The Secret Sun: The Visitor from Vega and the Antarctica Apocalypse

Well, here we are.

The action these past two months has been so fast and furious and the syncs so ripe it's been hard to keep track of it all, isn't it? I have a feeling that's probably the idea.

One story we do need keep very close track of is our Visitor from Vega, the distinctly anomalous cylinder with "high metal content" that performed a little fly-by a few weeks after Heaven turned upside down in Las Vegas.

And as it happens that may not be the only mass-murder event somehow connected to this War in Heaven that seems to be rolling out this year.

Superlatives were flying fast and thick over the Vegan visitor, along with some tantalizingly ambiguous language as to its exact nature.

It's kind of curious how few people are commenting on the fact that astronomers were claiming it's from Vega given how its flyby came so soon after the Las Vegas situation. Which raises all kinds of questions ranging from "who knew what about this thing and when did they know it," to "does this thing actually exist or is it part of some weird space ritual we can only guess at?"

The physical description of the object is buzzing at my tinfoil as well. This "high metal content" strikes me a bit suggestive, as does its red color.

Here we see it described as "metallic." Made of metal.

So yeah, this "Start of a New Era" thing. Maybe they mean something besides Astronomy.

I mean, y'know, the Vegas.

Just in case you're new around here- Vega derives from the Arabic for "Falling Eagle." Eagles being identified with angels in the Bible. If that seems a bit tenuous to you, maybe I should mention what Vega was called in Babylonian astronomy...

... namely the "Messenger of Light." Falling eagles, lightbringers, all that War in Heaven kind of business.

And speaking of the once and future Babylon, do remember that the Etemenanki, aka the Tower of Babel, was 91 meters cubed and was located at 32º32'.

This week also saw a number of suggestive headlines on other space topics.

Most of these seemed connected somehow to the overarching narrative one might expect of the return of the Vegas, whether real or imagined. Like this classic example of the Seen-from-Space meme.

Hang out the lanterns- the Vegas are coming home! This time for good!

And there's this eye-grabber tying with the Alien-Prometheus vibe. How and why these kinds of stories are circulating this week is open to conjecture, but you can't argue with the cumulative subconscious effect.

I mean, you're not supposed to argue with the cumulative subconscious effect. Soon, who knows? Maybe you won't be allowed to.

And of course we have a headline jacking into the whole Elite Cargo Cult mainframe like a wilson from Barrytown under the guise of Darwinist ex nihilo cosmogenic fantasizing.

These Dawkinsian notions of "life just popping into being just because" may seem to some like a dead end but to my way of thinking they're an intentional mindfuck meant to prepare the mass mind for the unveiling of the secretly-held theology.

Secretly-held Vegan theology, I should add. And I don't mean that annoying SJW at work who gets triggered if someone has a ham sandwich.

Oh, and here we go- Jupiter and Saturn need to get thrown into the mix as well. Because that's the way it goes. Whoever pays the Piper gets to call the tune.

And in case you missed it, there's this little item here: astronomers are a beaming techno music-- no, I'm serious-- to a planet orbiting a red star in the Canis Minor system.

Techno. We're getting our asses invaded for sure.

In case you didn't know already, the Babylonians called Canis Minor the Rooster and named it as a companion to Orion, or the True Shepherd of Anu. "Rooster eye on my star" and all that, amirite?

Bonus factoid: this is the Year of the Rooster in Chinese Astrology.

Extra bonus factoid: the first messages sent to a heavenly body was during Project Diana, when radar signals were sent to the Moon. By some weird fluke, Jack Parsons and L Ron Hubbard were performing the Babalon Working at the time.

And of course we have the prefab controversy meant to lure in the mildly-disinterested reader.

And the project is being coordinated with the Sonar festival, a big rave thing which takes place every year in Barcelona. This year it landed on the weekend of June 17th.

Barcelona has been in the news quite a bit thanks to the Catalan drive for independence from Spain.

And exactly two months later we saw the Barcelona attacks in which 13 people were killed and 130 injured by a 22 year-old driving a van. Could this tragedy get any more numerological?

Yes. Yes, it can.

And right on schedule, there is the Black Sun, just as we saw with Jason Aldean and the Route 91 Harvest Festival.

FYI: Sonar is an acronym for "sound navigation and ranging," the underwater counterpart to radar.

And speaking of Orion Krause, the Catalan president took to the air and claimed his support for Catalan independence was being driven by a "mysterious force."

The Sonar festival takes place at the Playa d'Espanya in Barcelona, which is known for its twin towers the Torres Venecianes, whose name takes us back to the Siren and even to the Phoenicians, if you're so inclined.

The Venetian Towers are 47 meters high, eh?

Wherever do I know that number from?

The Placa d'Espanya lies on the Avenue of the Parallel, which runs east-west. The site of the August 17 attacks is north-northeast of the Placa, at an incline of 19.5º.

19.5 degrees north. Huh.

Where have I heard that before? Help me out here, people.

And the more I look at this inexplicable event featuring Our Lady of Oracles, the more interesting it gets. Note that the tickets for the event- which took place on the first day of Leo-- went on sale on May 19th.

That's 19.5 in British notation, for those of you keeping score at home.

Note that the Grand Lodge of England threw their 300th birthday party at that same venue on Halloween. One hundred days after the Hall was blessed by Our Lady.

So it seems that Wikipedia, the "crowdsourced" voice of the Technocrats of Silicylon Valley, has the space-spliff as coming from Vega. Did they call our new phallic friend "Elvis?"

Not exactly.

They are calling it 1L/'Oumuamua. The one-L gives us the requisite 51, just in case you didn't catch the Stephen Paddock insinuations. I get it- it's a bit subtle.

UPDATE: Subtle indeed- a FB reader pointed out IL could be seen as 49, following the IV-IX rule in Roman numerals (though technically it would read as XLIX). Oh my my...

What about this "'Oumuamua" thing? Oh, it means "reaching out for the advance scouts from the past."

And by "from the past," they mean from Vega. The advance scouts from Vega.

The advance scouts from Vega. Interesting name there.

UPDATE: Here's the actual definition:

1. The foremost soldier or the front rank in battle.

2. A scout; one sent forward before a battle to discover the position of the enemy.

From Vega.

So, the Romans believed the setting of Vega signaled the start of autumn, eh? Sounds reasonable. Of course, we mark September 23rd as the start of our autumn...

... this year was kind of interesting with the start of Autumn thing. You may have heard a thing or two about it. Things really kind of picked up ever since, wouldn't you say? Got a little hectic, maybe?

Like that whole Texas thing; the one that happened to coincide with the occultation of Aldebaran by the Beaver Moon? It so happens that the Beaver moon took place in the tail of Cetus, formerly known as the Sea-Monster...

... now called the Whale.

So the Occulting Moon rose in the Whales' Tail? Why does that sound so familiar?

Guess we'll never know.

By the way, this is how you bring a blush to the snow. Don't quote me on this, but I think we're due for a rude surprise in the winter. Given the track record and all.

Of course, the Climate Change/plutocrat crowd is all worked up about this story, prophesying a new Flood based on reports of Antarctic melting. Gotta keep that Apocalypse Machine runnin', round the clock. There are trillions at stake here.

And this is coming from NASA, who have never lied about anything. Ever.

That shot of lower Manhattan looks vaguely familiar, though.

I just can't place it.

Part of this latest round of Apocalyptic alarmism is coming from expeditions to the Ross Ice Shelf, which is reportedly thinning. Of course, this is a bit tricky for the rest of us to verify.

But seeing as how the Ross Ice Shelf is off the coast of Victorialand, perhaps we'd best pay attention. You know, given the whole track record and all.

Either way, Antarctica is big news this year. Has been for a while now. And lo and behold, it looks as if Piri Reis were onto something: apparently a fossilized forest has been found in the Great Upside Down.

Graham Hancock is accepting mea culpas care of his website.

But parapolitical researchers do suspect there may be a bit more behind the overweening interest in Antarctica. There's been a parade of dignitaries traveling to a place where there's nothing more than ice, snow, penguins, and more snow. Maybe a stray Nazi or two.

Or so we're told.

And then there are folks like this, who see Antarctica as a theater of battle for the War in Heaven. In this scenario, Antarctica is the fabled Tartarus where the Watchers have been imprisoned. The Watchers will be released in time for the big cage match with Michael and his homies.

In other words, Victorialand may have to choose sides, between Heaven or the Vegas.

Of course, this all sounds a bit like trying too hard to tie up some loose Biblical ends and square some annoying circles. But the way things have been going I wouldn't count it all out entirely.

After all, there are a lot of Apocalypse buffs out there and I've heard said that a few of them have the technology to throw one hell of an Armageddon LARP.