minutes later, a security guard calls the fall in. Where the hell was the security guard and why did they wait until Monday to find Michael Philbin’s body?
Philbin’s death took a toll on the Packers. They were not at all prepared to play against the Giants. Michael Philbin had been around the team since he was 12. Green Bay played like they were in a trance. What’s really weird, was that his father spent the week after the Giants game interviewing for the head coaching position of the Miami Dolphins, a job that he got.
So let’s back this up. Joe Philbin’s son mysteriously dies at the tender young age of 21 and a week later, his father is selling himself to Dolphins owner, Stephen Ross. Maybe he was escaping his grief. I could see that. But I find so many aspects about this death to be utterly bizarre and some of which just don’t add up. Another oddity is that Michael Philbin had been convicted of two counts of sexual assault, which amounted to him basically having sex with two girls that had passed out from too much booze–so there’s another surreal layer to all of this.
The Giants stomped the Packers and traveled to San Francisco to take on the surging 49ers.
Its a very dark Sunday. The worst storm of the season has settled in the Bay Area. I get disturbing feelings ahead of the game. I’m a damned good remote viewer when it comes to sports. This year I picked 181 winners during the season. I had been zoned into the psychic DNA of the Niners in a big way. I was locked in. But something odd, really odd had occurred. Green Bay was supposed to win and play The Niners, but the death of Michael Philbin changed all that. It altered destiny and it tweaked the timeline. I knew it all week. I kept scanning the game and got nothing, except a creeping feeling that the Giants would win.
The Niners fought hard and really roughed up Eli Manning. But then some strange (there’s that word again) and inexplicable things happened to them. There was one play that could have been a fumble–a game changing fumble–late in the fourth quarter. But “after” the Niners recovered, the whistle blew. Instead of 1st and 10 at the NY 21, the Giants would punt the ball and take away the Niners last, best chance of winning.
In addition to the spotty call, SF’s defensive backs were flying all over the field. Twice, Eli Manning would throw balls into the air for interceptions and twice the Niner DBs would violently collide. Cornerback Tarrell Brown would have to leave the game on one of those hits from his teammate, Dashon Goldson. A few plays later, Manning picked on his replacement for six points and the decisive touchdown.
And then there’s Kyle Williams.
Forced into action due to an injury to Ted Ginn, Williams is a WR/Kick returner. During the game, he had two, key fumbles. One on a kickoff return, the other on a punt return, that would change the tide of the game and lead to the winning field goal. Kyle Williams had become the Niners scapegoat.
Just hours earlier, the Baltimore Ravens, coached by John Harbaugh, brother of Niners coach Jim Harbaugh, had his own bizarre moments. Playing against the New England Patriots in Foxboro (Fox River?) they were on the verge of winning when Lee Evans had a pass stripped out of his hands in the end zone with time running out of the game. Now normally, a play like that is and can be reviewed. But for whatever reason, the officials declined. Then it got really surreal. It was 3rd down, but the New England scoreboard said 4th down. The Ravens were confused and their kicker, who has a routine for each down, did the wrong routine and shanked the kick. Now they could have called timeout, but they didn’t. It was bizarre. It was like something had gripped them in the claw of a collective spell. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before. Billy Cundiff missed the kick and the Pats were on their way to Super Bowl XLVI. Both teams advanced in rather unusual, bordering on supernatural fashion.
There was something hollow about every aspect of the game. Reality felt, well, really off. A flat, nearly two-dimensional game fueled by empty commercials lacking any true wit or originality (lots of predictive programming though). I’ll get to those later, but now that I’ve set the stage for you, let’s get to the real purpose of the Super Bowl; The halftime ritual with Madonna.
ISIS UNVEILED THE MADONNA SPECTACLE
The Super Bowl took place in the sign of Aquarius. Water bearer, sign of the New Age. Super Bowl Sunday was 173 days (11) from the start of the London, Olympics. Monday, a day after the Super Bowl marked the 60th anniversary of the Queen of England’s ascent to the throne (thanks Sarsen). The Super Bowl is the augur, the message bringer for the rites of the Sun King (Leo) in the year of jubilee. Madonna (whoever she is at this point) is also a Leo.
She hit the stage being pulled by a column of Roman soldiers, encased in what
looks like giant palm fronds. She is brought to center stage where she emerges
in a pool of golden light. This is the solar, male principle. The trumpets of
judgment and tribulation herald her arrival.
Notice the figure playing the lyre. The lyre is the instrument used by Orpheus to seduce the gods of the underworld. It is symbolic of Aries, The Ram, due to its ram-like-shape. Ironically, the NFL just announced that the St. Louis “Rams” will play in London for one game each year (where they will be the home team) for the next three seasons.
Where else do we see the ram’s horns? In the crown of Isis. Interestingly enough, the lyre is also the alpha (upright) and the omega (upturned). It symbolizes beginning and end. When reversed, it becomes a symbol of Leo (think lion’s mane).
Once Madonna is revealed, bathed in the golden light of the Sun, she is of
course wearing the crown of Isis.
On her throne, you can see just to the right of her, the symbol for the rune Dagez. It is generally associated with “breakthrough” but is literally a symbol of breaking light, or breaking dawn. Rapid illumination. It is announcing “The Dawn Of A New Day” and the arrival the “New Age.” Also take a quick note of the obligatory leopard print at the bottom of the throne and the two pillars (rods) on either side of her.
From there, Madonna breaks into “Vogue” a devotional anthem to gay clubbing and dancing. This is intentional. Everything about Madonna’s career has been about subversion. “Like a Virgin” isn’t about a girl’s first love. It’s about her first large cock. “Like A Prayer” has graphic innuendo about oral sex; “I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there/In the midnight hour I can feel your power/Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there.” We’ll revisit this song a little later.
So Madonna heralds the New Age with homoerotic beats beamed into millions of
households (Moby thought this was really cool BTW). At one point, a single eye
emerges on the stage in front of her.
It is the “Eye Of Horus” and not the last time we will pay tribute to it.
After she does the Trocadero Two step with Black Orpheus, she kicks into “Music” a rather innocuous club hit that did more for Sasha Baron Cohen’s career than hers. We get B-Boys in track suits, more lyre imagery and a surprisingly awkward Madonna (she claimed to be recovering from a pulled hammy), nearly falling off the stage.
Club goons and the oddly related LMFAO take the stage, sporting a mishmash of imagery, including zebra stripes and animal prints. They do a little shuffle with Madonna and then get into a weird leg dance with her that again, looks strangely awkward. Madonna was known for her dancing and frankly, its not coming through. Now we get to the real meat of the medley.
LMFAO leave and Madonna is joined by a squad of dancing cheerleaders with
tiny Isis headbands, chanting her name. The colors have shifted to black and
red. Red symbolizing blood, bloodlines, and menstrual flow. Madonna’s symbol is
It basically consists of two pyramids that form a “M” for Madonna, with a circle and a “X” in the circle. The two pyramids look like legs that are spread and you know, X marks the spot! You can also find the Freemasonic compass and square in the symbol, along with what appears to be a black widow (which is code for ” a widow’s son” aka Hiram Abiff). If you look in there, you’ll also see a deranged rabbit, yet another symbol of fertility and you guessed it; guardian of the rabbit hole.
“Give Me All Your Love” is like a football cheer, reminiscent of “Mickey” by Toni Basil, who might have been Madonna before Madonna. Anyway. Its a paean to utter narcism, asking everyone to give their love to Madonna. However there are some curious references in the song, like Madonna stating that, “She’s a different kind of girl.” We’ll explore this later.
Quickly she is joined by the multiple personality known as Nickki Minaj and
the confused Tamil freedom fighter known as MIA, married to one of the scions of
Zion, Benjamin Bronfman (nee Brewer). Nickki channels a fifth century demi-urge,
while MIA gives America and the world, the middle finger.
At one point, the digital imagery shifts and becomes a grid of pyramids and diamonds forming an electronic being, a schematic for the new, virtual human. Man as robot. Also, if you take the inverted triangle that is the head (Kether) and superimposed it with the two, interpenetrated triangles at the bottom (Malkuth), you would get a Star of David.
Quickly the scene shifts and a drum corps with a slightly militaristic beat takes the stage. In the center is Madonna’s symbol encircled by a garland, reminiscent of the UN’s garland and two, five-pointed stars. She’s joined by Ceelo and they launch into “Open Your Heart” which quickly segues into “Like A Prayer” with both Madonna and Ceelo donning robes of the high priest and priestess. Here is where the imagery gets very interesting.
At 9:49, you can see what looks like a black sun forming in the background. This is the denouement. The black sun becomes a giant eye–an all seeing eye. This eye imagery will return at 11:00 minutes into the performance, this time projected onto the front of the stage.
Notice how the choir, Ceelo and Madonna are all donned in black, not white. This is a black mass. Behind them a golden pyramid is erected by shafts of light.
Here we see the “all-seeing-eye” in the foreground with another eye in background. Then the eye becomes a pyramid in the silvery blue of the Moon/Isis.
Then it shifts to gold again (Sun/Horus) and you can see in the background that the pyramid is upside down, denoting the watery aspect of the feminine expression (pyramid reversed) with the eye of Horus in the center, with shafts of light illuminating outward and downward below, the entire planet splayed across the front of the stage.
Madonna then disappears in a column of silver blue light as “World Peace” is plastered on the stage, then dissolves into digital shadows.
She arrives bathed in the golden light of a new day dawning and exits in the nocturnal light of Luna. Its important to note that the Moon had been in the last degrees of Cancer, squaring Libra in Saturn throughout the entire Super Bowl. The blending of light and color is of course an alchemical exercise in the reconciliation of opposites and the alchemical marriage through the act of invocation.
So what does it all mean?
Well, first of all, some of us are wondering if Madonna is even Madonna anymore. She sure as hell didn’t dance like Madonna. I also remember Madonna being a lot less leggy, more squat and dynamic. Then there’s that curious lyric from her new song; “Don’t play those stupid games cause I’m a different kind of girl.” What is this in reference to? Is she literally a different girl? Keep in mind that this was all lip-synched. I’m not clear if we’re in Faul McCartney territory just yet, but there is enough latitude for this to be at the very least, considered.
The ritual itself was a hyper-kinetic download into millions of zombified, guac-stuffed bodies and fermented brains. Its meant to go off at the symbolic level of the psyche, where symbols, not language assemble thought and entrain us to remember that we are the slaves of pharaohs and viziers who hold the “true knowledge.” Lastly, its a virtual temple, a symbolic portal to the grand mega ritual, that will be happening in London, where the Sun King, (William) will be initiated from “Horus the Younger” (Heru-pa-khered) to “Horus the Elder” (Heru-ur).
William is now in the Falklands on a mission. “Falklands” can be essentially translated into, “Land of the Falcons” or “Falcon Lands.” And what is the symbol of Horus? Prince William is getting his falcon wings, while Isis invokes his arrival, 173 days away.
But the thing that has really struck me is how common this symbolism is now. As Michael Hoffman has stated previously in his “revelation of the method” we are being initiated into this symbolic realm, purposefully, full on now. Its one thing to be aware of the symbols–its an entirely different matter to see them as part of a process of subtle initiation. There’s noticing and then there’s the noticing of the noticing.
In the end, Madonna’s super bowl ritual was a pedestrian and dull hammer to the brain. No matter how esoteric, it was as flat as everything else associated with the game. Maybe I’ll take a swipe at the commercials tomorrow.
Here’s a bonus pic. This is a rorschach of an image that I grabbed from the vogue sequence and enlarged. Would love to know what you see in it.