“Is this to be an empthy test?”
During 6th century B.C. Achilles killed the beautiful daughter of Ares, Penthesileia. Her death was mourned by the people.
As she fell dying in his arms, Achilles fell in love with her.
Exekias captured the moment for all posterity with his black figure amphora painting.
Six centuries later, the same spear mortally wounded Jesus, and thus began the transforming love of the ages…
Twelve centuries later, Parsifal failed to empathize with the king’s wound inflicted by the very dagger…
And… in the twentieth century, the same blade ran through our collective unconscious, and its wound captured for all posterity by Ridley Scott… The eye, the owl, and the pyramid…
There have been others, profound voyagers, such as J. R. Tolkien… with his two towers…
…And Moore, with his Watchmen…
On the eve of launching EyeBusterNews, I cannot help but feel bewildered and in awe as I type this blog post, I feel profoundly attracted to the creed of the Illuminati… An embracing warmth beckons me… Noble knights and guardians of eternal balance, carriers of legacy…
It’s a subtle feeling
To fall in love with your enemy…
It’s even more riveting
To know that all along you were one of them.
The bewitching trance of the eye…
The revelation…
The seduction of the All-Seeing Eye,
And the clarity of its beautiful logic,
Transcendent,
Riveting,
Irrevocable…
Isn’t the penultimate desire of life…
To see?
Moloch resides within the Pyramid,
The drama of mortal coil unfolds…
It’s the storyteller who carries the thread of the ages
And weaves the fabric of our illusion,
Won’t you join me?












