Explaining Eldrick Woods; Explaining Tiger Woods

To whomever continues to confuse Tiger woods’ acts of infidelity with his treatment in the media… From the end statements of my previous Tiger Woods commentary I hope it is apparent that I do not condone Tiger Woods’ actions. Because I have written here for over three years and what was written elsewhere is archived here – and have a very loyal following, I sometimes skip the lengthy re-explanations of my positions concerning actions like a married man texting a woman who is not his wife and asking her to take a picture of her “na-na” or asking her when was the last time she really got “skreebleepeddidt.” The new or casual reader of SOMM might well miss those positions. I will keep this in mind and as I write future pieces, as it has been awhile since I’ve taken the time to elucidate my feelings about matters such as extramarital affairs, misogyny, sexism, and the like.

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In “newbie’s” initial comment on my most recent Tiger Woods commentary, he (or she) repeated a passage that is the core of my commentary: “By realizing – what is ancient hermetic knowledge – that people react to certain descriptive words, phrases, and images on a deeper emotional level than we are often aware, Bernays went about forming an advertising campaign for Hearst.”

This ancient knowledge is repeated today so often that we do not recognize its effects on our consciousnesses; where if a resident of a circa A.D. 700 Mayan or Egyptian from that same period or before was time-warped to today, they would laugh at our stupidity, be appalled that there are now “powers that be” that would actively use this knowledge to subvert the overall progression of society, and/or commit suicide because he or she would take in these manifestations of that ancient knowledge that they fully and quite consciously understand, and comprehend, and that the preponderance of us are hypnotized by; the result for them would be a form of psychic sensory overload we cannot imagine.

These sigils, these symbols from the halls of magick – magick being sleight of mind as opposed to magic, or parlor trick sleight of hand – are real and intended to subvert certain cognitive center of our conscious minds and attack the portion of our mind-being we can no longer actively-consciously access (we do sometimes glimpse on it when we say things like, “I had a deja vu“) but rules our every waking step, non-step, and misstep – our psyches.

For those people who wield the power of the sigil like the mythical Thor did his hammer over an unwanted interloper, there are no accidents. Tiger Woods, the human created from Eldrick Tont, is no accident. His being tied to a tree and racial slur taunted and physically abused was solely an extreme happenstance of life. But the shaping of Eldrick Tont Woods into Tiger is no accident. That the boy who became Tiger would act so in opposition to the manner in which he was privately raised by his parents is no accident.

But.

His father, Earl, like so many Black fathers in and around the military industrial complex did and do and will, when they have a son they see as having the potential to, not only walk near the sources of global power, but commingle with that power, they, in effect, sacrifice those sons to power sources, with the obscene hope that their sons somehow survive being exposed to these foreign energies to positively navigate their way through circumstances they might not ever comprehend.

Because of that life happenstance as a little boy, Eldrick Tont never sought to study those energies, question and come to gain some understanding of them, and ask why his applications of them differ in use and want from his White peers who live them. Instead, Eldrick Tont was content with wrapping himself in them as one would a safe blanket and closing his eyes to those energies’ truths and their real world applications.

That we know positively that Woods chose this path became evident the day he charged his agent with changing his given name to Tiger; to shed all memories of Eldrick Tont.

Because he did not seek to become a complex, ever-evolving man with knowledge of the world in which he was thrust by his father and succeed and err publicly, and therefore become an “every man” to those who watch him, Woods chose to embrace the unachieved revenge of the hurt little boy with the huge prescription glasses and funny name that was tied to the tree and psychically obliterated in a way only the best mind control techniques can muster.

When he changed his name Woods said to those White boy, “I am now Tiger Woods, don’t you ever forget it.”

His every re-action to his position in the world has been a life arc leading to the moment he officially became Tiger. His every choice in cloistering himself from every unknown outsider screams I will never be tied to a tree again. His picking of friends, this one Native American, this one White, these Black and famous like me, screams of his trauma-based, child-image-want of a sigil-effected and unreal “Benetton Colors” world where all the colorful people appear to respect each other equally but in fact exist only to serve a designated puppet master-godhead; that puller of strings, that lone untouchable figure on his throne being Woods.

Woods’ control of the press is less about “protecting his privacy” and much more about erecting a fear-based mile-high fence between himself and the world around him.

His change of coaches from Butch Harmon to Hank Haney had nothing at all to do with reducing the wear and tear on his surgically-repaired knee. Every golf insider know that is an impossibility. would even one other professional golfer enlist Harmon’s aid if his way of teaching the vagaries of the golf swing produced career-threatening injuries? Of course not. Woods removed Harmon from his Benetton colors project because Harmon did the unforgivable – he challenged Woods’ sense of authority.

Inside the ropes of the world of golf Hank Haney is also known as Tiger Woods’ personal lackey, which explains his Benetton friend Charles Barkley’s arranging for Haney to take his stop-action start of a swing swing and “fix” it for a national television viewing audience. To simply surmise money was involved in the creating of the “reality show,” “The Haney Project,” is reductionist. The show is a Golf Channel apology for Kelly Tilghman’s “take him in an alley and lynch him” comment about Woods; it is a favor by a “money friend”; it is a show that allows Haney to be portrayed as a taskmaster who, when it comes to being a swing coach, is uncomprimising – who will not bend even to the great Tiger Woods… when nothing could be farther from the truth. that Woods tinkers with his swing during rounds of major golf tournaments when Haney is nowhere near, is perfectly illustrative of Haney’s subordinate position to Woods.

Woods had Lasix surgery not so much to fix an untenable condition that impacted his golf game, it was an act of the vainglorious. It was a power-over move made by an internally powerless man with too much money, living in a house of personal horrors full of visage-warping mirrors.

His legendary off-color, often sexist and race-oriented humor is a contrivance meant to further his image as colorless; his way of fitting in with the Western White, male, racist and sexist, dominant, trans-European image he seeks to emulate.

The Woods that is “Tiger” has long known somewhere inside of him that his entire personage is a persona-image based ruse. He knows he is a shell of a human; still trapped in a five-year old mind state. That Woods’ dalliance, Jaimee Grubbs, who is as disingenuous as a human can be (while on Tool Academy her boyfriend had been with another woman throughout their relationship. Grubbs feigned emotional distress as she left the Tool Academy mansion set. In her voice-over she said the man made a fool of her and she never wanted to see him again. Yet during the entire filming of the show she was not only seeing Woods,but shared his text messages with other female show members and the man she claimed was her boyfriend) says Woods often told her his life is “overwhelming.” Surely, the pressures of fame can be difficult, but those pressures are made infinitely more difficult when you take the extraordinary measure to actively separate yourself from society.

But the Woods who is Tiger must separate himself from the world, must control every outside movement that involves him. His affair or affairs are as much the result of a failure to mature as they are an expression of power run amok. They are also the result of being tossed into the cauldron of modern “reality makers” who would place place myriad symbols before our eyes and, through them, control our every thought, manipulate our personal hopes, and so subtly subvert our individuality, we actually believe we are free (after all, that is Plato’s rule for governance: the best way to govern Plato wrote, is to allow people to actually believe they are free).

But Tiger Woods is still little Eldrick Tont, the two-year old hitting golf balls on late night television shows and the five-year old boy tied to the tree, scarred by a father who forced him into being a prodigy and by the cruelest of happenstance gone unchecked.

He is a man running from an inner world that, like a breach in the time-space continuum, is beginning to manifest itself as his outward reality. And what is so ironic is, the world of Woods we are beginning to see and the inner-self well from which it arises mirrors the successful magickal incantation.

It also mirrors the magickal incantation gone awry; or an exotic scientific experiment; or a life.