VMA 2010 KICKS THE ILLUMINATI IN THE BALLS
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I have long suspected that the reason why women have been kept down in show business had to do with the male anatomy. In mean this in the most literal sense, giving a brilliant, unpredictable woman her freedom of speech in a public arena risks cutting the male ego being cut down to size…
Chelsea Handler demonstrating how to handle unwelcome intrusions of the male ego..
…an award winner took the bait that Chelsea Handler, this year’s MTV Video Music Award host, juicily held out by swiping away the girl-on-girl kiss as old hat. He stripped down to his underwear to reveal a limpid dildoe made of cloth.
Chelsea Handler, natal chart (time is unknown)
What I like so much about Chelsea Handler is her bittersweet attitude about her role in the collective. “What would President Obama have to say to me?” she said in an interview, revealing a quest for transcendence arising from an honest appraisal of her designated pop culture role as trash filter. There is certainly a higher consciousness being channeled by her Mercury in Aquarius (in a Boomerang with the Full Moon in her natural chart, left) which can’t be dampened by a self-professed addiction to vodka. Her performance style is deadpan, which means she doesn’t compete with the star wattage. Regardless, she is no slouch in her role as MC to the steady stream of toxicity which passes as pop culture these days. On her nightly show, Chelsea Lately,watch her deadpan treatment of B.o.B. revealing what made his Airplanes “Video of the Year” nomination so forgettable; he never met his “collaborator,” Hayley Williams).
In her opening monologue, Handler announced she gave up her beloved vodka for three weeks in preparation for her duty but got wasted anyway. Perhaps it was vodka in her cup during the beginning skit — a robed Chelsea passing through an obstacle course of male slaps on the buttocks in the hallway until a head-on confrontation with Lindsey Lohan. The ex- convict trumped the media’s power of projection, delivering a warning about the dangers of crossing boundaries while pointing out her host’s electronic ankle bracelet.
Handler had a lot to live up to, considering the ruse pulled last year. Publicity stunt or not, the ritual performed on Tyler Swift revealed the exclusivity of the pop inner sanctum with its illuminati symbolism. The divine marriage sought by the secret societies required fresh virgin blood, just as the “pound of flesh” extracted today from talent hoping to make it as a pop star seeking the universal Beloved, Fame!
Taylor Swift singing about how she is "still innocent" after last year's cabalistic ritual of her initiation
Illuminati Stunt? Keyne West as the archetypal Shadow (the prima materia of the alchemical experiment) rudely interrupting Taylor Swift's acceptance speech at the 2009 VMA
Terrified or not, Taylor Swift proved up to her cosmic task. She surmounted last year’s “initiation rite” which, intentionally or not, revealed the music industry self-prescribed role in turning nubile newcomer into fame whore. Her transcendent performance was as poignant as it was evolutionary — a public declaration she is “still Innocent,” although the forgiving lyrics of Your Still Innocent were directed at West, empathizing with his difficulties in controlling his ego. The intimate set with an old fashioned TV revealing the song’s inspiration playing out the scrambled signals of last year’s theft of her moment in the spotlight (right). Was it an illuminati ritual of initation demonstrated via costume? Doesn’t matter, because Swift played her role to perfection, revealing the feminine power of transcendence that will move the pop culture upward from its descent into the toxic waters.
2009 VMA: Taylor Swift's "initiation" into pop royalty by Beyonce, the red dresses symbolizing the erotic packaging of the music industry
This year the awards had the benefit of having the edgy Chelsea Handler as host under a Mercury station opposing her Pisces Sun. Would this Full Moon Pisces be channeling a higher power?
She didn’t disappoint. Illuminato or no illumanati, the illumination of the collective quest for the sacred marriage came through the self-appointed psychopomp Chelsea Handler.
I mean literraly!
Chelsea Hander at the MTV Awards in a feather dress with silver wings; the Sky Goddess with a dove in her womb!
She appeeared on stage with her body fully covered by a Lady Gaga inspired costume (the house a symbol for ego). After a dance routine, the action halted and the host declared in her characteristic deadpan: “That is as far as we got in rehearsal.” Then she suddenly seemed to remember the climax as she lifted her skirt and a dove came out. Instead of flying, it sat on one of the dancer’s hands.
Afterwards, Handler made a comment that the dove was supposed to fly.
That is Mercurious working on illuminati symbolsm. The dove is a symbol of transcendence, and the
The alchemical rites of transformation into the conjunctio or sacred marriage with the dove overhead
alchemical bath is the means of getting there.
But this alchemical bath was the hot tub for the Jersey Shore reality TV show. Handler responded to an invitation to climb in. After initially declining, she jumped in fully clothed. Afterwards, she asked if they ever changed the water. Never! She jumped out — pregnant! This is an illuminati joke on the divine child born from the conjuntio, the alchemical marriage of masculine and feminine.
Who's your daddy? Host Chelsea Handler emerges pregnant from a hot tub shared by The Situation, Pauly D, JWOWW and Snooki of MTV's "Jersey Shore"
The toxicity of the lowest common denominator of the pop culture revealed with a dip into a hot tub! The message filtering through Handler’s water bearing Mercury is clear: the pop culture stinks at this low. This is why there is always the need for new energy in the proverbial “young virgin” which then spoils, and must be replaced. This is how the Ouroboric cycle of life/death/rebirth was traditionally played out in the illuminati secret society while the linear Christian view of life and death kept a hold over the masses.
Lady Goaga, despite cleaning up in the awards, including “Video of the Year,” had a forgettable performance, revealing her act is already stale; the constant changing of costumes in anticipation of yet another chance to grab the stage. The image of her draped in meat while receiving her award from Cher reinforced her act as the same old ketchup in ever-changing bottles.
Lady Gaga striking a pose at the MTV Awards in Alexander McQueen's renaissance gown, her hair styled as the alchemical symbol of transformation; the caduceus
"I'm not a piece of meat!" Lady Gaga, accepting he award for "Video of the Year" for her video laden "Bad Romance" with presenter Cher
Her body was overtaken by the pure alchemy of Alexander McQueen’s genius, fit for a renaissance Queen complete with a crown of a golden feather. Yet while the costume was undoubtedly channeled as a showcase for the embodied Kundaiini, on Gaga’s frame it only underscored the bottomless abyss at her core which inspired the obvious quest for purification of Bad Romance video (which I will be analyzing in a future post).
What made the evening so alchemical was the fiery performance by Enimen as the prima materia seeking the transcendence of the alchemical union with the divine feminine. The multiple levels of Not Afraid/Love the Way You Lie reflected the double meaning in the title. The music combined the transcendent upbeat (higher chakras) of classical music with the downbeat (lower chakras) of hip hop. The genius of this act set a high standard for the evening, completely blowing away the other hop hop performances as stuck in a linear rote past which failed to incorporate personal narrative with the universal quest to embody the 21st century archetype, the hieros gamos.
Eninem as the petulant groom and Rihanna as the redeeming angel bride
The fear, of course is both personal and collective in 2010, the ego’s fear of the abyss, the rising power of the kundalini, in evidence through the powerful aerobisized females making jokes about the “stiff statues” in the show. Rihanna’s all-suffering feminine lament is about kundalini transcendence: “Just going to stand there and watch me burn.” While the Enimen rap is all about the ever deceitful ego thwarting his Libran struggle to fuse the opposites. “Please come back.. Maybe that is what it means when a volcano meets a tornado….I apologize even though I know its a game.”
While the video clilps revealed the influence of Gaga’s instinct to camouflage the negative extremes of the dark feminine, the very fears that Eminem confronts head on: the rising power of the Kundalini that cannot be controlled but only channeled as genius.
All a viwer had to do was turn the channel to Mad Men at 11 pm and see how far we have come. The ribald jokes in the episode were at the expense of the women in the office, spurring a power struggle. it would have been untinkable for a woman to get down dirty to mirror the men as we see Chelsea Handler bravely busting through this barrier on live television.
Vodka or no vokka, Chelsea Handler performed double duty in busting through the glass ceiling. The first female host in the history of the VMAAward managed to kick the male dominated Illuminati hold on the music industry in the balls. She revealed how far we have come, yes, but also how far we have to go.
Perhaps this was the meaning of Linkin Park having their cake and eating it too: getting to perform for the Video Music Awards having to suffer the customary dowsing in the toxic waters of the music industry. They performed Catalyst at my former haunt, the Griffith Park Observatory, where James Dean’s statue commemorates the iconic scene in Rebel without a Cause. In this iconic locale, human meets archetype, and a new cosmology can be interpreted by the stars!
Linkin Park performing "Catalyst" at Griffith Park Observatory for the 2010 VMA