"The similarities are uncanny. The hopelessness, the wage of sins, the punishment, the agony and the ecstasy."
Compare this classic piece of art depicting the lamentations of hell with a typical day at Snapper Rocks.
The similarities are uncanny. The hopelessness, the wage of sins, the punishment, the agony and the ecstasy.
Could Snapper rocks be a Holy site? It certainly has the pedigree.
The history of bloodshed, the worship of the Holy Immaculate sands of the Goldie, the mythology of its saints (Think Saint Michael… Peterson that is), the trial by fire and the price one must pay for absolution and re-birth.
In compelling new evidence of this theory, regard the two images above.
And let us examine the revelations and parallels of this classic art depiction of the Biblical lamentations.
Center top: The man in control, the man in the tube. The man who by all rights has the power. In this case…God. (Or Mikey Wright, same thing).
Bottom right: A tortured soul attempting to get to his feet despite ruining everything for everyone, while ignoring the screaming banshee above him who has already dropped in on the rightful rider and is trying in vain to call the new offender off the wave. Collision imminent.
Bottom left: A sinner and his MF softtop, obliviously out of his league, having mistimed his brutal drop in and now facing a trip over the falls, ruining the ride for all concerned. Collision imminent.
Middle: The lamentations of all who have missed their chance, hands on foreheads or noses buried in their wax. Images of excruciating hopelessness and loss.
Top Left: And finally, gracefully walking on water, forgiven and lovely, is Saint Stephanie (Gilmore that is) rising above the greed, the avarice, the humiliation and the shame. The angelic local, taking her rightful place at the right hand of the tube.
May God smite the man who would ever drop in on her.
Oh, Snapper Rocks, forgive us our trespasses as we never forgive those who trespass against us.
Let us prey…and that is not a misspelling.