Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Secret Sun Year in Review, Part Two

Read part one here.

As much as I've tried to make the blog a haven from the media noise machine, I couldn't keep Samsara at bay forever. But events conspired to dovetail the horrors outside with revelations I'd discovered in my studies.

The rise of the Islamic Caliphate in Iraq has horrified the entire world, and the nominal protection previous regimes gave to ancient religious minorities in the war-torn country evaporated under the Caliphate's fundamentalist bloodlust.

As many of you know Iraq was home to the Mandaeans, an ancient Gnostic sect dating back to Biblical times, a people who many believe are Palestinian Jews and the original followers of John the Baptist. The Mandaeans are believed to have fled Roman persecution following the Judean wars and settled in Iraq, surviving two millennia of conquerors, plagues, wars and persecution. Exactly how a small sect of pacifist Gnostics did so was an open question.

Iraq is also home to the Yazidi, a Kurdish sect of mysterious provenance, which some have linked to Zoroastrianism. The Yazidi were big with the pulp writers for their reputation as "devil worshippers," a reputation based on a misreading of their Byzantine cosmology. 

The Yazidi are insular and xenophobic, perfect targets for scapegoating by the Islamic State thugs. Well, not so much anymore- the Yazidi have joined forces with the Kurdish Peshmerga and kicking some serious Islamic State punkass as of this writing.

But I spent most of my free time over the summer with my nose buried in Gnostic texts, having made the inconvenient observation that there seem to be a lot of unidentified flying whosits in Gnostic texts, just like there are in most ancient religious writings. 

As I processed this material I wondered about Ancient Aliens, and wondered if it was analogous to Howard Beale's talk show after his meeting with Arthur Jensen. Does anyone still watch the show or is it kept on to cement the association between a potentially subversive (in the classical sense of the word, not in its current degraded form) topic and Giorgio Tsoukalos' perpetual self-parody?

Because if you happen upon the Mandaean scriptures, it's impossible for any honest person to not admit that they seem to be very interested in spaceships, luminous beings identical to any number of UFO encounters and interstellar travel.

This description of a Mandaean "ship of light" reads like any number of UFO reports:
The fishers see him, become scarlet for shame and remain standing in their places. They say to him: "Whence comes it that thou dost fish without finding? Thy ship is not like our ship; it shines by night like the sun. Thy ship is perfected in æther, and wondrous standards are unfurled above it. Our ship sails along in the water, but thy ship between the waters. 
"The waters," remember, are the Biblical term for the cosmos. As we saw in another post on the Gnostics, the Mandaeans believed they were literal aliens, trapped here on here in meatsuits, and that the luminous "Uthras" are their celestial brothers:
To your first earth, ascend, to the place from which you were transplanted, to the fine abode of the uthras. Bestir yourself, put on your garment of radiance and put on your resplendent wreath. Sit on your throne of radiance, which the Life set up for you in the Place of Light. Rise up, inhabit the skinas, among the uthras, your brothers.
They believe that the Uthras are also protective beings, which puts the Mandaeans' long tenure in a very dangerous neighborhood in a new light, certainly.
They, the uthras, washed him in the Jordan they placed their right hand on him. They baptized him with their baptism and strengthened him with their pure words. They washed him and protected him in the Jordan...
Given the time of year, it's appropriate to look at the Gnostic Revelation of the Magi, another blatantly obvious contact narrative, one which the academics can't seem to lift the scales from their eyes long enough to recognize.
And when we [the Magi] bathed in the Spring of Purification with joy, and we ascended the Mountain of Victories as we were accustomed, and we went up and found that pillar of light in front of the cave, again a great fear came upon us.   
12:3 And again, we saw that heaven had been opened a like a great gate and men of glory carrying the star of light upon their hands. And they descended and stood upon the pillar of light, and the entire mountain was filled by its light, which cannot be uttered by the mouth of humanity. 
12:4 And (something) like the hand of a small person drew near in our eyes from the pillar and the star, at which we could not look, and it comforted us. And we saw the star enter the Cave of Treasures of Hidden Mysteries, and the cave shone beyond measure.   
12:5 And a humble and kind voice made itself heard by us, which called out and said to us: “Enter inside without doubt, in love, and see a great and amazing vision.” And we were encouraged and comforted by the message of the voice.  
The kind of familiar cloud imagery we see in ancient texts was seen in The Gospel of Judas, another well-publicized Gnostic text, a cloud that behaves like no cloud a meteorologist has ever studied:
Look, you have been told everything. Lift up your eyes and look at the cloud and the light within it and the stars surrounding it. The star that leads the way is your star.” Judas lifted up his eyes and saw the luminous cloud, and he entered it. Those standing on the ground heard a voice coming from the cloud… 
In Fragments of an Alien Faith, Part 2, we looked at the Fatima Miracle of the Sun and its echoes of a passage from another Gnostic text. That led to a review of the Mithraic Liturgy of the Paris Codex, another face-slappingly obvious contact narrative that inspired Jung's theories on the Collective Unconscious, and the similar stories in the Book of Enoch.

I've long suspected that the Watchers of that text were the victims of identity theft since the Watchers actually taught human beings an entire corpus of useful arts and sciences and their antagonists, the angels of Yahweh, basically taught people to sit around and be terrified. And the descriptions of air and space travel in Enoch seem a bit too well rendered for your usual Biblical visionary hokum, which is almost certainly why both Rabbinic and Church authorities gave the book the ol' 86.

As it turns out, Biblical scholars have discovered that Enoch was in fact a hijacking by apocalyptic cultists, a fact which was almost certainly known by contemporary religious authorities. Looking for Biblical authority to shoehorn the borrowed mythology into, the Jewish mystics glommed onto Genesis 6, familiar to anyone who's followed Christian UFO demonology. From Ha'aretz:
The myth of the Watchers, familiar to us mainly from Jewish texts, started out as an Aramaic myth in Lebanon. Most of its elements are best understood against the backdrop of Lebanese folklore and local artistic landmarks, which played an important role in historical memory as early as the Hellenistic period.  Jews learned about the myth through apocalyptic circles, only then connecting it with the biblical story of the “sons of God and daughters of man” in Genesis 6.
But as it turns out there's no actual basis in scripture at all- it came from these mystics puzzling over then-ancient religious sculptures and what sound like Phoenician contactee accounts. The alien connection was set in stone (no pun intended) from day one:
The ancient, engraved images looked to the later observer like a vestige from the world of the Watchers (Aramaic: ‘irim ), primordial angels who, according to popular mythology, descended to earth in hoary antiquity and bequeathed civilization to mankind.  
If you will, these are aliens, in a way resembling those recounted by Erich von Däniken in his pseudo-scientific book, “Chariots of the Gods.” 
And this:
Babylonian mythology already told of ancient sages who were half-man and half-fish who emerged from the sea and bequeathed civilization to mankind. This old myth was revived in new garb in Lebanon, Syria and the Land of Israel in the Hellenistic period. 
In its Jewish form, the myth bore a new aspect: the Watchers conveyed forbidden knowledge, brought to human beings in an original sin. The bearers of the knowledge in the present version were not ancient fish who emerged from the sea but the mysterious angels who descended from heaven.
And even though I am very much not a Sitchinite, you really have to wonder about the whole Enki-Enlil rivalry and how it demonized the accumulation of knowledge in the eyes of the elites of the time. Not in a literal sense, mind you, but how the basic mythforms influenced the evolution of human societies from the earliest days of human settlement.   


Monday, December 29, 2014

The Secret Sun Year in Review, Part One

I started blogging again after a ten-month break with the piece "These are Gnostic Times." This was a confession as much as an article, and I do try to make everything I post here read as much like a proper article as much as possible.

In it I talked about some of the challenges I've been dealing with, and how they've impacted on the blog. At the time I was still toying with the idea of relaunching the podcast, an idea I've abandoned for several reasons, one of which is technical (the wifi in my house simply isn't up to the task) and the other of which is that I simply don't think there are enough people out there I find unusual enough to put in the kind of work and resources that a podcast would require. 

The truth is that I'm a classic introvert and find podcasting kind of exhausting. As I continue in my own research I don't really have any interest at all in arguing my convictions. This blog has been a research project as much as anything else, and as it stands right now I don't feel the need to find outside affirmation. I'm exploring mysteries right now the outside world can't help me with. 

Well, everything is cyclical. Who knows what the future holds?

Next we looked at how the New Age movement has quiet insinuated itself into the mainstream in 'Everything Old is New Age Again'. It's an open question which direction this will take as the Establishment defunds its Evangelical project and we see both the rise of secularism and rise of the "spiritual but not religious." 

Given the fact that atheists have close to zero birth rates and that Evangelical Millennials could well return to the fold (in some form) when they hit middle age, things could look very different in 20 or 30 years. Time Magazine declared that "God is Dead" in 1966 only to see the Religious Right roar back to life ten years later, in large part due to higher birth rates among the more seriously religious.  With the "New Atheism" literally dead and buried, we could see a resurgent (and almost assuredly unrecognizable) Evangelicalism battling the New Age for social dominance by century's end. 

Some believe young, vital Islam will simply wait for the aging, decadent West to collapse and bring Europe under its heel but I see serious winds of change for the current status quo coming; especially to Europe, but to the rest of the world as well, on that matter. It will not be pretty, and respectable people are willing to let pre-selected black hats do all the dirty work. 

And to the engine room of what will massive worldwide change? Let's just say the money you're saving at the pump is not the work of "market forces." Are you ready for .99 cent gasoline?

We looked at Channel Four's Utopia, an insidious bit of predictive programming disguised as conspiracy drama. Utopia's creator Dennis Kelly made the requisite noises that he "didn't believe in conspiracies" a risible and cowardly wordfart, considering he works for British broadcasting, a snakepit of some of the most despicable, heinous and inhuman conspiracies on the planet.

Next we looked at H.P. Lovecraft's obvious yet unacknowledged source for the Cthulhu Mythos, the contemporaneous work of fellow New Yorker Alice Bailey. This led to a meltdown in some quarters (though delight in others), invariably among self-appointed Lovecraft experts who read absolutely none of the material in question and didn't realize that contemporary work was far more likely to be an author's source than work published more than 40 years ago in those pre-Internet days.

 All the more so considering that most public libraries wouldn't be caught dead holding any of this material and that Bailey was publishing her work precisely because the Theosophical Society was going out of its way to bury the more sci-fi stuff Blavatsky had written (Bailey referred to her missionizing as "Back to Blavatsky") in order to clear the path for their chosen one, Krishnamurti.

I linked to the piece on my private FB page and my closed FB group (which I subsequently left- more on that later) but it seemed to strike a nerve and went viral. I wonder how many of the people who criticized it on Reddit actually read it (my guess is zero) and it was obvious that one particularly noxious internet troll who bashed it didn't actually read it before the knives came out.

I posted again on Lovecraft when I noticed that despite his oft-cited poverty he seemed to travel around a devil of a lot (and to very unlikely places, and places known for their Masonic Grand Lodges, a salient detail given the Masons' political intrigues between the wars) and for a poor, obscure pulp writer, he also seemed to have friends in the intelligence racket (Houdini, most famously, but also E. Hoffman Price). 

I decided to move on to other topics when a Lovecraft scholar informed me about Lovecraft's relationship with the underage R.H. Barlow, the (published) details of which definitely shine a new light on Lovecraft's writing and biography (certainly his sham marriage, and other mysteries now more easily understood).

In between we looked at UFOlogy's latest "death". Or is UFOlogy undead? With Hangar One, Unsealed Alien Files, Ancient Aliens, In Search of Aliens and The Unexplained Files all playing on cable, and UFO videos often getting hundreds of thousands of hits on YouTube, it's a very strange "death" indeed. Sightings are at all-time highs, TV news continues to cover local flaps and encounters so I'm not exactly sure how the media define "dead." 

No, that's not true; pundits see everything through the prism of the publishing world and yes, UFO books are selling as poorly as everything else that's not a 'tween novel. And yes, UFO conventions aren't going gangbusters either. They're doing exactly as well as comic conventions would if you banned cosplay.

There's a serious undertone to all of this-- the clampdown of government secrecy on everything and anything, UFO information included. Just as with many matters of national security, all the serious UFO data-- and presumably all those pilot encounters and radar reports -- is reportedly being outsourced to Bigelow Aerospace, who are under no obligation to comply with Freedom of Information requests. There's been as least one major flap I can name off hand since 9/11; Stephensville, Texas, but we never got much in the way of anything official on it.

And as far as I know no one except Bigelow is putting any money into UFOlogy. There's still plenty of work being done in other countries, but someone decided to starve serious UFOlogy of data-- and money-- and all we ever hear is old news.

Speaking of Ancient Aliens they blew a major opportunity to do some serious work when they did their superheroes episode and got all sun, moon and stars about where superheroes came from, serving up the same vague "from the ether" origin story you'd expect from a PBS documentary. 

You know the type; those documentaries that serve up a parade of nauseatingly earnest schoolmarms telling you how superheroes arose from this nebulous psychological impulse and the creators themselves were just innocent bystanders.

Well, Ancient Aliens did the same, offering a little bit of Neo-Theosophical hoodoo for spin on the PBS pabulum. Had they done a bit of research they would have discovered that two of the most important comics creators, Jack Kirby and Otto Binder, were diehard Ancient Astronaut Theorists, and that Kirby did a number of AAT-themed comics (starting in the late 50s) and Binder co-wrote one of the most important AAT texts, Mankind, Child of the Stars.

Not to get too, too conspiratorial but I can't help but wonder if the producers did in fact know this (I've discussed Kirby on William Henry's show) but feel a need to preserve this myth of Von Daniken as the founding father of AAT (a myth the media is all too eager to play along with).

We looked at the 100th anniversary of the start of World War One and wondered if new and deadly alliances weren't gestating in the world around us. Just today I read that China has bailed out Russia, which had been under sustained economic attack after its annexation of Crimea. With this bailout China leaves no doubt at all where its loyalties lie and now the aging, corrupt Western alliance- its governments at war with their peoples- find themselves staring down two nuclear barrels now. 

If India tosses its hat in with Russia and China, that will make three, and nearly a third of the world's population. What are we sleepwalking into now?

And yes, I've mostly avoided most of the big news stories and done so quite intentionally. Oh, I have my opinions on them, oh yes, I do indeed. But they certainly wouldn't make anyone happy on either side of these (intentional) provocations that have been rolled out, one after the other. 

Suffice it to say all of this is going to end very, very badly for those who are being manipulated. All of what?, you may ask. 

Name it. Oh yes, my friends, just you name it. Let history be your guide.


Sunday, December 21, 2014

Would You Care to Trance?

Neurologists do a lot of work studying the brain and the effects of aging and maturity on its function. They don't tend to do much work in the way of consciousness, since the Archonic paradigm that dominates academia and the sciences doesn't allow for the existence of such a thing.

So what I mean to say is that if you feel that the world has become cold, gray, dead, inert, hopeless and meaningless you're not imagining anything at all; the Archontic philosophy that arose in the 18th Century has annihilated all meaningful resistance to its dominance so even the opposition to the ruling class is entirely Archontic; materialist, reductionist, mechanical, dialectic, dead, empty, anti-human.

We live in this William Gibson Reality, only without any of the cool bits. The attack on Sony Pictures was straight out of a Gibson novel (even the hackers' name) and yet another signal that the digital cuttlefish that controls information has a soft white underbelly that can be exploited to deleterious effect (the Cloud hack was an earlier shot across the bow), and the danger only grows.

The Transhumanist movement and the Singulatarian movement have most certainly run out of gas in the past few years, with Singularity prophet Ray Kurzweil getting a day job at Google, but the promise of a mechanistic Nirvana lives on in their hearts. I don't know how much currency it has in the greater culture; it seems that digital trivia and binge drinking (eg.,distraction and oblivion) seem to be the preferred methods of deliverance for the Millennials.

The ubiquity of digital media has made Archontic reality a literal Borgsong, an inescapable static that is rewiring our brains every day (and our DNA, according to some scientists) preparing us for the Skynet Apocalypse that seems nearly inevitable. But at the same time I sense a growing discontent, a silent, simmering dissent that can't even identify itself, its gripes, its goals.

But if you know the psychology of repression, you know that makes it all the more potentially explosive. The Archonic media gives constant voice to their preapproved pseudo-dissenters, not a single one of who challenges the materialist status quo, but human souls are starving and wounded and henceforth unpredictably dangerous.

As Timothy Leary once said we can't understand an interior process until we have an external model. The Archons and their simpering toadies (make no mistake, all of them live in a state of perpetual misery and self-loathing) recoil at the truth of this but the fact is that our Skynet is just an inferior simulacrum of our interior supercomputers and the nonlocal superconsciousness that makes up the Collective Conscious/Unconscious.

This isn't a "belief"on my part, it's a conviction.

Archontic pseudo-reality is all about turning off this signal, using the tired tools of ridicule and pseudo-skepticism. And as it stands, consumer culture keeps people tranquilized enough not to care. But no student of history-- or science-- expects any status quo to remain in place forever.

All drugs-- chemical or digital-- run the risk of tolerance and inefficacy, and we're just one medium-strength solar flare away from the whole system going down for good.

I know entheogens are being talked up again, and I'm encouraged by the serious work being done with them, but I've been working with hypnogogic trance for a number of years now (which I briefly mention in this post) and I'm getting to the point where it's as powerful as any hallucinogen, but seems to more reliably tap into what I can only refer to nonlocal consciousness. 

I can only describe it as a kind of remote viewing in that I'll drift along in that fuzzy stream of semi-consciousness and then find myself in the middle of the ocean or on top of a skyscraper in a stark moment of clarity.

In another time people might have called these moments "astral travel," in that I very often visualize-- with great clarity-- places I've never been or seen before. Whether or not these visions are "real" in an objective sense is immaterial, the point is the experience itself and the effect it has on bridging the conscious and unconscious spheres.

It's not always entirely pleasant in a soft, floaty kind of way, but it's always profound. And it's kicked loose a roadblock on my creative impulses that I've struggled against for several years now, so I can't help but wonder if these moments of shock are helping to rewire my unconscious mind in a way that it has become more accessible to my conscious flow, which is really what hypnogogic trance is all about.

So this form of meditation isn't just for kicks: it's about positive change. I feel like I've turned back the clock on certain sectors of my own neurology, and that's vitally important for someone in my line of work.

How do you do it? It's almost laughably simple, but it requires a lot of experimentation on your part. What you need to do is sustain a state where you are semi-awake, able to access both your conscious and unconscious thoughtstreams. Similar to that state you experience after you've awoken from an afternoon nap.

I use a bunch of pillows to position myself so that I'm comfortable but in no danger of actually falling asleep. I recommend trance/ambient music (SomaFM's Drone Zone is excellent) and any kind of supplements that may relax you (Theanine, Valerian Root, St John's Wort) or maybe a glass of warm milk or tea. Again, you want to be relaxed but you don't want to fall asleep. It's simple but not easy, if you get my meaning.

My single-most played track ever, and
 a very powerful invocation for trance work

The encouraging thing about the process is that in my experience it is accumulative, in that your prior results accumulate and contribute to future results. It's a practice, in other words, not like a drug. It's not really meditation because the point isn't to quiet the mind, the point is to turn up the power of the mind as far as you can handle.

But you're doing something unique in that you're trying to unify the conscious and unconscious, sort of like a computer tapping into a network. It's psychedelic as hell, far more chaotic and nonlinear than dreaming (which is why I scoff at the theories of UFO abduction reports being the result of hypnogogia), and produces the occasional auditory hallucination (bells and tones, usually, but sometimes voices as well). It's gotten so I keep a notepad on my bedstand since interesting little phrases and riddles frequently pop up during the flow.

And it's my experience that there's another network available beyond your own conscious mind, though I'd really have to sit down and catalog the reasons why. I'd rather you experience this for yourself. If you're a willing psychonaut, get ready for a lot of work but also major dividends in the future.

Thursday, December 04, 2014

A Return to First Principles

OK, here's where we're going.

Ever since I started this blog, I knew I didn't want to spend the rest of my life doing someone else's laundry. I came into this having published a couple comics series (unfortunately during the bleakest years of the downturn) and having serious interest in a couple screenplays I worked on (one of which was apparently of very serious interest to certain parties, as longtime readers will remember).

I'm a fanboy, I will cop to that without hesitation. But I'm also a creator. For reasons too fraught to explore here, creativity has been a bit of a minefield for me in the past and remains so, but fortunately blogging for seven years has given me the tools to look outside the the snakepit and see the world outside and raid it for inspiration.

I had been toying with the idea of podcasting, but continuing, nagging technical problems (the latest are totally inexplicable issues with our routers that can drop our internet speeds to dialup levels at inopportune times) are now seen as portents.

Plus, there's the whole thing of me not really liking to talk all that much. Some people like to hear their own voices, some people feel the need to be the center of attention where ever they may roam. I always need to take a nap after I do a podcast, classic introvert that I am.

So, here's the thing; I have a script written for what I intend to be the first of three graphic novels. Don't ask how or why, when the Muses strike, you obey. So obviously the next phase of the Secret Sun concept is a return to first principles.

This isn't some vague plan, the script is done. And I've already started on the second volume. Not only is the script written, but I also have the script storyboarded (or thumbnailed, if you prefer). I use film language because I'm pretentious, but also because the storyboards are necessarily the format I'll be using for layouts.

And I use the storyboards to gather reference the way directors use boards to scout locations and the like. I'm also in the casting process (like I said, pretentious), which means I'm going through all my sketchbooks, which are filled with my sketches of random characters and types, and pooling them for the "actors."

Now here's another thing; I didn't intend to do any of this. 

It quite unexpectedly imposed itself on me. I had been planning on working on a new book. I just couldn't figure out a topic compelling enough to write about given the nightmare wasteland that is publishing these days.

The plot and themes are all 100% Secret Sun, and Easter eggs will be laid everywhere. I'm a huge believer in stay-in-your-lane, dance-with-the-one-what-brung-ya. In fact, there's a subplot that's leftover from an X-Files comic pitch I had been kicking around for a while.

Moreover, any kind of disclaiming or journalistic distance or whatever is kicked to the curb here; the whole point is Katie-bar-the-door,  no-holds-barred, no quarter asked or given, but I will be following a modified take on the Ten Thirteen maxim in that it's only as highly weird as it is real.

Now, here's the other kicker: I don't plan on making people wait around for months while I work on this. Ever since I first got online a million years ago (back when 2400bps was state of the art) I dreamed of doing an online comic strip. Now there's a million of them, but in fact I tried to get my first publisher (Sirius, in fact) interested in doing one back in 1995. They couldn't see the point. So I'm consciously formatting the story so it can run here as a strip and then be collected in an album format.

Now, there's a massive caveat and that's my work schedule. I'm in a fallow period now but things could heat up at the drop of a hat. But the gods smile on me; I recently received a call from a friend who I've been trying for years to get to work with me and he told me he's ready when I am.

To say I was happy to hear this news is like saying Obama and Holder are a tad hypocritical about the militarization of civilian police. So, a lot of pressure is taken off my shoulders- I finally have a drop-dead pro to watch my back with my freelance work.

In the meantime, I plan on curating some "classic" Secret Sun pieces until I have new strips to post (and probably concurrent with them as well). Not to be immodest, but I'm pretty stunned by the depth of material on this blog, and I think many of you will be as well. Now I can return to my original ambition- to be the Alan Moore who draws his own material....

So stay tuned...

UPDATE: Just did a page count- 72 pages. I began shooting for 48.

UPDATE 1/22: This project is continuing to grow and mutate. It seems to be writing itself, it's really an incredible process. I haven't been this excited about a project since the work that led to Our Gods Wear Spandex. I've also been doing some very interesting research for the story, which is why I've been revisiting some old topics here on the blog.

However, if it continues to grow, it may change format. My main priority is telling this story and not allowing it to languish. That may require certain logistical reconsiderations. Apparently Saturn is about to become an influence (don't force me to display my astrological ignorance), which will force me to be very sober and practical about my future plans.

Sunday, November 09, 2014

A Very Sirius Election: Pretending that the Wars are Done

“The argument that the two parties should represent opposed ideals and policies, one, perhaps, of the Right and the other of the Left, is a foolish idea acceptable only to the doctrinaire and academic thinkers. Instead, the two parties should be almost identical, so that the American people can “throw the rascals out” at any election without leading to any profound or extreme shifts in policy. … Either party in office becomes in time corrupt, tired, unenterprising, and vigorless. Then it should be possible to replace it, every four years if necessary, by the other party, which will be none of these things but will still pursue, with new vigor, approximately the same basic policies.” 
Carroll Quigley, Tragedy and Hope: A History of the World in Our Time 

I've been saying for many years that we don't really have a two party system in this country, and certainly we don't really even have the appearance of one like we did when I was young. Back then you had bonafide working class Democrats like Tip O'Neill, who opposed the Republicans based on substantial economic differences. 

Bill Clinton and his "New Democrats" did away with all that by putting the last knife in the back of the working class, though in truth the process began when Nixon -- so-called champion of the Silent Majority-- went to China to open up its labor camps and sweatshops to American corporations.

Today, we have two Republican parties, for in truth the Democrats are nothing but the old Rockefeller Republicans (and are in fact funded by the Rockefellers and their networks of bundlers and NGOs, such as the Soros groups). 

The only difference between the parties is in the symbolism and the identity politics, which can get very toxic indeed.  

Even conservatives are starting to realize this, the ideological, non-partisan conservatives, that is. I've been saying for years that on a whole host of issues Obama (or his handlers) is to the right of Ronald Reagan (or rather, his handlers) and certainly economic inequality has done nothing but skyrocket the past 6 years. 

So many of the 'positive indicators' are smoke and mirrors (people are no longer considered unemployed when they give up looking for work) but the truth is that a record amount of Americans are not employed, and that number is expected to grow due to automation.


Our electoral system really begins to resemble professional wrestling the more you look at it. John Kerry, a popular, long-serving Senator from Massachusetts turned into a bumbling idiot when he ran against fellow Bonesman George Bush in 2004. You could almost read from the script he was following.

Another popular Massachusetts pol, Mitt Romney, played the mustache-twirling evil rich guy role to the hilt in 2012, despite having served in an overwhelmingly Democratic state as a classic Northeast moderate. He even went so far to run against Obamacare, which was modeled on his own (successful) health care program! 

He too seemed ordered to take the big dive and ensured he would lose by enlisting Ayn Rand radical Rep. Paul Ryan, whose budget plans scared all of the seniors and others dependent on Social Security. Otherwise, like Kerry, there's a good chance he would have won. Can't have that.

There's a funny pattern that never seems to fail in our two party system. The Republicans win a Presidential election and immediately begin to make noises about going after Social Security, which threatens their older voter base. Suicide, in other words.

The Democrats win an election and immediately unleash the social justice harpies, which not only depresses their own turnout in the midterms (see the 1994 and 2014 elections), it further alienates working class white voters. 

Again, it's like some script is being followed.

Though I realized the Democrats were being set up for a fall in these midterms when the same hectoring, elitist dialectic that contributed to the 1994 disaster was rolled out in their party's media organs such as The New York Times and, it was a rather odd but important signal that clinched the deal. A President who valued symbolism so highly, whose election and inauguration was rife with high initiate symbolism was being told, in no uncertain terms, that he was about to be humiliated....

This series looked at the astounding efforts made to identify Obama with Tut, who was praised by the scribes as the great restorer of the Horus Throne after the disastrous reign of the heretic Akhenaten. Obama was even ritually anointed as the new Tut by no less a luminary than the (now-disgraced) Zahi Hawass (read: Aiwass).

But it all went badly. Obama's campaign in the Muslim world and the Arab Spring didn't lead to a new era of peace and prosperity, it lead to widescale war, chaos and dictatorship and the mad-dogs curiously named "ISIS" by the Western media.

If Obama was meant to be the symbolic figurehead of the new New World Order, it's safe to say all of that is in serious jeopardy. Russia got tired of the constant provocations by NATO and is now indulging in much more serious provocations of its own. China is feeling its oats and crunching its numbers and seems to have decided it would be better off as the overlord of a rising Asia than the underling of a dying West.

Could that be what led to this strange story, popping into the new cycle towards the end of the campaign season?

The REAL face of King Tut: Pharaoh had girlish hips, a club foot and buck teeth according to 'virtual autopsy' that also revealed his parents were brother and sister  
• ‘Virtual autopsy’ composed of more than 2,000 computer scans carried out •  Genetic analysis of Tut’s family showed his parents were brother and sister • Family history could also have led to his premature death in his late teens • Various myths have him murdered or dying in chariot race • Club foot would have made it impossible to take part in chariot racing 
Yeah. Still want to be identified with King Tut? I didn't think so. 

This could all be a coincidence but given the exhaustive and explicit efforts made to identify Obama with Tut, I tend to doubt it. 

I stopped paying attention to all of these symbolic provocations, for the same reason I stopped paying attention to the occultism in pop videos and other media; by blogging about them I became an accomplice to whatever workings were being done.

But even though I've only been paying half-attention I do have to say that there seems to be a lot less of this kind of thing in the political arena these days, which may be why you may be looking at much different landscape in this country in the years to come. 

Because, as Americans were focused on the elections, the rest of the world seems to be getting ready for war.

Sweden is finding that it looks like easy pickin's for a big ol' hungry bear, who's been slapping it around with unanswered incursions the past several weeks:  
States like Poland, Lithuania, Estonia, Finland, and Sweden have to understand that the doubletalk is newspeak--that it’s almost meaningless, and they have to take the Russian threat seriously. Poland has responded to the ceasefire by realigning its entire force structure east, to fight the Russians in case of invasion. Both Sweden and Finland are examining ways to deepen cooperation with NATO, and Moldova is edging towards changing its traditionally neutralist stance.

In one form or another, these states are preparing for war. Eventually, one or many – but most likely the Poles – are going to push back against Russian aggression in Ukraine, either surreptitiously with “volunteers” or overtly with some sort of joint units. And then there will be a crisis, because some NATO states will be in a war and others will back them up.

So despite the doublespeak, despite the conferences, despite the de-escalatory frameworks and timetables, NATO is heading towards a crisis that could remake the face of Western security.  
Sweden would fall in an hour, its Viking spirit long since snuffed out by a stultifying political correctness. The Baltic states might be a bit tougher, but no match for Russia's missiles. Would America really risk nuclear war to protect them? It didn't when it was a much stronger and more united country.

If Russia was the only problem, it could probably be contained. But it's not:
Russia is already the world’s third highest military spender behind the United States and China and they’re clearly going to keep amping it up. But they won’t be doing it alone. 
As has been the case for the last decade, Russia can look to China for support. The two nations’ alliance is more powerful than most are willing to acknowledge. Consider their support for one another throughout the Ukraine crisis.
When Russia invaded Crimea in March, China tacitly supported the move by abstaining from a vote in the United Nations. And when new EU sanctions against Russia came out last week, Beijing suggested that additional sanctions “may lead to new and more complicating factors” in Ukraine.
 And that’s not all. Russia and China cooperate along economic, technological, military, and political lines. What’s more, in all of these areas they have something the U.S. lacks: strategy and the will to put it into practice.
Things are about to change in this country. In Europe as well. You can sense it, if you put your antennae up high enough.  I lived through the chilling phase of the last Cold War and I'm getting a definite sense of deja vu.

I can't begin to speculate what awaits us on the other side of the worldwide conflict that is fast approaching, I can only guess that the world as we know it now is about to be swept away like sand castles in a tsunami.

Monday, November 03, 2014

These Are the Days of Miracles and Wonders

As some of you might be aware I'm blessed with the joyous gift of Myofascial Pain Syndrome, the so-called "rabid dog" of chronic pain disorders. In point of fact, it's technically classified as debilitating, though I chose not to let it be. But it comes with all kinds of wonderful side effects aside from the huge ropey cords of enspasmed muscles, one of which is chronic fatigue and various sleep disorders.

These problems come and go, but decided to kick in a while back when I was really busy (rather, because I was). Now, normally when I'm busy I try to set aside time to read or write, which is important to avoid burnout. 

Constant, unremitting work isn't good for the brain, or your motor skills. However, the fatigue was making my usual recreation impossible. So I tried something different; rather than interpret this as a further burden I decided to interpret it as a summons and spend more time meditating.

Some of you may also be aware that I do a lot of work with hypnogogic trance as a meditative tool. It takes a while to master, but is an incredibly powerful state of consciousness that you can lapse into rather quickly once you've gotten the hang of it, and the inner visions you experience can be as powerful as any drug.

So when I wasn't working, I simply shut out the outside world and tuned into a different signal. I can say with hesitation or embarrassment that I experienced visions I can only describe as remote viewing; incredibly vivid, three-dimensional views of places I've never been, images I didn't summon. 

This could be rather unsettling- I'd be floating along in Free-Association Land and suddenly be looking down at some city I've never seen from what felt like a ledge, or be looking at a distant coastline from just above the ocean's waves.

It's ironic given that I once thought remote viewing was a joke. I can't exactly say that's what this is but it definitely felt like it was going from outside my own consciousness. I shouldn't put that in the past tense- experiences like that are now pretty common, if not always so dramatic. They're all part of an overall matrix of nonlinear and unbidden sound and vision, a genuine altered state of consciousness.

And as with the paranormal encounters I've experienced it's the kind of thing I'd either have scoffed at or given insincere lip service to until I experienced it for myself. 

The totalitarian pressure to adhere to consensus reality grows more extreme (and desperate) by the day. It's the worst I've seen in my lifetime, but that may only be because the self-appointed gatekeepers know how quickly worldviews can change once their reality matrix is challenged.

Now, I don't go much for the whole "god within" rap. In my experience, it leads to a kind of narcissistic  solipsism which eventually leads you nowhere, or even leads you back to nihilism. The truth is out there. But I do believe in tuning out the noise of the world in order that you may better receive the Signal, which more often than not is received internally. 

I know a lot of people feel discouraged by this endless 1970s LARP we're suffering through but the 70s were also a very fertile time for psychic dissent. Things are a lot more fluid and kinetic than they may seem, and the gatekeepers are a lot weaker and more frightened than they appear. 

And there's a powerful Signal waiting for you out there if you're willing to tune into it.

Saturday, November 01, 2014

The Numinous Power of Night

Note: I have several essays in the pipeline that I am currently wrestling with, perhaps having bit off more than I can chew. In the meantime I wanted to repost this film, which I had post a while back on The Solar Satellite. 
It seemed to get lost in the shuffle and really deserves a much closer look. This is a perfect film for a cold, rainy weekend, like the kind we're suffering here, and its theme of sleepless nights is apropos for daily savings time tonight. There's a strange kind of numinosity that I don't think you'd see in many films today.
As I wrote before, there are several gems that have resurfaced in the past few years on the Internet, artifacts from a time when narrative had meaning. It's amazing to see the discipline writers once had to tell a story like this in so short a time when a plot like this would be spread over a thirteen hour HBO series today.
This film is also timely given the endless 1970s tapeloop we are trapped in. One of the essays I am struggling is about the 70s occult revival and how contrary it was to the dominant zeitgeist of the time, which was just as dreary, reductionist and suicidal as is our own. But it just goes to show that untamed forces tend to get loose when society as a whole is trapped in a nihilistic downturn. This film is perfect evidence of that.  
Thanks to the blessings of YouTube and Netflix, I've discovered this strange Magonian subgenre of old movies, dealing with UFOs and so on in a way infinitely more interesting and sophisticated way than the brain-dead garbage Hollywood pukes out these days. Some of them even showed up as made-for-TV movies in the 70s, strangely enough.

Then there's Night Slaves, an offering that Stephen King simply pasted together with Quatermass and the Pit and made millions re-selling to the public as The Tommyknockers. Watch both movies and you'll see exactly what I mean- a more blatant example of caution-to-the-wind plagiarism has rarely seen print.

Night Slaves features the king of 70s corn James Franciscus playing a distinctly unconvincing dropout, a pre-parody Leslie Nielsen exuding simian menace, Lee Grant at the peak of her gorgeous elegance, Witch-King Andrew Prine, and an irresistible alien cupcake played with giddy aplomb by the doe-eyed Tisha Sterling. And it was all produced by Bing Crosby's outfit, of all people.

In other words, it's absolute godhead.

Unlike all the endless War of the Worlds knockoffs, these Magonian films will insinuate themselves very quietly into your unconscious and stay there. After watching, my mind is given to strange flights of fancy, pondering on how the Signal seemed to reach more minds before the airwaves were crammed to capacity with electromagnetic junk. Or wondering if the entire cell network-- phones, iPads, you name it-- is all operated at a massive financial loss in order to intercept the Signal and keep us trapped in ape-mode forever. Crazy stuff like that.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Telling Tales Out of School: The Superspectrum

One of the more fascinating figures of the collision of 20th Century pop culture and future-science is Otto Binder. The prolific writer was not only one of the most influential writers in the history of the comics medium he was also a forward thinker on the topic of rocketry and space, creating one of the first- if not the first- magazines dedicated to the space program, Space World. From a previous Telling Tales Out of School post:
(Binder) authored over 300 non-fiction articles on scientific and UFO subjects, and articles in science yearbooks on chemistry, astronomy, physics and biology. He was a member of the American Rocket Society, American Interplanetary Society, National Spaceflight Association and Aerospace Writers Association.
He was also founder and editor of Space World Magazine from 1959 til 1963, subscribed to by high school and university students, as well as professional people....

In 1963 he was awarded an honorary Master’s Degree in Astronautical Science by NASA, and from 1965, until his death in 1974 wrote extensively in the field of Ufology, with books and articles on analyses and statistics.

Binder was not only a pioneer in space journalism, he was also a pioneer in UFO and ancient astronaut journalism as well, which was a shocking career move for someone so ensconced in the circles Binder ran in.  

One topic Binder seemed especially interested in was the undue attention that UFOs had been paying nuclear installations and weapons programs, but he seemed to tell these stories in bizarre, allegorical comic book tales, like the extremely enigmatic "Secret of the Silent Spacemen" in Strange Adventures #82.

That story was so strange it could only have had some kind of symbolic counter-narrative, but its plot-- aliens interfering with atomic energy plants-- was apparently a topic of grave concern in military and intelligence circles going back to the 1940s according to some researchers, with some sources blaming the Great Blackout of 1965 on UFOs.

So this is why another Binder Strange Adventures story caught my attention. I found it in a Showcase collection I got at a local used book store but unfortunately haven't been able to find color scans of the story. In this story a science discovers aliens (who look remarkably like the "Tall Greys," which is unusual given the bizarre variety of depictions of aliens in these old comics) who exist (or cloak themselves, depending on what exactly Binder is getting at here) in the ultraviolet spectrum.

It all begins with the failure of an atomic bomb test, which leads to the discovery that all of the military's plutonium is missing. This brings us back to the same situation that Binder was allegorizing in "Secret."

Then things get kind of weird.

Scientist Tod Knox has some magic ri... sorry, some science ring, that changes all the colors he sees. Which is why I'm really sorry I don't have color scans here. What exactly Binder is driving at is unclear, but I have a feeling it has nothing to do with a super-ring. 

That bicycle might be a little hint, what do you guys think? This story was published in 1956, right about the time MK ULTRA was dosing people left and right.

Being the square-jawed 50s science guy he is, Tod returns to the lab and sciences everything out with a chart of the electromagnetic spectrum of light. Taking another megadose putting his science-ring back on, Todd runs around, tasting the sound of purple until he bumps into a machine elf Ultraviolet Alien, who he at first mistakes for a working joe.

Following the alien to the atomic warehouse, Tod discovers the Tall Greys are stealing the plutonium. Using his science-ring thingy, he sees that their ship in cloaked right in the middle of a city street. Then a bunch of other stuff happens and the aliens magically go to another dimension, in this case all the way to the invisible infrared. Hey, it's a backup story-- what are you expecting?

But the story itself isn't what interests me. It was published in 1956 in a sci-fi anthology that probably didn't sell all that well (SF was always a hard sell in comics). What does interest me is its author and his credentials, not to mention his interest in UFOlogy. 

What also interests me is that the idea seems to have made an indelible impression on John Keel, because 13 years later Keel would publish very similar theories as to UFOs and the ultraviolet spectrum of light, beginning in Operation Trojan Horse and continuing in several other books such as The Eighth Tower.
Ultraviolet rays come next, and they are tremendously important to the UFO phenomenon. These are also invisible but can burn the flesh and the eyes. A neglected part of the UFO evidence consists of the hundreds of sightings in which the witnesses suffered all of the symptoms of klieg conjunctivitis afterward. Actors performing on movie sets brightly illumi­nated by arc lights sometimes experience these same symptoms. The eyes redden, itch and feel sore. This is caused by the ultraviolet radiation (also called actinic rays).  

Keel and Binder were friends and sometime collaborators. But they had very different opinions on UFOs, with Binder being more a nuts-n-bolts guy and Keel being, well, John Keel.

After much more experimentation, on other nights in other places, I concluded that the purple spots were part of the UFO phenomenon and were being controlled by, or possessed, some kind of intelligence. 
Return now to our two charts of the electromagnetic and color spectrums. You will see that ultraviolet rays immediately precede the visible spectrum. The first visible frequencies are of purple or violet light. 
Let us assume that UFOs exist at frequencies beyond visible light but that they can adjust their frequency and descend the electromagnetic spectrum just as you can tum the dial of your radio and move a variable condenser up and down the scale of radio frequencies. 
When a UFO's frequency nears that of visible light, it would first appear as a purplish blob of violet. As it moves farther down the scale, it would seem to change to blue, and then to cyan (bluish green). In our chapter on meteors we note that they most often appear as bluish-green objects. 
I have therefore classified that section of the color spectrum as the UFO entry field.

Keel again, from The Eighth Tower:
Visible light follows infrared. Dr Meade Layne and other early UFO investigators observed that the objects often appeared magically as a reddish puddle in the sky, then progressively changed to the other colors of the spectrum until they became a sickening purple and melted into the invisible ultraviolet.  
'Forbidden' books on black magic, witchcraft, and ancient religious beliefs all describe this basic materialization process, including solemn warnings to avert the eyes when you materialize an angel or demon through some secret rite lest you suffer from conjunctivitis and the other painful maladies produced by the rays of the EM spectrum. All mythology tells how one should not gaze upon the countenance of a materialized god.
Keel obviously took a very metaphysical view of all of this. But what if the effects he describes were of a technology, a cloaking technology? Perhaps an extremely exotic and impossibly futuristic technology, maybe one so advanced we might not recognize it as a technology. Scientists are openly toying with the concept now, but one wonders the icy stabs of terror military planners in the late 40s and 50s must have experienced when pondering the existence of such a technology in the hands of the 'Saucer Men'.

One thing is for sure; if anyone outside of those circles got wind of such a technology, it was Otto Binder.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Secret Sun Picture Parade: First Born Unicorn

David Duchovny's long-running sex comedy Californication wrapped this past summer. We looked at some of the symbolism in the series in a Stairway to Sirius post a few years ago (and another here) but I thought this past season was worth a Picture Parade, y'know, just for the giggles and grins.

Duchovny will be seen next in Aquarius, an NBC mini-series about the Manson Family. I'll keep an eye on that series for any Secret Sun appropriate material.

Note: Gillian Anderson has signed on as a series regular on Hannibal, the NBC series based on the Thomas Harris novels. Talk about coming full circle for Gillian- the Dana Scully character was based on the Clarice Starling character from Silence of the Lambs. And Californication creator Tom Kapinos has signed on to produce the adaption of the Vertigo Comics series Lucifer. Enlightening.

A pauper, indeed

In the first episode of the season, Hank Moody discovers he has a son named Levon, played by Oliver Cooper, who is obviously going for the "new Jonah Hill" slot. Speaking of Sirius, Cooper was the star of an indie film titled Four Dogs. Levon tells Hank he had a tough time, not knowing for 20 years who his real father was. 

Levon's mother "Julia" is somewhat unconvincingly played by Hathor Graham, who previously played opposite Duchovny in the other show he played an FBI agent on. 

If you didn't know already, Twin Peaks will be returning to your TV set some time in the near future.

Hank goes to work on a TV show called Santa Monica Cop run by the volatile producer "Rich Rath," played by Michael Imperioli (best known as "Christopher" from The Sopranos). His first instinct when he hears about Levon is to use it as a storyline. This season shows you it's a miracle anything decent gets on TV at all, given the madhouse that is Hollywood.

Because this is where they confess their deepest, darkest secrets and put them on the screen.

No, no that Monica. Santa Monica.  

Rich offers Hank some advice you know he's going to ignore: don't have sex with the actresses. Hank will ignore that advice, and hijinks and boffo yuks will ensue. 

Oddly enough, there's a lookalike for X-Files producer John Shiban lurking silently throughout the season. 

And even odder, Santa Monica Cop's director (and Hank's nemesis)- known only as "Director"- is a lookalike/soundalike for a younger version of X-Files director Daniel Sackheim, who also directed Bree Sharp's video, "David Duchovny, Why Don't You Love Me?"

There are also weird, inappropriate non-sequiturs like this....

...what's that about?

Milk it.


Then there's this subplot...

...referring to this 1993 film, which was many Americans' first introduction to this actor. What did I see him in more recently...?

Another subplot even parallels the plot of Dori Carter's (Duchovny's old boss's wife) first novel Beautiful Wasps Having Sex, with Charlie Runkel trying to hire himself on as agent to Santa Monica's co-producer Goldie. 

The Italian surname D'Ori means "Golden." Huh. What's that all about, do you think?



Later, Hank meets Amy, the female lead of the show who was torn between this role and...

..."some class up the ass BBC thing." 

Amy is played by Mercedes Mason, who recently starred on 666 Park Avenue with "Mr. Ten Thirteen" himself, Terry O' Quinn. The symbols...

Deepest, darkest, Mr. Rath

Rich Rath meets Julia and is smitten. He asks her if she's done any acting. She did, in New York.

Julia is hired and meets Amy. It's like looking in a mirror.

Or this just a case of projection?

Julia had given up acting to pursue a career as a dental hygienist.

A little bit of satire, Dave?

Needless to say, Hank's other baby mama is none too pleased by all of this. But don't worry, it all works out in the end.

Hank reunites with Karen and "Rich" and "Julia" find true love on the Santa Monica Pier. 

What this all means for 20 year-old Levon is never made clear. It looks as if he will have soon a father and a stepfather- or a Godfather, given this is Christopher Moltisanti we're talking about. But Levon was born a pauper to a pawn, on a Christmas Day, when The New York Times said God is dead, and the war's begun. (Bonus sync: Imperioli was also in Secret Sun macro-resonator The Lovely Bones with my Braintree homeboy Mark Wahlberg)

Here is wisdom.


I'll leave you with this news: Gillian Anderson is dropping hints about a new X-Files movie, after briefly toying with the idea of a crowd-funded sequel.

Will we finally unlock the keys to everything in The X-Files?

Sync Log: Just came across this- recently put up on CIF homepage. Tenuous connection to article but the Guardian is a clickbait rag anyway.