Scarlet Women and Red Almandine

OK, as usual there's a lot going on and lot of dots to connect. There's actually too much going on out there, really. Is there someone I can speak to about that? 

If not, let's dive in into LARPocalypse 2018 then. I'll try to be as clear as possible since there are a lot of moving parts here.

A Ritualized Society is an Insane Society

I wonder if the "Super Blue Blood Moon"-- a phrase no one ever heard before Reality got sick and died-- isn't just a symptom of this new reality of ours going in and of phase.

 

Fallen, Fallen is Mystery Babylon the Kate

So I wasn't hallucinating; just as with the new Justin Timberlake video, the rest of the world seems to share my opinions of the Grammys; it was the lowest-rated broadcast for the show ever. 

I know it's hard to believe but ordinary folks really don't enjoy having pampered aristocrats and multimillionaire hedonists tell them how horrible they all are for three hours. I know, I know, it's awful. I blame Russia.

The Grammys: Fallen Angels & the Never-Ending Ritual

You know, sometimes I wonder about people who feel compelled to amputate their own legs or eat broken glass or tattoo their eyeballs. Only I don't wonder so much when I force myself to watch things like the Grammys. 

Who am I to judge, right?

Katy Perry: High Priestess of the Secret Siren Sex Sect?

 

Katy Perry, who sitteth beside many waters, is like a thermometer. 

If I want to know what the social-engineering/media mind-control climate is as the moment, I just see what our friend Katheryn Elizabeth Hudson's up to lately and it gives me a pretty good read.