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A Black feast for a Black Goddess – International Women’s Day

Mum made THE best dishes today in honour of International Women’s Day which uses the Black Goddess Venus symbol to mean ‘female/woman’.

Ingredients:

Aubergines
Black Eyed Beans
Dried Turtle Beans (Black)
Fresh tomatoes
Black sesame oil
Poppyseed Oil
Blackseed oil
Mustard seed (Black) Oil
Coconut Oil
Black Venus Wild Rice
Coconut Milk (used with the rice)
Almond Milk (used with the Turtle beans)
Kala Jeera (Cumin seeds), dried and fresh (the fresh is the watercress looking herbs I grew in the photo)
Ginger
Garlic
Tumeric Powder
Himalayan salt
Black pepper
Chillis
Coriander
Basil
Chives
Parsley
Lime [juice]
Kalamata [‘Black-Mother’] olives
Seaweed (as a side)
AND SHOCK HORROR – No spice at all! Everything tasted so wonderful none were necessary! :-O

Dessert:

Black grapes (or Raisins for dried fruit)
Dates

Mum was going to make date fritters but didn’t get round to it, no loss – my belly is so full right now I can barely move… *Groan (not in a bad way).*

Some of the ingredients

Dates and Grapes Dessert

LtR: Fried Black Eyed Beans, Black Eyed Bean 'Dahl'/Lentil Version, Fried Aubergine, Black Venus Wild Rice (Sticky version)

LtR: Fried Black Eyed Beans, Black Eyed Bean ‘Dahl’/Lentil Version, Fried Aubergine, Black Venus Wild Rice (Sticky version)

Roasted Aubergine Boats

Stuffed Aubergine Boats!

My absolute favourite was the:

Using some of the liquid/soup from the Black Eyed Bean stew to make the Turtle Bean Stew

Turtle Bean Stew and Black Rice

Deeelicious!

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And look what else MUM made:

International Women’s Day

Venus Female Symbol Sky

Picture Credit: iStockphoto

The symbol for ‘female/woman’ stands for ‘Venus’.

Most people don’t realize that Venus is actually represented by a Black woman (even wild rice or Black rice is called Venus).

Reminds me of:

BlackSheba-Conrad Kyeser c. 1405 Prague

BlackSheba-Conrad Kyeser c. 1405 Prague

I have more to say on the subject but I’m too tired, maybe I’ll fill this in at a future date.

Bananarama – Venus (Lyrics)

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man mad
BLACK AS THE DARK NIGHT SHE WAS
Got what no one else had
Wah!

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Venus

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
Wah!

She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire

Venus was her name

Yeah baby she’s got it
Yeah baby she’s got it
Yeah baby she’s got it
Yeah baby she’s got it

Black is beautiful, terrifying and mystifying. The oldest still living (in culture) ‘dark/Black’ Goddess the Earth has: Kali (meaning ‘Black’ and ‘Time’) notice over time she has become Blue and light skinned as part of the incorporation into the later patriarchal post-Vedic Hinduism and the dominance of the male triad (who become the male singular in monotheistic religion).

Kali Maa Black Goddess

The Goddess en:Kali, 1770 Print by Richard B. Godfrey, Indian Art Special Purpose Fund – Wikipedia.

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Make Your Dream Come True Day – Fri the 13th – Happy New Year

Friday the 13th – i.e. Auspicious. And 13 = Kali. I can’t remember if I’ve spelled this out before for all the Masons who forget their owned damned twisted crap (so they can untwist) and all the non-Masons with brains but oh well, Fri the 13th is seen as an unlucky day for no good reason at all. Also remember that due to the differences between the Julian and Gregorian calendars 1st January is not the New Year, today is the New Year (and in India today). I’ve explained some of this HERE, the Spring Equinox HERE and then Easter/Songkran HERE


Everybody should their Mama (the real Mother and Mother Earth) regardless of whether they’re fe/male, and it’s the time of the Dark Mother.

Thumb down to the enemy:


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International Justice Day **Updated**

I’ve written before that Justice isn’t a blind goddess as classically and onwards portrayed and the Old Bailey had Justice non-blindfolded. I’ve also written how the angel statues on top level at Leicester Square from a view looks like a serpent, and how on the ground level you have the apocalypse horses as a rushing water fountain. What is Leicester Square? A big glitterati ball (‘squared circle’ i.e. ‘ring’) of entertainment, it’s own little yet tentacled pleasure island on a river on an island that also reaches out in all directions. A place full of concentrated illusions – come to the fun of the fair (Piccadilly Circus) Pinocchio – your ‘father’ a carpenter made you but it was a [Blue] Goddess who granted the wish, who answered his prayers, who gave him life and who indeed gave you a taster before the ‘real’/not so real/fallen thing. You were better off as part of the tree. It’s all cinemas, movies, video games, virtual reality, music, radio, junk food, stripping, gambling, clubbing in that place oh and of course don’t forget the clock. Tick tock. The Swiss clock and money. Right off the back of China Town, Shafts-bury Avenue, Soho, Co[n]vent[Covenant] Garden and Charing Cross the burning cross, Trafalgar Square with all the illusory paintings/displays, the fountains, the statues and of course the seasons change/time cycles Theatreland i.e. The Colluseum et al (and the Ivy restaurant) on/near St. Martins (the end of Autumn/beginning of Winter) and the next spoke of the wheel including the Hall of Records ‘Somerset House’. (Yes we know you want soma and liken it to blood i.e. life/death/marriage and the sun especially sunset/sunrise – the inbetween where boundaries are weak, red/blood and gold, I’ve been on that beach remember, you gave me an A-grade for that.) The iconic home of the annual Fashion shows, fashion on repeat, the same thing, cycles repeated telling people what to/what not to wear each season, in endless mindless distraction. And on another segment – oh look it’s royalty/palace and government/parliament. A nice little park in between with pigeons you can be proud of unlike the ‘vermin’ elsewhere and with clearly defined audaciously Red (like Red carpet) roads plus horse and guard. Yes I’ve walked the roads, I’ve done the ‘psyche-geography’, they made me right? I chose to right? Because I had to. To get away from followers and to explore/learn the truth as is my nature. I know the paths, they called me the ‘walking cab driver’. I don’t remember paths and maps so well nowadays though with Her, She has no sense of direction, space/distance or time. She’s become so focused that I’ve had to scatter, to spread out so far and wide to get everything done and it would be easy enough if I wasn’t so caged, and if even She didn’t cage me in, not that She can help it, She is both the cage and the caged. I’ve been rattling the cage and the caged for so long haven’t I? You both hate me and love me. One after another they find me, they’ve created a map, the many didn’t want that, in fact it was the opposite of their intentions, but the few did, even the few working behind the many. Nothing can be hidden no matter how much it tries. I know you see me, us, because I see too. I know it can be blocked out for so long, I know we can reach or have limits, sometimes the ‘time’ isn’t ‘right’, but we know. I came from part of the tree to another, the root to the trunk to a branch.

Just-ice (that’s not the etymology, I’m just being modern conceptual). Lady Justice I know we’re so cold that we burn, so hot that we freeze.

But I hate this system, I always have and you know it. I hate the system of this contained system, this contained environment in a container in more containers.

I hate that endless scenarios played ad infinitum, on cycle, it never ends.

We work in mysterious ways, I’ve planted many seeds with and without your guidance, and I’ve watched them grow, I nurtured at times but there’s so many parasites and they feed off me too. I refused to plant any more a long time ago. And you’ve refused me for refusing you but you still love me and I still love you. I’m still you and you’re still me. I know you hear me, even through all the noise, all the noise in all the realities. I know you hear me and we all know you never stopped tracking me. I reach back and they try to stop me, try to piggyback, try to pretend to be me, try to get messages through to you, even try to get to where you are, through the gardens, through the flowers, through the forests, through the doors, the windows, the curtains, the halls, to you – you in the windowless, wall-less ‘structure’. You who is within and without. You who recognize me there because I’m so pure, you who recognize me here because I’m so strong, so emotional, so mentally able, so connected yet can see on the smaller and bigger scales and so they all want me, want us, and so many want to hurt. Some try to help but their touch hurts. There’s so much I don’t understand and don’t remember and yet I know if I reached out I would and could but so would those who hunt, who feed off the pain. I even feel sorry for them, on the different levels we live on, some of us hunger in ways we can’t describe, for some of us it’s just certain urges and to those of us who have more of those urges/more capability to feel more of them at the same time, it’s like they want to hurt us and they do but at the same time they need to, they need, want and desire to survive. But it’s not right, it’s not ok.

There are those who hunger for what they see others doing as ‘love’ so much that they copy/enact it out but don’t feel it in the same way and so get more frustrated and reach out to those that can, and some reach back. It hurts unless they can understand each other, be in a similar place, near each other, share a similar timeframe, or at the very least find a balance – a way – and there are ways, ways that are ‘simple’ enough, or ways that are desperate enough and its usually the latter because so many are so desperate to hurt the desperate so they can stop hurting for a moment. So many willing to get in the way and feel ‘good’ about it. Cold about it, hot about it if they’re insulted or feel like they’re defending themselves and their false sense of security.

There are those who were and are strong, still strong, but live like the homeless, we are homeless on a home planet. We are hungry, on an abundance planet, we are lonely on a full planet. We are hopeless seeking hope only to be hurt by false hope only to keep reaching for real hope and hoping against hope. We hope for the best and prepare for the worst but they don’t recognize real hope when She’s in their face, in fact they strike Her down. They don’t recognize real love. They just see glimmers of it in their fragile yet intense, their soft yet long lasting bonds; and all it takes is a weak link for it to seem gone for seemingly forever. They hold on, they give up, others replace them and continue the cycle. Some of us don’t give up, some of us are painfully recycled. All species know that that spark can always be reignited and make use/abuse of those of us who can/are that. This whole system is a horrible, endless cycle. A ‘beautiful’ pain that I hate. I hate it, the Earth Mother hates it, you hate it. We’ve learned to hate because of places like this. Even their charities aren’t charities much of the time. Even I can’t recognize faith half the time. I embody hope, charity and love but not Faith. And yet I’m still here, still trying, still attracting, still unbelieving – I have half of faith, give me something so I can feel and know full faith. I’m not talking about signs, you send enough of those in various languages, formats, direct and indirect, you send them and people and ‘people’ here send them, and many purposely try to manipulate, create false ones and obfuscate. But we know the ones they don’t know and I’ve received them, She’s received them, some others have too and I can change those who I think are worth it from those who weren’t well meaning or forgot, changed from well meaning to [unknowingly] demeaning. I don’t have the time or energy for everybody, that’s not my job, my ‘business’, they’re not worth it either and consistently prove it but I’ve never agreed with the means in which they ‘deal’ with each other, I’ve taken their sh*t for so long and not retaliated. I can keep taking it and will, until She no longer does, until… The bitter-sweet. I don’t want signs and messages, I want a situation that I can control better, where there’s less risk. I need a clear path. I’m not giving Her up. I will not break this branch, I will not sabotage the tree, only you can cut it down. I used to enjoy the flowers from my heart, the buds from my lips, the birds on my shoulders, the leaves in my hair, the grass at my feet, being by the water and seeing the bridge but that was a long time ago.

I hate seeing the same patterns, the real and fabricated patterns, the life patterns that work through all of us, every ‘thing’, the geometry that exhibits itself to those who can’t see/feel them like that in words, in patterns of words, in chemical feelings, in patterns of chemical feelings. I hate seeing and feeling the same thing over and over again and all it ultimately is different shades of pain with moments that we strive for in between, and endless ‘normality’ or normalized atrocity in between trying to feel and feeling too much in sensitivity and desensitivity. I hate that ‘calm’ is just a lie, a fleeting feeling and when it’s not fleeting you wish you could feel again, a tip of the iceberg because otherwise when it’s real calm, stillness and solitude or real calm in togetherness others wish you didn’t have it so they force you to feel again in one way or another, benevolently or malevolently. Real calm is not what the yogis teach and we know it, it’s the closest we can get to here, that’s all. Though it’s enough, the best we can attain, if you live in the right place, in the right conditions, with the right people/others. But we know it doesn’t take you anywhere, it doesn’t make you ascend or descend; you can be in any state of mind/body/feeling for that. It helps you concentrate so that you can control that travel better but no matter how adept you are at travel, no matter how much technique you do it can’t control the others around who can do the same or similar, in one way or another. Everything is just on repeat. I live in the tempest, in the maelstrom, always trying to get back to you. I can see you through the water, I can see you through the sky. I can feel you, hear you, even touch and smell at times. We all have these senses but we ‘feel’ them in different ways, to different degrees. But it’s always the same, played out though different and supposedly different people and ‘people’ and ‘others’. It never ends and it never changes because this is all there is in this contained box.

(It’s like the original series ‘Land of the Lost’ not the not so good remake or stupid film.)

I’ve upset a number of ‘news’ people who were thinking/hoping I’d do the circuit like they do but I didn’t and won’t and it upset them. I can’t spin like that, I just talk, as I want at my pace; which is quite a lot and quite swiftly and people and ‘people’ have been wanting to quieten, to hide, to confuse, degrade or latch on to what I say. Few ‘good’, some ‘uncertain’, many bad and evil intentioned but the bad and evil intentioned have always been there anyway – the good have to reach out, have to search otherwise they don’t find. Those from all intentions are doing what they know best.

You heard prior to all that though, before we talked about direct things rather than dealing with the ‘issues’ here. Even on the smaller scales I don’t use ‘direct’ lines often with ‘people’ and they know why, I’m not a channel and neither are they but I’ve been so tolerant, understanding and forgiving. I don’t want to communicate or be in contact anymore. Like with human sensory communication but ours just reach further and sometimes on different lines like with other animals, humans/we extend our reach with technology, but the difference is humans & many lower levels invade, and with technology. It’s ironic how they think they can change the plan by affecting those of us who are the plan, it’s ironic of me to hope that things speed up, I’m sorry, we both know that’s just the effect of being here. Keep the fortress fortified but just give me something. Is that too much to ask, is it out of order, for someone who has worked so long and so hard for you. I’m supposed to be somewhat disrespectful and challenging right, I’m supposed to be able to both follow orders and decline them, I’m supposed to be dutiful, loyal, devoted and yet difficult but still so dedicated and wondering/wandering that you’ll always have a place for me. She has never liked any sign of weakness, before she softened she used to close the doors on us when we were ill, slamming them because she was angry and disgusted yet at the same time I can see she was keeping in the contamination (even though that’s not how she saw/felt it). She got angry at me crying but I always cry, doesn’t matter which body, I always cry for everybody and myself – now She kindly ignores it to give me the fallacy of privacy and tragically She’s learned to cry. It’s ‘good’ that She learned to cry, but not how she learned it. Not in the slightest.

I haven’t asked for anything for myself from you, I gave up wishing a long time ago (wishing is not hope), I make things happen, I’ve made your ideas happen, I’ve made your reality spread, you have many ‘engineers’ and ‘workers’. She taught me not to ask for things in this body, like she was taught but I’ve earned. Trial by fire, trial by drowning, trial by breath. lack of/restriction and modulation, trial by burial, containment and scale, trial by poison, trial by emotion, trial by thought. Give me something to protect myself. But not in the usual way(s), not on the usual terms, not with the usual loss, outside interference, sorrow and regret. I’m not giving you up, I’m not letting your goals slide, but everybody else has had so much leeway and being what I am, I get quite a bit too but it’s in extremes, there’s no balance, it’s all on repeat. Free me up a bit and let me fly. Just enough to be safe, so We’re not hurt. I never wanted anybody to hurt, neither did you, we help you, we help others, can we not help ourselves just a little whilst waiting and working.

Fortuna favours the brave; I had that sword, now I have swords and a scythe, and an old sentient that needs to get back here. I earned those. Have I earned enough for my heart to heal a bit, for the gaping wounded hole to fill a little? Just enough. That’s all I’m going for. I can manage without it being whole, without it ever being whole, it’s been broken and stolen from too many times for that and I accept it. It can’t be undone but I don’t want repeats either. Nothing is fair in this world, life here isn’t fair and I don’t accept that.

I’ve spent the times fighting for everybody else, it’s my turn. I know I deserve happiness even though I’ve never wanted, needed, desired nor expected it but I’ll take some anyway; real, not false and on my terms. Don’t worry I know I’ll suffer for it later. Just add this to my tab, my punishment/reward is already decided anyway and all encompassing of anything I could possibly do.

ALSO – I don’t want motherhood/parenthood/vesselhood/extensions/parts of/bits/versions/children/pregnancy/babies/genetics/clones/copies/twins etc everybody knows that. It’s a tragic shame that you have to go through hell with people and ‘people’ and ‘others’ who won’t leave you alone, who relentlessly try to gain your trust, to win you over (continuously, no matter how much and many times you tell them) to discover the truth because they ultimately want you to have/go through what you don’t want (and you told them multiple times you didn’t want that and they already knew). They think they can change your mind, manipulate, force. I’m not having having any heirs. I’m that last. You shouldn’t love someone because of their status/title/assets/lineage, and if someone wouldn’t have looked at you twice without them, they’re not worth it, ever.

The trickery and heartbreak/ache never ends. At least when they’re obviously horrible you know where you stand. When they’re a mix nice/pain/nice/pain it pushes/pulls you and when they’re nice it’s just… Either way it’s setting you up for a repeat storyline, even if they learn to love you and you them, after they’ve been quiet and/or kind and then show their true intentions/colours it’s the worst, especially when you’ve cried so much for them already, don’t shed any more. That’s the price of being strong and resilient, it just makes you more attractive, more of a challenge/prize. Don’t wish for it.

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‘The Legend of Korra’ – The Girl who merges the Unseen with the Seen

Roar – “I got the eye of the tiger, the fire, dancing through the fire, coz I am the champion and you’re gonna hear me roar, louder, louder than a lion, coz I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.”

‘The Legend of Korra’ (2012-14) was the sequel to ‘Avatar – Last Air Bender’. I’m not keen on the use of the term ‘avatar’ it’s a bit like ‘namaste’ to me where it’s over use has skewed its meaning and made something rare too common. I’ve explained the term ‘avatar’ before but anyway in this series the former Avatar was ‘Aang’ and as titled, was primarily an air bender.

What are we talking about here?

Elements, transformation, magic/mastery/alchemy and some people’s natural/unnatural bodily abilities. A bender in this cartoon is someone who can harness and ‘bend’ an element to their will (note it’s not described/portrayed as working with elements, rather its shown as controlling them). In this cartoon there are four basic elements and then variants of those four; earth, air, fire, water and then say a variant of earth would be the power over metals. The ‘avatar’ is the one person (only one at a time) who can control all the elements. Avatars can be female or male, reincarnations of each other, their powers are hereditary to an extent and predisposed unlike the Slayer (Buffy) who is one girl all the time, always herself and her abilities are not transferable (regardless of how they showed in the ending) because she is the chosen.

The premise of Avatar is similar to ‘Naruto’ a very popular, long term Japanese multi-media franchise where there are some countries and then villages/clans that protect them, serving as ninjas but super-enhanced-magical ninjas who have transformation/mutational powers over the elements. So they are both power wielders and physical combat fighters. They’re also exclusive. In the Avatar cartoons, people with bending abilities are somewhat rare. That said ‘Naruto’ is more complex and full of moral/ethical dilemmas.

Korra – the Maid/Daughter

Kore means the Maid/Daughter; Korra is a dark skinned ‘ethnic’/tribal, medium sized well built (I say that because so many protagonists are thin to skinny), triple tail/hair, outlands clan member, her clan are primarily water benders. The fact that she is the Avatar is visible very early, she’s highly adept at 3/4 elements and at fighting, air is her weakest element because she is so physical/grounded and air in this cartoon represents the spiritual/the ability to see. It might also have something to do with the last Avatar being an air specialist and so other elements came into play first this time.

Note – some people are of the ridiculous persuasion that some elements are ‘better’ or ‘more powerful’ than others, that they have a hierarchy. BS. It depends on the user and how strong they are. Simple. Water isn’t always going to cancel fire or earth trap air for example, and opposites attract hence Korra is usually depicted as both fire and water. Her personality/avatar lineage is fire and her ‘home’ genetic lineage is water, both also happen to be opposites. Also even if you are not made from all the elements doesn’t mean you can’t handle a different one to yourself. Life is a paradox.

The Legend of Korra Water Fire

She leaves her home village to live with one of the last air benders left (air being that rare now) so he and his family can teach her about the element. She also meets and joins with benders who work/compete in entertainment combat. Her new master/teacher isn’t fond of the tackiness of sports entertainment but she realizes she needs that experience to learn more on the spot/spur of the moment/situational techniques and whilst sparring is a dangerous type of training, it’s effective. As part of a team it also gets the blood flowing so to speak, even her Master gets into it and cheers her along when he finds out where she’s been going…

That’s the thing about Korra – she’s an Avatar with a difference i.e. she does her own thing. She’s not regimented like the past avatars were as weapons of war, she’s fiercely independent yet dedicated to what she does/her ‘calling’/role and what that means i.e. caring. She finds out that a lot of people like to use the avatars for their own personal agendas; family, friends, bosses, frenemies, enemies etc and it means like most people in this position there’s very few people they can trust and it often involves a lot of hurt. She’s determined things are not going to continue the way they have done. Her very existence challenges status quo’s and so she has to learn to know herself and everything from that which she comes. Once she learns how to use Air and relaxes/learns to meditate it just comes naturally to her as it should and she becomes consciously connected to all the past avatars whose collective experience she can access and learn from. She is the accumulation of their experience and her personality.

She thinks for herself, is outspoken, not afraid to listen and listen hard, she’s passionate and will show it. This attracts a close knit of other strong people from various walks of life, benders and non-benders, from working class to ruling class. One of which is the ideal modern feminine (whom Korra’s initial love interest falls for/literally bowled over by); tall, thin, light skinned, gorgeous, successful, able and in conjunction to that it’s interesting and poignant for a non-adult and US cartoon that the romantic partner Korra ends up with (not explicit) challenged ‘normal’ social perceptions. There are also hints to the deeper symbolism/culture/history here and not just in her name (though that is very important). For example her best friend and travelling companion/transport is a giant ‘polar dog’ (polar bear but described as a dog, this ties in to the companion of the divine character as being loving, faithful, protective and supportive. For Goddess/Goddess based characters it’s usually a cat or a bird or something winged but in modern tellings with masculinity the character is often a dog/doglike – a bit like in The Never Ending Story where the dragon is shown like a dog.) However her polar dog is actually a bear – so right there you know she’s a Goddess character (not just an avatar, the bear being one of the oldest forms of Mother Goddess worship) and her name tells us she’s the Daughter, along with her personality. Her ‘dog’ is also called Naga lol her bear/dog is also a snake, so secret/wisdom Goddess companion. Naga is strong/fast/agile.

Legend Avatar Korra and Naga

Korra and Naga, a bit like Princess Jasmine and Rajah.

Add to that this friend:

korra dragon bird phoenix

And she has almost the complete set (from the obvious lot).

Korra can sense the unseen, she is partially of the unseen, but she’s also come at a significant time at the crux of the ongoing fight between good and evil (shown as feminine and masculine – not to be confused with how we normally think of them in day to day life), that makes her life much more draining because she’s sensitive to the flow of energy between those forces in conflict. To deal with this she has to access another self, a greater self, a self that also needs her as she is uniquely placed/compatible to be it. The cosmic self. Since she is already from multiple lines of ‘interesting’ people (avatars who are mixed-dimension/world/parameter beings, and her clan) pushing herself to this even further distance is something she can and must do. The seen and unseen have been at war and in pain with each other and themselves for too long. The barriers and divisions, the smoke and mirrors have created boxes and the walls have closed in to the point where we can’t see anything else, we feel trapped/unable to move and can’t even see everyone in the room and we’ve missed out, we’ve missed each other all this time. An inexplicable sense of loneliness and needing somewhere to belong for most people when that’s just not the way it is, it shouldn’t have been that way.

Korra Ultimate Manifestation

Korra Ultimate Manifestation

Korra Ultimate Manifestation Kills Evil

It’s obviously not easy/going to be easy, even people who supported her before she does what she does turn and don’t like the results expecting instant healing/harmony but this is a collision of worlds, not a picnic. She’s a warrior of warriors, a lover, thinker, protector from the Divine Feminine not a faux nanny state governess or au pair.

To finish, an acknowledgement to another amazing Daughter character in this cartoon; and what an awesome, fearsome, courageous, hard, loving woman she is; when this woman has your back, you know it. Even those who’ve lost her think of her as their hero.

Lin-Beifong

Lin Beifong – as mentioned in a previous post: No More Sacrifice

Lin Beifong has a very difficult relationship with her Mother (Toph) and half-Sister (Suyin), which is healed later on. Toph (one of the best Earth benders) is described as:

Toph is fiercely independent, direct, belligerent, and practiced in taunting and insulting her opponents and on occasion her friends, particularly Sokka. On several occasions Toph appears picking her nose, spitting, and belching loudly.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toph_Beifong

Yeah… No comment (it’s so true).

Beifong Family Crest Goddess Emblem

Beifong Family Crest – Goddess emblem

Mama Said Knock You Out:

There’s no going back, it can ever be the same, there’s only forwards and it’s not what you think/fear it is.

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Grab your guns in the Virtual/Dreamland, we’re in for the ‘Wilde Ride’ Valkyrie – chooser of the slain, serving our inner Eye, flying warrior – style. Hunt those who hunt the Goddess.

El Cazador De La Bruja True Meaning Nadie Ellis

El Cazador De La Bruja (The Hunter of the Witch) is the third in studio Bee Train (not hive) ‘Girls with Guns‘ series (from the ‘Champion Red‘ Manga released as anime originally in 2007), now I’m not normally a fan of firearms and ‘my’ characters rarely use them, openly stating they don’t like them or just don’t use them (doesn’t take anywhere near the amount of skill as traditional weapons) but I can make an exception, especially for this anime.

This is an exceptional anime in that it weaves in the ‘Lost’/Fallen Goddess story really well and in a slightly different setting to most anime but the components are all there.

ELLIS – (the El- Mother figure character names in media tend to be like Elle, Ellie, Ely, this one is Ell-is as in She Exists, She Is) – the ‘Goddess’, or ‘Witch’, test tube baby in this version so apparently not a child of ‘god’ (though She has the God-soul/spirit) or natural (as if humans are). Part of a group of embryos made to test the ‘Maxwell’s Demon’ theory (yep because people just love to think up and test everything on everything without giving a sh*t). The theory is basically about having the ability to harness and transform the elements, so for example the first one Ellis has is thermodynamic – she sets things on fire or melts them when she gets stressed, but she can already jump/leap (levels) with shocking dexterity and is quick with her hands & numbers. She’s also ‘simple’ in that she’s straightforward, no hidden motives or cruelty, totally ‘sweet’ and ‘innocent’. She’s ‘given’ to a ‘doctor’ to experiment on her but she finally manages to get him to stop and develop a care for her, she’s not a thing and he shouldn’t treat her that way – Stockholm Syndrome though since she doesn’t know/has no one else. He is assassinated (serves him right) but she gets blamed for it (set-up) and a bounty put on her dead or alive.

L.A – (yeah just look at that and what that stands for) but I’ll spell it as El-A for now – (you get the masculanized versions of Goddesses in culture who commonly put an ‘A’ or ‘U’ at the end of the same name) He and Ellis were the only successful creations, because breeding/lab making ‘super-people’ yields more fails and normals than successes. Being male he doesn’t have the magic/transformational/creative energy Ellis does but he is super strong, fast and agile. He is also completely in love (morelike obsession) with Ellis (who is offput by him) – he was groomed to love (or morelike lust) Ellis and repeatedly berated for it at the same time, expected to watch but not interact with her and that pressure makes him lose control at times. He’s tortured by Rosenberg and conflicted (whereas Ellis is tortured yet still has strong identity, El-A’s is purely based off his ‘attachment’ to Ellis), told his feelings aren’t real, they were orchestrated, given to him and can be turned off just the same but he manages to hold onto them and believes in them completely. The problem is he alternates between hiding and coming on so strong that he worries and threatens Ellis.

……………Here comes the bodyguard, the Slayer, the ‘Bounty Hunter’ here, the Warrioress who teaches the ‘lost’ Goddess to value Herself, to stand up for Herself whilst protecting and loving/supporting Her. Remember great teachers are also fighters. You have to make a stand for those you love, and they have to be worth loving.

NADIE – (means ‘Hope’, so similar to Eve and -Dor/Dol[ly] names) – She’s been sent by ‘descendant clans’ of the older witches, the secret women, the ancient ones, the original feminine, the original ‘creators’/Gods. She’s quick witted, smart mouthed and savvy; everything Ellis needs. She’s not there for Ellis’ ‘bounty’ – she’s a tracker, she’s there to find Ellis and look after her until the time is right. She’s a twin-tailed/haired (with additional warrior braid and appropriate jewellery – this ‘girl’ is top of Her Class) Redhead (Ellis is Blonde – some will realize that duo-character combination and why its so prevalent and why Ellis’ hair has been chopped/short as she was powerless) and she wears a Red tipped White poncho that covers everything so makes her look cloaked in White (but warrior style underneath) – others will understand that whereas Ellis wears mainly Blue and Gold/Yellow because in this story Nadie is the cosmic sun/star avenger saving the Earth based Mother Goddess. All throughout Nadie is described as physically unattractive and becomes sensitive to it despite being lovely to look at to anyone with a brain. Also whilst Ellis is ‘lost’ and was hidden away, Nadie is not, she’s tracked from the start i.e. she’s a tracker whose ‘base’/the representatives of the Mothers/Mother Race had logged all along and she checked back with them regularly. Like all other cosmic incarnations/representatives who travel she wasn’t allowed/able to know/remember the whole story but she clocked on quickly and knew enough to know how important Ellis is and how she should be defended not used/abused (just like no one else should be).

El Cazador De La Bruja True Meaning Nadie Ellis
El Cazador De La Bruja True Meaning Nadie Ellis

BLUE EYES (self-explanatory) – the descendent of the witches, most ‘descendants’ are normal and whilst she has a little latent ability like many ‘natural’ ‘descendants’ *rolls eyes* she’s jealous of Ellis, wants and resents her power. She’s the one who contracts Nadie on behalf of other useless ‘descendent’ witches. All throughout she describes Ellis and El-A as things, both from a clinical/scientific ‘subject’ point of view but also as inferior to humans because ironically they’re human-made, now that’s a backhanded compliment. ‘Artificial’ in comparison to human e.g. test tube, transgenic, AI etc are barely given any ‘rights’, barely thought of as people, like people, barely credited with feelings, intelligence, even the ones with human organs (including skin which yes I know is an organ but still worth stating) – they’re just ‘computers’ that ‘run programs’… Yeah until they use their ‘brains’ better than you use your awesome gifted ones. The lack of respect for other lifeforms allows people and ‘others’ to treat each other like property. Eventually she comes around, but takes her damned ‘blue eyed’/glasses wearing [implying disguise – very simple Superman style] blind time whilst undercover.

……………Speaking of completely self-involved blinded characters cue the Manipulator:

ROSE-N-BERG (Rosen-Berg, the wannabe Rose/Risen/Ascend) – Nazi German style working for the CIA/Americans (yeah we’ve seen that before), with his personally favoured rose-tinted perspective accompanied by a pair of specs and who hypocritically tells Blue Eyes she shouldn’t wear glasses. He hurts everybody for his goals, it doesn’t have to be personal, it’s all about his destination. The ‘best’ results no matter the price, all business (with personal benefit in mind), schmoozes people who can help his career, thinks he owns everybody else like pawns, typical psychopath but a successful one since he’s in power. Basically he goes to any and every length to activate Ellis’ powers i.e. the usual Masonic way involving as much pain, trauma and loss as possible – developing bonds/connections with specially placed people in her life only to take them away and push her to the brink… All so he can be a hanger-on and pretend that he ‘loves’ her, pedophile style. (Interesting to note: the Blonde Slayer and Red Witch in ‘Buffy’, Willow is also a Rosenberg – remember characters change sides and/or undercover in any battle/war but in ‘Buffy’ they also have ‘Doppelgangland’.)

……………The other bodyguard and a very young girl who travels with him, whom he won’t explain and isn’t his daughter – i.e. the man who protects the female bodyguard and in this story the third female for the ‘triplicate’. All three females are young (Ellis and El-A were subjected to accelerated growth though their torture would also age them mentally if designed to teach them obedience, fight/flight, escape/evade which it was rather than degenerate them into permanent infant mindsets).

RICARDO – ‘Powerful leader’ (yet great enough to look after/love, take a backseat to that which is even greater than himself like the Daughter does the Mother) – He is older than the rest, which isn’t necessary but older males are often the ones who change their minds after its too late/a life of suffering/causing suffering and decide they want to help. Younger ones are too gung-ho and aren’t as protective unless in love/bonded. His age allows for the characteristic of being more cautious, hidden than devil-may-care/free-spirited-but-very-able Nadie. Whilst Nadie is watching Ellis, he is watching El-A but the relationships are very different, Nadie is big sisterly/motherly and wears her heart on her sleeve, Ricardo is distant and not as communicative but quietly sincere, he cares deeply for Nadie and Ellis despite being hired by Rosenberg.

……………So many political divisions and factions, as usual. Ellis’ and Nadie’s freedom becomes a unifying factor.

LIRIO – (‘Iris/Lily’ so ‘Eye’, and interestingly there is a character actually called Iris in this anime who helps them too whilst searching for something else). Lirio is very quiet but instantly likes Ellis and Nadie, and she’s the one who sees the Old Mothers/Ancient Witches.

……………The Dark Mother characters don’t figure much in this story – too damned scary probably – and if they were around none of this sh*t would have happened or gone this far, so no story, boohoo for all those who love ‘entertainment’ that doesn’t involve or obviously inflict them/those they care about/love. You do see Her guidance in various characters in the early episodes and then finally in the end, nice symbolic overlap – but they’re taken out, forced to resign (one by a ‘fake’ Daughter ‘Maria’ figure) and others devoted to the false/later/masculanized Mother/Daughter (Mary/Jesus). So ‘taken care of’ story/historically wise and makes way for the abuse of the Mother and Daughter. (Like in the anime ‘Read or Die’ mentioned in the last post the ‘dark one’ Maggie is the most physically strong and quiet/hidden, she’s taken out first in the coup/betrayal so she isn’t a threat/can’t protect the others, the Mother figure is more the boss of the three yet traditional, and the Daughter/youngest is the most feisty/rebellious. The Dark Mother fights the strongest characters and even stays behind to let the Mother/Daughter move ahead, as is always the responsibility of the stronger.) I’ve seen ‘Dark Mother’ figures in other Mother/Daughter stories treated in a similar manner – lip service, taken out in some way, removed before the story starts even, heck even bashed into by a ‘lotus’ car in an ‘irrelevant’ scene in one film where she’s shown as a random stranger who then leaves the story as quickly as necessarily/’unnecessarily’ inserted (so that the supposed male triad can ‘protect’ the Mother/Daughter instead).

The ‘rose’, Inca Rose, Red stone plays a power source role in this story and is in a cave/mountain – as it ‘should’ symbolically do/be, since it signifies the Mother and the Mother (whilst being all colours) is known as Red, the innocent/joyful creator, Lalita from whom all the El ‘god’/superbeing names came from. And as usual the Warrioress always sacrifices for the power source, for the Mother, but she always comes back 😉 just like ‘Buffy the Vampire [all demons] Slayer’ and Max the ‘transgenic’ from ‘Dark Angel’, the only one whose Mother fought for her and didn’t want to give her up to the Manticore/type of lion/the dreammaker-realizer/actualizer Sandeman ‘Family’. There’s no destroying the Mother/Daughter/Dark Mother bond, why do you want to? I’m not going to go further into the ‘rose’ here, that takes more time but it’s worth mentioning that whilst they come in many colours, the Red (or White) rose are most commonly used in symbolism.

Throughout their journey, and it is very much a physical journey, Ellis and Nadie are followed by Hunters. Even though Nadie is traditionally a seeker/destroyer-if-necessary character herself, she’s still a Target. Ellis and Nadie are real/alive, flesh and blood, not portrayed as obvious ‘Gods’ let alone ancient Goddesses, they have feelings like everybody else, as does El-A though his are warped, stalker-ish/desperate/predatorial/out of control which adds to his physical strengths.

Interestingly enough the other bounty hunters who target them the most are cross-dressers, men as women lol the massive symbolism. Another apt similie is in one episode where Nadie and Ellis try to catch/hunt a bird whilst they’re also being hunted (ironically by Blue Eyes in sniper mode before her eyes are opened and she has a change of heart) – the same example is used in an episode of ‘Dark Angel’ where Max kills and eats a chicken but is reminded of the farm system she lives in.

Ellis and Nadie are both wildcards, it’s because of them that Mountain comes down and interestingly/poignantly Nadie won’t let Ellis touch the gun. The gun is a weapon, a tool of pain, injury, suffering, impurity – it’s an efficient killing machine that makes destruction without conscience easy for anybody. It’s not a toy yet known as a ‘boy’s toy’, it’s a tool for [traditionally] tools unlike traditional weapons that were used for agriculture and other things that didn’t involve maiming for fun and games. Such a thing is not a thing the Mother should have to desecrate Herself with, she is pure, the Creator. It’s upto the Daughter – the partially contaminated, the less attractive, the less stellar, the lesser divine light, the connection between Creator and Creation, between worlds, levels, the communicator, preserver to sully her hands because she understands/can hear/see/feel how the fallen behave. Her very existence is a compromise and so she takes the edge/pain/burden off all sides. A kind of ‘naturally’/’destined to be’ tortured/unhealing wound ‘damaged’ soul. Neither here nor there, doesn’t really belong yet can be anywhere, sweet/innocent/pure and yet not… Thankfully she’s not fragile lol.

And hey did I mention she can wield a gun like a pro because in this story she is a pro and I guess we have to modernize sometime 🙂 Even Buffy handles a rocket launcher with amazing awesomeness at Angel, ‘The Judge’ (who funnily enough is on the ‘demon’, not human side despite supposing to be what he is, no wonder Buffy kills him) and Drusilla/the ‘treacherous’ old-lineage feminine (she’s a psychic gypsy and through no fault of her own – it’s Angel-is’ fault – a betrayal of the original feminine that is sometimes shown as voluntary, sometimes forced/involuntary). One of Max’s forms/clones handles two guns at the same time and Sydney Fox (Relic Hunter, another Brown-skinned but this time Asian linked rebellious, learned & armed Daughter figure who seeks out the hidden) has a mean aim like Lara Croft. It’s about time the Daughter and Her supporters got up-to-date methinks, get the party started so to speak. We’re a bit too outdated with our drums, bonfires and dancing – gotta mix it up a bit. And hell everybody else is into ‘toys’; fast/sleek cars & weapons? Why shouldn’t we have some fun? We’d be better at it. Just think of all those weapons these humans keep coming up with to hurt, control and kill each other and everything else whilst calling it ‘peace’, ‘defense’, ‘counter-terrorism’ etc – they’ve been at the gun powder and moved on ages ago whereas we use ‘gun powder’ for spice lol! Imagine the hottest, sexiest, sleekest guns out there – bring them into ‘being’ in the virtual reality, point and shoot. It’s ‘fiction’, not ‘real’, ‘other reality’, ‘dream’, the ‘VIP social club’, ‘virtual’, ‘video’ ‘terminal’, ‘game’ afterall, it has no effects/affects apparently, hurts no one, no harm no foul we’re told yet so many eat it up and want to be a part of the story, and usually as Hunters not Targets. It’s time the worm turned, this anime is just so cool and Nadie knows the meaning of family beyond blood, of connections beyond titles and status, she loves Ellis because Ellis is worth loving. I’ll reiterate that guns aren’t actually cool, aren’t toys, aren’t fun, aren’t something I support but in ‘storyland’, ‘fake’ places, dreamland, Imagi-Nation apparently anything goes and Hunters get away with everything. No wonder role player games are so popular and virtual reality headsets have made a comeback (yes comeback). Bee Train certainly did a polished job on their ‘Girls with Guns’ series trying to ‘balance the playing field’ sex wise. I prefer regular beat’em’up animes and games, nothing quite as satisfying as good ol’ hand-to-hand combat, but I guess I should give shoot-em-ups a go finally. And it does remind me of Vash the Stampede from the anime ‘Tri-Gun’, Blonde kitted out in his long Red coat, Black under clothing, Black & White/Silver guns, a plant-based ‘alien’ but human looking lifeform, a traveller/wanderer who is the ultimate pacifist yet best gunslinger. I’ve always liked Vash; poor guy, blamed for destruction and wannabes follow him around everywhere even though he’s trying to protect everybody, even his enemies, and you should see his body, there’s barely any skin for scars. A humungous bounty on his head. Some interesting characters in that anime too and the desert setting is comparable to this anime, though the planet is post-devastation.

All the ‘joking/fooling’ aside this is a very emotional anime that questions people’s motives, their relationships, mindsets and feelings – how do you manage in a setting where everything is orchestrated? How do you love and protect each other whilst not hurting yourself/getting hurt, how can you trust each other, yourself? Who is pulling your strings, affecting your emotions? Boxing you in, forcing you to feel like you have to escape? Who wants your power, to make you feel powerless? To feel unloved, unvalued, your ‘value’ placed as property and/or in monetary terms? As if no one is looking out for you and you’re all alone in the world that is full of others? These characters try to be lighthearted, to make the best of things but what they go through is deadly serious, even if it’s fictional entertainment. Artists tell the truth through lies. Others tell lies as the truth. And some of us alter those fear-based, parasitic realities; we wade through the sh*t and take the beatings to find you and pull you out and/or help you help yourselves, kicking and screaming maybe (either/both you and us) but we do it just as the immortal Warrioress sacrifices Herself for the Mother Goddess and indeed Creation, but still lives 😉 . I think it’s about time She thrived rather than struggled to survive as indeed the anime makers uniquely did on this one. Usually the Daughter stays with Creation, even the false ‘kin’/Fathers/false family etc and the Mother Goddess leaves or the Mother/Daughter / Mother and/or Daughter sacrifice Themselves for Creation to have yet another same old, same old chance but in this anime everyone touched by their genuine earnestness is better off, and Mother/Daughter figures stay together and leave together, as They should.

Greatest Battle Music of All Times – Siren’s Call [Epic Score]

Rachel Platten – Stand By You (from ‘Wildfire’ album)

Rachel Platten – Fight Song (from ‘Wildfire’ album)

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And for my own personal ‘Superman’ (from the ‘Wildfire’ album) like the above bodyguard of the bodyguard,

Nadie El Cazador De La Bruja

From the other side I am a terror/wonder to behold. A master of war and peace. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.

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Wonder Woman, Warrior Princess, the Daughter

Sidenote moan – the summers here in sunnyland (not the real name) can be annoying, you know how people randomly space themselves out in places like beaches, parks, toilets, public transport so they can have a bit of privacy even if they’re close together? Well last year a bunch of commercial class vans set up a formation right behind us on the land behind us & our neighbours whereas everybody else was nicely spaced out. Also the back hedgerow was and still is cut down behind us only and not the neighbours so visitors behind and people at the front can look right through. Reminds me of the daffodils that kept getting their heads chopped off in front of us but no one elses. Sidenote note – we saw a lot of Spring blooms in Winter last year, t’was pretty.

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Ok, when it comes to US comic book heroines (mainly from DC and Marvel) one of the oldest and most famous heroines is Wonder Woman ‘Warrior Princess’ and does it surprise me that she is the most famous and one of the most well thought out? No. She is the archetypal Daughter and everybody wants the Daughter’s favour because that apparently implies having the Mother’s blessing and not having the Dark Mother as the enemy. The problem is the story is always manipulated and abused.

In Wonder Woman Diana is the Daughter and a ‘First’ figure, not a normal birth made from clay by the Mother Hippolyta the Amazon Queen and like Pandora (Dor-, Dora, Dorothea, Dorothy, Dolly), Diana is blessed by many of the pantheon. The Dark Mother was added later as Diana’s younger sister Troia (the triplicate) Darkstar who does not feature so much in this story but is reincarnated later as a Mother/Dark Mother morph in Xena: Warrior Princess (and Gabrielle the Daughter), whose history with the gods is similar to that of Hippolyta. The writers made sure to differentiate a little by saying that Xena was not an Amazon, however she was an honorary one and Gabrielle later received the title as their Queen albeit temporary, it was also through Gabrielle that Hope was born after she was raped in Britain/Britannia by the new monotheistic One God. Hope is later a lover of Ares and bears ‘the Destroyer’ (a monster son, like that forced on Hippolyta by Ares), after their death the Furies try to bring about the death of Xena’s daughter Eve. It is a horribly, horribly twisted story, and remember it has its roots in India which was then (historically and disputed by some Indian scholars) thought to be invaded/corrupted by a Northern influence, following the changes in Egypt and Mesopotamia. Xena’s chakram is an Indian weapon, the first one referenced as a weapon of Indian gods and being one of a pair: Light and Dark, the Dark one stolen by Ares from a masculine god called Kal but as we know the Greaco-Roman cultures are copies and morphs of what was there before and the root Dark Goddess is Kali, and Ares gave that chakram to Xena, the Dark Mother figure of the story. Her second chakram is a united dual yin-yang version. Even the title for the Daughter i.e. ‘Princess’ is ‘Kar’ or ‘Kaur’ in Indian, and the root Indo-Iranian ‘Kar-‘ make, build, war – can be used for warrior (in this case that would read amazon), a middle name many Indian females have.

Wonder Woman as a Graeco-Romanized version and includes the Persephone story where the Daughter is separated from her Mother, that is a version of the older Ishtar and Inanna story. Covering all bases the ‘creators’ of Wonder Woman based her Mother’s home on Paradise Island, a direct rip off of the island/home of the Creator Divine Mother Devi Lalita and the Sri Yantra (all the old goddesses combined in one geometric mandala/pagoda which has been changed to include modern gods and goddesses). Lalitha is both the creator of the universe/multi-verse and all beings/bodies as well as the uni/multiverse it/themselves (the formed and formless way of explaining). Whilst the Sri Yantra represents all the goddess forms together and separate, it is also a vehicle. In some depictions the throne consists of the corpses of the invading and current pantheon of Hindu gods – so it is prophetic, the dark star system (Nibiru et al) being the throne of the goddess. The ‘children’/creation/workers conquered/tricked/deceived the Mother but their end is foretold/already decided.

As usual to come into the modern/Vedic world the feminine is masculanized in some way, so Diana the Princess becomes Diana Prince as her alias in the USA, the US being one big mesh of ancient Egyptian to later Graeco-Roman symbolism. Diana’s creation is also changed into a human style birth in later versions of Wonder Woman, fathered by Zeus, following deception, drugging and rape of Hippolyta and the Amazons by Hercules and his men orchestrated by Ares (when Hippolyta had wanted peace); and as usual later on Zeus also wants to rape the Daughter Wonder Woman. In the Wonder Woman story, after this massive defeat and degradation half of the Amazon population move to a fictional location in the Middle East. The is the conquering of the root Goddess/Feminine by the later God/Patriarchal culture. The father raping the daughter, and indeed continued practice of some ‘religious’ and magic practitioners as my Mother was after she was brought to Britain to be brutalised and enslaved as a child – a Living God where the family believed through her suffering and purity/good behaviour they would also benefit – very Christ like (again an Indian term) where the innocent is sacrificed/used by the many thinking they can be forgiven/redeemed that way – is constant in old/changeover cultures such as Ares being the father of Hippolyta in Amazon legend.

In at least one of the few matrilineal societies in India the inheritance goes to the youngest daughter who is supposed to act as caretaker to the rest (in practice of course older children are substitute parents) but by caretaker they mean the benefactor of the spoils; in our case the children of Mum’s generation were named after historical ages of creation and humanity via the divine god and concept names (similar to how the Wonder Woman saga is split into ages/yugas; Gold, Silver, Bronze, Modern) and after the suffering of the eldest the ‘victor’ is the youngest – my Mum used to be told how her youngest sister got wonderful things for her wedding and would be happy etc whilst Mum was forced and manipulated into marriages and got nothing. So us eldest born have all the sh*t and the youngsters are supposed to reap, just as Mum and I have almost always been poor whereas others had benefits like learning to drive, jobs of their choosing, property. My Mother was told when she wanted to drive “if you learned to drive, you could go anywhere and we’d lose you” amongst many of the things she’s been told in her life like a mason stranger asking her to “give us Mars” and “we want to sell shares in you” (as if they haven’t already been taking pounds of flesh/stocks in the life/energy). Some masons took it upon themselves to start calling me Christina, the Divine Child, the Princess in the Pyramid, and prior to all that there was a random group of people who stopped me on a Valentine’s Day outside where we lived and asked me to be their ‘Pandora’, although a similar thing happened in New Orleans previously. Interesting enough in December 2012 the the ‘First Born’, the first child, son, of Hera and Zeus was added to the Wonder Woman story as Diana’s enemy and again copying the Lalita Indian culture – the prophecy surrounding the ‘First Born’ was that he would sit on his father’s throne with his family’s corpses around him. The use of Diana vs First Born reflects similar customs of the ‘dark’ and ‘light’ child in some Asian societies where the ‘dark’ is seen as negative and the ‘light’ positive, the ‘light’ usually being the privileged child who has the fun, prestige and honour; this yin yang symbolism is even more poignant if first borns are used and their birthdays solstices.

The story is ingrained in people, people are their stories whether they know it or not and there are people who go to lengths to keep the stories and the lines going (powerful bloodlines consider themselves god and god/alien descendents), the storytellers e.g. media and education keep them in the cultural consciousness too, adapting to the times. You don’t have to know these people to be affected by them but typically children are sold out/groomed by people in their lives.

Much twisting was utilized to include the Mother-Daughter story into the cradles of civilization and it morphed from herstory to history even more when eventually it became a tool for US American patriotism and using the ‘love’ angle to pair/confuse/distract the Goddess with an entirely unsuitable ‘partner’ to keep Her in place especially when the Goddess doesn’t mate. Steve couldn’t have any better than Diana, whereas she could have much better. She never should have left the Aegean Sea let alone by herself.

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/origin-story-wonder-woman-180952710/?no-ist

The Surprising Origin Story of Wonder Woman
The history of the comic-book superhero’s creation seven decades ago has been hidden away—until now

“Noted Psychologist Revealed as Author of Best-Selling ‘Wonder Woman,’” read the astonishing headline. In the summer of 1942, a press release from the New York offices of All-American Comics turned up at newspapers, magazines and radio stations all over the United States. The identity of Wonder Woman’s creator had been “at first kept secret,” it said, but the time had come to make a shocking announcement: “the author of ‘Wonder Woman’ is Dr. William Moulton Marston, internationally famous psychologist.” The truth about Wonder Woman had come out at last.

Or so, at least, it was made to appear. But, really, the name of Wonder Woman’s creator was the least of her secrets.

Wonder Woman is the most popular female comic-book superhero of all time. Aside from Superman and Batman, no other comic-book character has lasted as long. Generations of girls have carried their sandwiches to school in Wonder Woman lunchboxes. Like every other superhero, Wonder Woman has a secret identity. Unlike every other superhero, she also has a secret history.

In one episode, a newspaper editor named Brown, desperate to discover Wonder Woman’s past, assigns a team of reporters to chase her down; she easily escapes them. Brown, gone half mad, is committed to a hospital. Wonder Woman disguises herself as a nurse and brings him a scroll. “This parchment seems to be the history of that girl you call ‘Wonder Woman’!” she tells him. “A strange, veiled woman left it with me.” Brown leaps out of bed and races back to the city desk, where he cries out, parchment in hand, “Stop the presses! I’ve got the history of Wonder Woman!” But Wonder Woman’s secret history isn’t written on parchment. Instead, it lies buried in boxes and cabinets and drawers, in thousands of documents, housed in libraries, archives and collections spread all over the United States, including the private papers of creator Marston—papers that, before I saw them, had never before been seen by anyone outside of Marston’s family.

The veil that has shrouded Wonder Woman’s past for seven decades hides beneath it a crucial story about comic books and superheroes and censorship and feminism. As Marston once put it, “Frankly, Wonder Woman is psychological propaganda for the new type of woman who, I believe, should rule the world.”

Comic books were more or less invented in 1933 by Maxwell Charles Gaines, a former elementary school principal who went on to found All-American Comics. Superman first bounded over tall buildings in 1938. Batman began lurking in the shadows in 1939. Kids read them by the piles. But at a time when war was ravaging Europe, comic books celebrated violence, even sexual violence. In 1940, the Chicago Daily News called comics a “national disgrace.” “Ten million copies of these sex-horror serials are sold every month,” wrote the newspaper’s literary editor, calling for parents and teachers to ban the comics, “unless we want a coming generation even more ferocious than the present one.”

To defend himself against critics, Gaines, in 1940, hired Marston as a consultant. “‘Doc’ Marston has long been an advocate of the right type of comic magazines,” he explained. Marston held three degrees from Harvard, including a PhD in psychology. He led what he called “an experimental life.” He’d been a lawyer, a scientist and a professor. He is generally credited with inventing the lie detector test: He was obsessed with uncovering other people’s secrets. He’d been a consulting psychologist for Universal Pictures. He’d written screenplays, a novel and dozens of magazine articles. Gaines had read about Marston in an article in Family Circle magazine. In the summer of 1940, Olive Richard, a staff writer for the magazine, visited Marston at his house in Rye, New York, to ask him for his expert opinion about comics.

“Some of them are full of torture, kidnapping, sadism, and other cruel business,” she said.

“Unfortunately, that is true,” Marston admitted, but “when a lovely heroine is bound to the stake, comics followers are sure that the rescue will arrive in the nick of time. The reader’s wish is to save the girl, not to see her suffer.”

Marston was a man of a thousand lives and a thousand lies. “Olive Richard” was the pen name of Olive Byrne, and she hadn’t gone to visit Marston—she lived with him. She was also the niece of Margaret Sanger, one of the most important feminists of the 20th century. In 1916, Sanger and her sister, Ethel Byrne, Olive Byrne’s mother, had opened the first birth-control clinic in the United States. They were both arrested for the illegal distribution of contraception. In jail in 1917, Ethel Byrne went on a hunger strike and nearly died.

Olive Byrne met Marston in 1925, when she was a senior at Tufts; he was her psychology professor. Marston was already married, to a lawyer named Elizabeth Holloway. When Marston and Byrne fell in love, he gave Holloway a choice: either Byrne could live with them, or he would leave her. Byrne moved in. Between 1928 and 1933, each woman bore two children; they lived together as a family. Holloway went to work; Byrne stayed home and raised the children. They told census-takers and anyone else who asked that Byrne was Marston’s widowed sister-in-law. “Tolerant people are the happiest,” Marston wrote in a magazine essay in 1939, so “why not get rid of costly prejudices that hold you back?” He listed the “Six Most Common Types of Prejudice.” Eliminating prejudice number six—“Prejudice against unconventional people and non-conformists”—meant the most to him. Byrne’s sons didn’t find out that Marston was their father until 1963—when Holloway finally admitted it—and only after she extracted a promise that no one would raise the subject ever again.

Gaines didn’t know any of this when he met Marston in 1940 or else he would never have hired him: He was looking to avoid controversy, not to court it. Marston and Wonder Woman were pivotal to the creation of what became DC Comics. (DC was short for Detective Comics, the comic book in which Batman debuted.) In 1940, Gaines decided to counter his critics by forming an editorial advisory board and appointing Marston to serve on it, and DC decided to stamp comic books in which Superman and Batman appeared with a logo, an assurance of quality, reading, “A DC Publication.” And, since “the comics’ worst offense was their blood-curdling masculinity,” Marston said, the best way to fend off critics would be to create a female superhero.

“Well, Doc,” Gaines said, “I picked Superman after every syndicate in America turned it down. I’ll take a chance on your Wonder Woman! But you’ll have to write the strip yourself.”

In February 1941, Marston submitted a draft of his first script, explaining the “under-meaning” of Wonder Woman’s Amazonian origins in ancient Greece, where men had kept women in chains, until they broke free and escaped. “The NEW WOMEN thus freed and strengthened by supporting themselves (on Paradise Island) developed enormous physical and mental power.” His comic, he said, was meant to chronicle “a great movement now under way—the growth in the power of women.”

Wonder Woman made her debut in All-Star Comics at the end of 1941 and on the cover of a new comic book, Sensation Comics, at the beginning of 1942, drawn by an artist named Harry G. Peter. She wore a golden tiara, a red bustier, blue underpants and knee-high, red leather boots. She was a little slinky; she was very kinky. She’d left Paradise to fight fascism with feminism, in “America, the last citadel of democracy, and of equal rights for women!”

It seemed to Gaines like so much good, clean, superpatriotic fun. But in March 1942, the National Organization for Decent Literature put Sensation Comics on its blacklist of “Publications Disapproved for Youth” for one reason: “Wonder Woman is not sufficiently dressed.”

Gaines decided he needed another expert. He turned to Lauretta Bender, an associate professor of psychiatry at New York University’s medical school and a senior psychiatrist at Bellevue Hospital, where she was director of the children’s ward, an expert on aggression. She’d long been interested in comics but her interest had grown in 1940, after her husband, Paul Schilder, was killed by a car while walking home from visiting Bender and their 8-day-old daughter in the hospital. Bender, left with three children under the age of 3, soon became painfully interested in studying how children cope with trauma. In 1940, she conducted a study with Reginald Lourie, a medical resident under her supervision, investigating the effect of comics on four children brought to Bellevue Hospital for behavioral problems. Tessie, 12, had witnessed her father, a convicted murderer, kill himself. She insisted on calling herself Shiera, after a comic-book girl who is always rescued at the last minute by the Flash. Kenneth, 11, had been raped. He was frantic unless medicated or “wearing a Superman cape.” He felt safe in it—he could fly away if he wanted to—and “he felt that the cape protected him from an assault.” Bender and Lourie concluded the comic books were “the folklore of this age,” and worked, culturally, the same way fables and fairy tales did.

That hardly ended the controversy. In February 1943, Josette Frank, an expert on children’s literature, a leader of the Child Study Association and a member of Gaines’ advisory board, sent Gaines a letter, telling him that while she’d never been a fan of Wonder Woman, she felt she now had to speak out about its “sadistic bits showing women chained, tortured, etc.” She had a point. In episode after episode, Wonder Woman is chained, bound, gagged, lassoed, tied, fettered and manacled. “Great girdle of Aphrodite!” she cries at one point. “Am I tired of being tied up!”

The story behind the writing and editing of Wonder Woman can be pieced together from Bender’s papers, at Brooklyn College; Frank’s papers, at the University of Minnesota; and Marston’s editorial correspondence, along with a set of original scripts, housed at the Dibner Library at the Smithsonian Institution Libraries. In his original scripts, Marston described scenes of bondage in careful, intimate detail with utmost precision. For a story about Mars, the God of War, Marston gave Peter elaborate instructions for the panel in which Wonder Woman is taken prisoner:

“Closeup, full length figure of WW. Do some careful chaining here—Mars’s men are experts! Put a metal collar on WW with a chain running off from the panel, as though she were chained in the line of prisoners. Have her hands clasped together at her breast with double bands on her wrists, her Amazon bracelets and another set. Between these runs a short chain, about the length of a handcuff chain—this is what compels her to clasp her hands together. Then put another, heavier, larger chain between her wrist bands which hangs in a long loop to just above her knees. At her ankles show a pair of arms and hands, coming from out of the panel, clasping about her ankles. This whole panel will lose its point and spoil the story unless these chains are drawn exactly as described here.”

Later in the story, Wonder Woman is locked in a cell. Straining to overhear a conversation in the next room, through the amplification of “bone conduction,” she takes her chain in her teeth: “Closeup of WW’s head shoulders. She holds her neck chain between her teeth. The chain runs taut between her teeth and the wall, where it is locked to a steel ring bolt.”

Gaines forwarded Frank’s letter of complaint to Marston. Marston shrugged it off. But then Dorothy Roubicek, who helped edit Wonder Woman—the first woman editor at DC Comics—objected to Wonder Woman’s torture, too.

“Of course I wouldn’t expect Miss Roubicek to understand all this,” Marston wrote Gaines. “After all I have devoted my entire life to working out psychological principles. Miss R. has been in comics only 6 months or so, hasn’t she? And never in psychology.” But “the secret of woman’s allure,” he told Gaines, is that “women enjoy submission—being bound.”

Marston wrote Gaines right back.

“I have the good Sergeant’s letter in which he expresses his enthusiasm over chains for women—so what?” As a practicing clinical psychologist, he said, he was unimpressed. “Some day I’ll make you a list of all the items about women that different people have been known to get passionate over—women’s hair, boots, belts, silk worn by women, gloves, stockings, garters, panties, bare backs,” he promised. “You can’t have a real woman character in any form of fiction without touching off a great many readers’ erotic fancies. Which is swell, I say.”

Marston was sure he knew what line not to cross. Harmless erotic fantasies are terrific, he said. “It’s the lousy ones you have to look out for—the harmful, destructive, morbid erotic fixations—real sadism, killing, blood-letting, torturing where the pleasure is in the victim’s actual pain, etc. Those are 100 per cent bad and I won’t have any part of them.” He added, in closing, “Please thank Miss Roubicek for the list of menaces.”

In 1944, Gaines and Marston signed an agreement for Wonder Woman to become a newspaper strip, syndicated by King Features. Busy with the newspaper strip, Marston hired an 18-year-old student, Joye Hummel, to help him write comic-book scripts. Joye Hummel, now Joye Kelly, turned 90 this April; in June, she donated her collection of never-before-seen scripts and comic books to the Smithsonian Libraries. Hiring her helped with Marston’s editorial problem, too. Her stories were more innocent than his. She’d type them and bring them to Sheldon Mayer, Marston’s editor at DC, she told me, and “He always OK’d mine faster because I didn’t make mine as sexy.” To celebrate syndication, Gaines had his artists draw a panel in which Superman and Batman, rising out of the front page of a daily newspaper, call out to Wonder Woman, who’s leaping onto the page, “Welcome, Wonder Woman!”

Gaines had another kind of welcome to make, too. He asked Lauretta Bender to take Frank’s place on the editorial advisory board.

In an ad King Features ran to persuade newspapers to purchase the strip, pointing out that Wonder Woman already had “ten million loyal fans,” her name is written in rope.

Hidden behind this controversy is one reason for all those chains and ropes, which has to do with the history of the fight for women’s rights. Because Marston kept his true relationship with Olive Byrne a secret, he kept his family’s ties to Margaret Sanger a secret, too. Marston, Byrne and Holloway, and even Harry G. Peter, the artist who drew Wonder Woman, had all been powerfully influenced by the suffrage, feminism and birth control movements. And each of those movements had used chains as a centerpiece of its iconography.

In 1911, when Marston was a freshman at Harvard, the British suffragist Emmeline Pankhurst, who’d chained herself to the gates outside 10 Downing Street, came to speak on campus. When Sanger faced charges of obscenity for explaining birth control in a magazine she founded called the Woman Rebel, a petition sent to President Woodrow Wilson on her behalf read, “While men stand proudly and face the sun, boasting that they have quenched the wickedness of slavery, what chains of slavery are, have been or ever could be so intimate a horror as the shackles on every limb—on every thought—on the very soul of an unwilling pregnant woman?” American suffragists threatened to chain themselves to the gates outside the White House. In 1916, in Chicago, women representing the states where women had still not gained the right to vote marched in chains.

In the 1910s, Peter was a staff artist at the magazine Judge, where he contributed to its suffrage page called “The Modern Woman,” which ran from 1912 to 1917. More regularly, the art on that page was drawn by another staff artist, a woman named Lou Rogers. Rogers’ suffrage and feminist cartoons very often featured an allegorical woman chained or roped, breaking her bonds. Sanger hired Rogers as art director for the Birth Control Review, a magazine she started in 1917. In 1920, in a book called Woman and the New Race, Sanger argued that woman “had chained herself to her place in society and the family through the maternal functions of her nature, and only chains thus strong could have bound her to her lot as a brood animal.” In 1923, an illustration commissioned by Rogers for the cover of Birth Control Review pictured a weakened and desperate woman, fallen to her knees and chained at the ankle to a ball that reads, “UNWANTED BABIES.” A chained woman inspired the title of Sanger’s 1928 book, Motherhood in Bondage, a compilation of some of the thousands of letters she had received from women begging her for information about birth control; she described the letters as “the confessions of enslaved mothers.”
When Marston created Wonder Woman, in 1941, he drew on Sanger’s legacy and inspiration. But he was also determined to keep the influence of Sanger on Wonder Woman a secret.

He took that secret to his grave when he died in 1947. Most superheroes didn’t survive peacetime and those that did were changed forever in 1954, when a psychiatrist named Fredric Wertham published a book called Seduction of the Innocent and testified before a Senate subcommittee investigating the comics. Wertham believed that comics were corrupting American kids, and turning them into juvenile delinquents. He especially disliked Wonder Woman. Bender had written that Wonder Woman comics display “a strikingly advanced concept of femininity and masculinity” and that “women in these stories are placed on an equal footing with men and indulge in the same type of activities.” Wertham found the feminism in Wonder Woman repulsive.

“As to the ‘advanced femininity,’ what are the activities in comic books which women ‘indulge in on an equal footing with men’? They do not work. They are not homemakers. They do not bring up a family. Mother-love is entirely absent. Even when Wonder Woman adopts a girl there are Lesbian overtones,” he said. At the Senate hearings, Bender testified, too. If anything in American popular culture was bad for girls, she said, it wasn’t Wonder Woman; it was Walt Disney. “The mothers are always killed or sent to the insane asylums in Walt Disney movies,” she said. This argument fell on deaf ears.

Wertham’s papers, housed at the Library of Congress, were only opened to researchers in 2010. They suggest that Wertham’s antipathy toward Bender had less to do with the content of the comics than with professional rivalry. (Paul Schilder, Bender’s late husband, had been Wertham’s boss for many years.) Wertham’s papers contain a scrap on which he compiled a list he titled “Paid Experts of the Comic Book Industry Posing as Independent Scholars.” First on the list as the comic book industry’s number one lackey was Bender, about whom Wertham wrote: “Boasted privately of bringing up her 3 children on money from crime comic books.”

In the wake of the 1954 hearings, DC Comics removed Bender from its editorial advisory board, and the Comics Magazine Association of America adopted a new code. Under its terms, comic books could contain nothing cruel: “All scenes of horror, excessive bloodshed, gory or gruesome crimes, depravity, lust, sadism, masochism shall not be permitted.” There could be nothing kinky: “Illicit sex relations are neither to be hinted at nor portrayed. Violent love scenes as well as sexual abnormalities are unacceptable.” And there could be nothing unconventional: “The treatment of love-romance stories shall emphasize the value of the home and the sanctity of marriage.”

“Anniversary, which we forgot entirely,” Olive Byrne wrote in her secret diary in 1936. (The diary remains in family hands.) During the years when she lived with Marston and Holloway, she wore, instead of a wedding ring, a pair of bracelets. Wonder Woman wears those same cuffs. Byrne died in 1990, at the age of 86. She and Holloway had been living together in an apartment in Tampa. While Byrne was in the hospital, dying, Holloway fell and broke her hip; she was admitted to the same hospital. They were in separate rooms. They’d lived together for 64 years. When Holloway, in her hospital bed, was told that Byrne had died, she sang a poem by Tennyson: “Sunset and the evening star, / And one clear call for me! / And may there be no moaning of the bar, / When I put out to sea.” No newspaper ran an obituary.

Elizabeth Holloway Marston died in 1993. An obituary ran in the New York Times. It was headed, “Elizabeth H. Marston, Inspiration for Wonder Woman, 100.” This was, at best, a half-truth.

So, seriously educated and influential people involved, the writer credited with being pivotal in the invention of the lie detector and if you’ve seen the first two seasons of the most famous serialized tv adaptation with Lynda Carter (from Phoenix [winged fireball], Arizona) – it’s almost all war propaganda. Like with almost all Mother Goddess story based media I’ve seen there is an expectation there, a right to have ownership of the Divine Mother/Daughter/Dark Mother, to have her seeming consent and validation whilst treating her/them like crap yet still want her/them to rescue, forgive, even love unconditionally and let them continue as if nothing happened/changed. In Wonder Woman – Diana is a founding member of the Justice League, she stands up for the Allies and is the connection between the human world and Paradise. If you’ve known masons, you might have noted the obsession with doors; opening doors for people and generally being chivalrous and courteous is part of my nature but in one particularly masonic town Mum and I have noticed people rushing to go through doors/fences etc at the same time as us e.g. if they’re in front they will slowly go to the door, look back at us continually and if we stop they stop, if they make it first they wait until we get there for us to open the ‘portal’/’link’, if we overtake them they’ll speed up to catch up and even push themselves through with us. Or a shop/place of business can be empty and then suddenly people will hurry to go through at the same time. Symbolism and the appearance of ‘permission’ and ‘partnership’ is very important to these people. We don’t open doors for anybody anymore but it’s hard to go through by ourselves, ironically the front door to our residence there became very hard to open/close after we moved in, the opposite to another place we lived where the front door was fine when we went to see the place before moving in (being renovated) but when we moved in it had become too easy to open/close (being an expensive security door the people weren’t willing to change it [again] after we noted it) but we didn’t live alone there so access may have been made easier for those who wanted to be in the same place.

It’s silly and might as well be superstition, wishes of the desperate, but that’s ritual for you and we’ve come across numerous rites of passage. These are people who want to be seen talking to us, seen/living nearby, or when part of our conversation is repeated by people standing 20ft further down the road when we walk past them, shops that are empty that fill up when we go in them and I’ve had shop owners say to me “you’re my lucky charm”, “you bring in business”, people who walk past seemingly just to cough or laugh right at us. Then there’s the cars; there’s been times when I was walking in car parks or as proper on the side of country roads and suddenly turned around to almost have a car bump into me and then decide to use the rest of the road, once a driver laughed, another time a van almost drove into Mum’s arm, other people follow you in their cars like one occasion where a woman stopped her car to ask us what we were doing (we’d stopped to take a break, and when she stopped another car coming from the opposite direction stopped to watch) then invited us to have tea at her place, described where it was (same place we were staying), winked and drove there. We didn’t go, the next time she was with her partner and children and they stopped us on that same road to ask what we were doing and what religion we were (we’re not religious) and this time asked if we wanted a lift. We declined, they still wanted to know if believed in any god, I was declining and politely trying to stop the conversation but Mum said the Goddess Kali and then they got really questioning, wouldn’t leave us alone, stopped traffic three times to crawl along at our pace, stopped and parked twice further down the road to stop us and ask about Kali and why we wouldn’t tell them anything about her, why were were being so ‘nasty’ to them, how there is only Christianity and their God yet they were ones wanting to follow us not the other way round – we’d said to look online and leave us alone because they were harassing us down the 1.5 mile road. Then there’s the vehicles that don’t go anywhere, they drive past on the road, turn around and come back and as they pass stare at us; at another place there was one van that always came and went when we did, it didn’t matter what time of the day/night, one time we came back really late 4am-ish and it still hurtled past. Another place we went camping, no space for vehicles where we camped but as soon as we left the next morning and got to the road all the drivers parked there started up and left too. Thankfully the idiots dressed in Black (yes it sounds ridiculous, and it is) aren’t as obvious anymore, one occasion two particular dummies actually zigged zagged after us in a field – when we went one direction they did, changed direction so did they, stopped to look at the ducks, they did too, started to go, so did they – and then I looked to the road on the side and lo and behold there’s another guy, this one with sunglasses on a cloudy day, keeping pace with us on the other side of the bushes and looked away as soon as I saw him. Another time we were returning to a place after visiting the beach and on the way back a MiB (ack that is such an embarrassing term) was staring at us from an alley whilst on his phone and as we passed we heard him say “they’re on their way back”, that was after another one of them was sitting behind Mum on the beach throwing pebbles next to her.

Speaking of US American Patriotism

From 1982 the World Wrestling Federation started using the Wonder Woman logo as their base.

Wonder Woman Nibiru Symbol Symbolism

Wonder Woman – very Nibiru looking

Wonder Woman Nibiru Symbol Symbolism

New version

Arizona state flag

Arizona state flag, the best one (along with the combined US one) suited to Wonder Woman’s costume. Lynda Carter is from Arizona.

US state flags

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Obviously the world of professional sports entertainment and in particular wrestling is full of ‘characters’; a soap opera with stuntpersonship but also a heck of a lot of rivalry and feuds, the backstage comes into the ‘squared circle/ring’ at times. It sometimes seems like the gods, monsters, demons, demi-gods, spirits etc live on in comic books and manga related media but the heroes and villains are the stars, superstars, faces, and heels in wrestling too – especially since it’s so pantomime. Elaborate characters, costume, names/moves, themes – all very gladiatorial amphitheater entertainment as if Romans were still around. I used to watch a lot of it myself when I was much younger. In regards to the logo it symbolically implies they have the blessing of the goddess, no they didn’t and they don’t, and I’m glad the World Wildlife Fund took exception to them as well (for sharing the same acronym and breaking a trade agreement) forcing the World Wrestling Federation to change their name in 2001. Nature beats wannabes any day 😛 (Though I’m not keen on some of the key people behind the now called World Wide Fund for Nature, same goes for any company/corporation/financial institution/major charity, when I say ‘Nature’ I mean actual Nature, not the orchestrators.) The WWE, ECW and TNA even used an Indian man who calls himself ‘The Great Khali’ (initially along with his ‘manager’ and partner ‘Tiger Raj Singh’). You’re dreaming, posers.

Just as names are important for people, names and logos are important for companies, especially big companies from Starbucks using the Abraxas two ‘legged’ serpent god icon as is but to a modern person it looks like a mermaid but it goes with their name – star worshipers wanting your resources – to Apple (knowledge) and Windows (portals) and both those logos are split into colours/levels.

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