The London Olympics have begun and it was hardly surprising that the opening ceremony would be a “ritual” of bizarre imagery and symbolism… And how odd it ended up being! From the moment of the opening countdown (which featured the number ‘9’ on a London Red Bus and a musical soundtrack with some curious back-masking) it was obvious that much of this blatant symbolism would set the tone.
The initial “Green and Pleasant Land” was quickly deconstructed by rhythmic drumming and scenes which resembled a “Borg assimilation” of the landscape. As suited representations of the elite surveyed the scene with pride, the tree placed upon the Glastonbury Tor mock-up was uprooted to allow a flood of industrial workers to ascend from the underworld. It was nothing short of a destruction of nature and tranquillity, delivered with pomp and circumstance. As Kenneth Branagh stood on a platform surrounded by 9 columns of light, great industrial towers rose above the spectacle – reminding me of scenes from the John Hurt version of Orwell’s 1984.
After a brief interlude hilariously (for all the wrong reasons!) involving James Bond and illuminati lizard Queen Lizzie parachuting from a helicopter, representatives of the UK armed forces raised a union flag by the Tor. “God Save The Queen” was sung by the children’s signing choir “Chaos” (apt name) – all wearing pyjamas. Whilst this was going on, The Queen looked on… appearing even more “evil-eyed” than normal.
The next section (“Second to the right, and straight on till morning”) was probably the most sinister. Despite being a “celebration” of the NHS (represented by Great Ormond Street Hospital and loads of giant beds filled with sleeping children in hospital), it quickly descended into a dark invocation of goblins and weird creatures, giant grim reapers and a child catcher (as in “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”). The scene was “conjured” by JK Rowling who read from the esoterically important children’s novel “Peter Pan” and accompanied by Mike Oldfield’s “Tubular Bells” - a theme now associated with the subliminally saturated horror film “The Exorcist”. Children were hoisted aloft in their beds, to the strains of screams and maniacal laughter. The nurses swayed hypnotically in a trance state, occasionally forming esoteric hand signals. The scene came to a close as dozens of “Mary Poppins” flew by umbrella into the stadium to “rescue” the children…
After an allegedly humorous set piece involving Simon Rattle, The London Symphony Orchestra and Rowan Atkinson as Mr Bean – performing “Chariots of Fire”, The “Digital Age” was accompanied by several decades of TV scenes and popular music. Although the imagery associated with some of this music is symbolic in nature anyway (which was represented by the “Ziggy” lightning flash and so on), I was interested to see just how many costumes incorporated esoteric and freemasonic motifs – especially the prominent checker board pattern. When Bowie’s “Starman” kicked off, I half expected to see some aliens or craft – but we got a few folk in jet packs instead! In much the same way, when the Prodigy’s “Firestarter” was heard, I waited for some dark imagery – but saw only a few flames. There were times though when I felt like it was messing with my eyes (with all the fast imagery and lighting effects) and had to look away for a second. I wonder how the photo-sensitive reacted to this.
A moment of silence was followed by a glowing golden disc, raised above a group of swaying dancers. Out of this throng appeared a running boy who was pursued by a man who seemed to trance him and take some sort of invisible “ball of energy” from him. Eventually, he took hold of the boy and disappeared into the dancing crowd. The boy appeared above them and was raised up toward the glowing disc. If people say that there is no ritualistic, sacrificial symbolism to this opening ceremony, this piece alone will prove otherwise…
At this point we had the parade of all the teams who will take part in The Games. I’d already started to lose the will to live by now, but decided to endure it for the sake of a complete analysis. The “Arctic Monkeys” took to the Tor and performed “I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor” (a song with references to “making eyes at me” and “1984”!) and a cover of “Come Together” (“One and one and one is three”!). Then things got really trippy when a load of glowing alien jellyfish with wings (and on bicycles!) rode around the stadium (they were supposed to represent the "doves of peace"!), with one talking off and flying into the sky… Something that would serve as a good warning to anybody who spends too much time sniffing the old Windowlene!
This was followed by some grand standing by Bored Coe and Jacque Rogue who spouted on about “Truth, Purity, Drama and Intensity” and claimed that each of the three London Games had accompanied “turbulence and trouble”. Lizzie finally decided to move from her transfixed state and declare The Games open, followed by a load of spiralling fireworks. The Olympic flag was carried by several questionable figures and the torch was passed to seven young athletic sacrifices: who lit probably the most occult Olympic “Cauldron” that I’ve ever clapped eyes on.
Despite the fact that I was now desperate to turn off the old ”hypnobox” (probably more than I’ve watch in the last several months!), I continued to watch (probably because I’d heard the rumour that The Who were going to appear... which I'm relieved to say they didn't). Instead we had Faul McCartney, his sound got f****d up and was deathly boring anyway…
I realised it was all over (at least for now) and thankfully turned it off.
At the risk of offending those who enjoy sports and spectacle, it really is all just “bread and circuses” designed to distract the masses from far more important issues in life. It is also a grotesque waste of money that could be spent far more productively. Also, quite frankly, I’m not at all happy with the idea of sacrificial and occult related symbolism being peddled as entertainment that the vast majority are glued to and don’t get what it’s really all about. Why did I watch it then? Curiosity got the better of me. I needed to know what might occur. Instead, I got four hours of psychological drivel! Serves me right!
Until Next Time.
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Part 2: “Zion, Messiahs, Plagues… Oh My!” -
Part 3: "Close Encounters of the Olympic Kind" -
Part 4: "Shadows and Symbols" -
Part 5: “London Calling” -
Part 6: "And Finally... Some Mind Games!" -
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