Katy Perry rides the beast – America’s Super Bowl holy day

By Jay | Jay’s Analysis

More Mass Media Liturgical Psychodrama

Well, my first full Super Bowl – losing my S card. was a panacea of propaganda and sensory stimulatory overload.  From pop country music to troops everywhere to jets flying around and Katy Perry, the Stupor Bowl was everything I hoped it would be.  Losing my Super Bowl virginity, I’m now in love – with Amerika, with freedom, and with fast food.  I’m still basking in my blue flavor Gatorade corn syrup shower, quivering over “eagerness for balls” like Bob Costas during the pregame show discussing faux “conspiracy theories” like #deflategate (and #spygate). But now, let’s look at our gmo bread and CGI circuses extravaganza.

In our post-game wrap up show here at JaysAnalysis, we’re going to do things a bit different, as numerous oddities stand out to me as a newbie.  For one, the WWF-esque nature of it all threw me for a loop, as it was full of sexual innuendos – Obama says the brewed beer was made from “Honey from Michelle’s garden” – what?  Bob Costas was “eager for balls,” and the players were “long and deep.”  I felt like I was listening to a porno on audio with no women.  Despite the gayness of the Super Bowl, the ads were by far the most telling aspects – not because, as most opine, they were “funny” and “creative.”  On the contrary, the commercials were highly bizarre and full of psy op social engineering messages – but more on that later.

And then we come to Katy Perry. I was confused, thinking it was the Refrigerator Perry that was performing, but I guess not.  Katy took over at half time to give us a goddess ceremony packed with Crowleyan pastiche.  Katy emerged riding the beast, a clear image from John’s Apocalypse.  Rev. 17 reads as follows:

“One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters. With her the kings of the earth committed adultery, and the inhabitants of the earth were intoxicated with the wine of her adulteries.”

A woman rides the beast.

Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and the filth of her adulteries. The name written on her forehead was a mystery:

babylon the great

the mother of prostitutes

and of the abominations of the earth.

I saw that the woman was drunk with the blood of God’s holy people, the blood of those who bore testimony to Jesus.”

Here’s Katy’s ritual ceremony:

For hermeticists, the book of Revelation does not have the same sense as those in various historic churches.  The Apocalypse is viewed in various esoteric cults as a ritual symbolic work for evocation of the forces mentioned.  By incarnating the images therein, the idea is that magic power is invoked and conveyed in symbolic form.  So Katy and company’s choice for her to ride the beast into the arena and then dismount it to ascend a masonic floorboard that transformed into a ziggurat was full of direct intentionality.  While I did write a popular article last year about her saying she wanted to join the “Illuminati,” I explained the difference is tangible, as the historic Illuminati were a rationalist Enlightenment movement, and Katy is talking about Hollywood sex cults.

Is Katy meeting Bob and Agent Cooper in this dark lodge?

In my analysis, the meaning was this: Katy is actually an inside puppet of the occult establishment, and would like to be the beast’s babe.  As she dismounted the beast in her Guy Fieri flame shirt, she was raised up in the black lodge structure, ascending the ziggurat.   Next, she portrays herself as the fun-loving, goofy American girl who experiments with lesbianism, under the guise of a “good girl.”  Perry herself was raised in a strange fundamentalist household, and with her goody image has transitioned into the higher self that now rides the beast.  As a propagandist for the military establishment, she is fully in submission to the occult elite: This relationship of entertainment complex to military and mind control is explained in my article here.  Note the blatant mind control themes in her Wide Awake video, for example:

After her obedient posturing, Katy is raised up as a “star” and ascends into “heaven” – recalling the Crowleyan dictum that “every man and woman is a star.”  Baby, you’re a firework, and if you want to play with magic(k), boy you should know what you’re falling for.  The “dark horse” is another apocalyptic image of the “rider on a pale horse,” or what some translations have as a pale green horse, symbolic of death and Hades (Rev. 6:8).  The beast and the pale horse bring death, and Katy rides the beast, as the Babylonian religion of American pop paganism marches forward to dazzle the willing slaves into mesmerized catatonic lethargy.

Apotheosis of the gods and goddesses through the stagecraft of the entertainment complex.

Why, it’s almost as if the profane and blinded viewing masses are under a spell, with all the imagery thrown in their faces!  And, lest you doubt my outlandish interpretation, consider that in her E.T. track, she says the intention is to channel interdimensional entities, which of course is the goal of ritual magic, centered around bloodlines and DNA.  On one level the songs are about cheeseball love affairs, and on a deeper level, they’re about ritual invocation. It’s “transcendental – on another level.”

Following all this, the Stupor Bowl bombarded me with ads for fast food, pills, cars, CGI movies and Kim Kardashian’s butt. On the whole, I felt like I was at a fourth grade  birthday party – replete with childish innuendos, nonsensical jokes, corny syrup (eye) candy and some sort of drama about balls and someone throwing a punch.  Again, I am quite sure I was at a birthday party in fourth grade where  all the same things happened, only there we watched No Holds Barred and the WWF Cage Match.   I can’t seem to distinguish whether the WWF No Holds Barred feature or the Super Bowl were more believable, though.  In the end, it was Katy who worked her magic and won the synthetic gladiatorial games, being trophy-crowned goddess of Columbia, or America.  With all that America and fireworks, I can only see the connect to THIS:

This article originally appeared on Jay’s Analysis.