Let's Get Higher: A Secret Sun Solstice Soiree of Sync

You know who we are and you know how we do. So here's the 10th - and in my opinion, best - summit meeting between the Sultan of Sync and the Sovereign of Sinsemilla.

It's Always Midnight

The long, torturous wait is finally over: the revised and expanded 2022 edition of The Endless American Midnight is out now.

The Apocalypse Makes for Strange Bedfellows

When it rains it pours: my old pal Derek Gilbert of SkywatchTV invited me on to his podcast to talk about the Lovecraft-Alice Bailey nexus, and we ended up touching on a whole host of other topics such as the Sorcerarchy, demonology and the existential evil of the Bush Crime Syndicate and their neocon toadies.

AstroWorld: There Will Be Giants on the Earth in Those Days

Oh, you KNEW this was coming.

So the other night some guy on Twitter was telling me how much my previous Astroworld piece sucked, but at least I didn't try to "desperately" shoehorn the Sibyl into my exegesis. I merely said "the night is still young" in reply.  

(Travis) Scottish Rites, or The Aeons of Astroworld

It goes without saying that trampling incidents are not uncommon at concerts, festivals or any other large gathering of people. 

Sorry, Eternals. The Spell's Already Been Broken.

 

I haven't seen the Eternals movie yet, meaning I haven't yet seen the movie coming out today called Eternals. But I've seen The Eternals onscreen time and time and time again, and so have you. 

Trick or Treat, Mithraic Elite, Your VR Schemes are a Crock of Sheet

 

Ever see the movie Layer Cake with Daniel Craig? It’s about a British gangster who goes through all manner of trials and tribulations for a crime boss by the name of Eddie Temple (*Guard of the Templar Gold” essentially) and is rewarded not with the money he was promised but with an invitation to an exclusive club where the big boys meet.

Secret Star Trek Returns

To celebrate Captain Kirk going up into nowhere-even-close-to-outer-space in the DeMolay Cock-Rocket, I've reposted the Secret Star Trek series, which are some of the most popular and most requested essays in the decade-and-a-half history of The Secret Sun.

Wanna Hear Something Spooky?

My pals over at The Spookies Podcast had me over for an epic gabfest on a wide range of topics, both Paranormal and New Normal. I had a big old fuck-ton of fun with Mike and Steph and I think you will too.

Foiled Again

Gird your loins: the legendary Sam Tripoli invited back on the Tin Foil Hat Podcast for an epic blab-session on the Ground Zero Star Map and much, much more. 

Storming the Stargate: The Ground Zero Star Map

"What More Do You Need?"

One of my favorite 90s films is The Rapture, written and directed by Michael Tolkin, and starring Mimi Rogers and David Duchovny. Instead of the usual Hollywood sneer-fest, the film treats the topic and its subjects with the utmost seriousness and then goes whole-hog in the climax, which I have to admit I was definitely not expecting.

I love this scene in particular, seeing how it has a fellow freed prisoner ask a petulant Mimi Rogers, "What more do you need," as Gabriel blows his horn and the big show begins. See, I often think the same thing when it comes to the endless signs and wonders connected to another apocalyptic herald, one you may have heard a thing or two about around these parts.

No One's Going Anywhere

The latest Melt-A-Thon rant session is now up on The Melt. Two and a half hours of tilting at electronic windmills and screaming into the NatSecState's technocratic void, all leavened with generous dollops of gallows humor. 

Dark Rain, Dark Reign

 

I can't seem to find it but I believe I did a post about this episode of The Outer Limits around 2011 or so. Maybe it was on one of the sister blogs. Anyhow, it resonated with me then and resonates with me even more now, in light of more recent slow-motion catastrophes.

Be Careful What You Woke For

If you get anything at all from this little blog of mine, I would hope it would be three simple laws. Because you're going to need to keep your sanity in the coming days...

Crypto-Mithraism Gets Less Cryptic at Tokyo Olympics

Where have all the people gone?

Olympic Ceremonies have always been a reliable barometer when it comes to the current ruling-class mindset, particularly their religious mindset. 

It's common knowledge that the Olympics began as a specifically religious festival (honoring Zeus, specifically) and were revived during the heyday of European Freemasonry and the Victorian fetish for the old gods. I've been looking at the games since the earliest days of this blog and I have to confess: the rituals on display this year are not exactly filling my heart with boundless optimism.

Space is an Altar: Sex & Rockets

Never mind the kids down there.

Meet Me at The Obelisk

UPDATE: IT'S A' LIVE. Listen with rapt attention here. Click the little arrow and make it come up.

Set the Controls for the Heart of 1983

 

I was originally planning to do a single playlist for 1983. I ended up creating six. As it happens, 1983 was even more pivotal a year than I'd expected. There was so much going on in so many different genres that I realized how much 1983 had spoiled me for every year that followed it. 

1983: The Year That Broke Reality

That helmet looks vaguely Kirbyesque

1983 hovers like a wraith over all of my work and I've never been quite sure why. All I know is that I sensed something definitively change in the spring and summer of that year, even if those changes have only become apparent in the past few years. 

But all I can say for sure is that something somehow seemed to have entered our world from somewhere else.

 

You Will Know Synchronicity

  

Whether you loved it or hated it, there’s no talking about 1983 without talking about the Police’s mega smash Synchronicity, released 38 years ago last Thursday.

Code-Breaking the Craft: It Takes Two

What we're looking at isn't about a religion or a fraternity, it's about the entire foundation of all high-initiate ritualism, spanning back thousands -- perhaps even tens of thousands -- of years. Rituals that were mind-crushingly ancient before the world ever even heard of Abraham or Jesus, never mind Albert Pike.

Star Cults, Nothing but Star Cults, Give Me Those Star Cults

So having earned your Scentless Apprentice and your Mellow Craftsman merit badges, are you ready for the Third Degree? I guarantee you by the end of this process you'll know more about Masonic symbolism than over 99.33% of all Freems worldwide. 

C'mon Billy

Got a Black Magic Woman

It's Garland Day, AKA Garland King Day, AKA The Day the Shepherd Boy Swam to the Siren. Also the day the Romans made sacrifices to Neptune. And these are the days of miracles and wonders. 

Also, the Great Unveiling. 

Earn Your Scentless Apprentice Degree! Absolutely Freem!

The Freemasons are the big kahunas when it comes to symbolism, aren't they? The only problem is that I don't think most of them understand their own symbols, and tend to get very flighty and flowery when you ask them to explain it. 

The Never-Ending Rituals: The 4th A.D.

May 5: After an apparent failure on Imbolc, SpaceX successfully launches "Starship" (sic) on Beltane.

Letting the Word-Spice Flow in a Gaslit Nation

My brother-from-another-mother Freeman Fly and I got together for another epic gabfest on rituals, gaslighting and the world situation. Everything - and I do mean everything - gets thrown into the word-chipper and our spiritual strategies for survival and, um, thrive-al are shared.

So, About that Woke CIA Ad...

Of course everyone with half a brain hates the CIA's ridiculous woke recruitment ad. They're supposed to. 

SynchroCinema Seminar: Midnight Special (2016)

Being the age I am and having consumed as much pop culture junk as I have, I’ve come to a point in which I have near-zero interest in "escapist" entertainment. 

Liber ALeister & the Aeon of Crowley

Nietzsche once said, "All great things must first wear a terrifying and monstrous mask, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity." 

Smoke 'Em if You Got Them, or 420 Reasons to Live

What better way to celebrate 4/20 than to listen to two young chaos magicians and a young(ish)-at-heart Chaos Mystick riffing on a virtual catalog of stoner movies and TV shows and all kinds of synchro-madness?  

"I'd Like to Be in USA, Pretending that the Wars are Done"

It's funny: I keep hearing corporate media people claim Russia is only bluffing by moving what looks like at least a quarter of its active infantry (100K+ men-at-arms) as well as thousands of armored vehicles, and now, nuclear-capable artillery to the Ukrainian border. 

Rituals Shall Be Habitual

The Pro-Phylax Axis

Phoenix also reminds me quite a bit of Semjaza Phylax, just gussied up a bit more for television. Remember Phylax? Ah, the psyops of days gone by. 

Egypt's Golden Parade: Smells Like Freem Spirit

Well, the Egyptian government held a big parade today, where 22 (Twinty-Twin, in Secret Sun parlance) royal mummies were put on display while being driven across town for some contrived reason or other. The prevailing opinion is that this is all meant to goose up the tourist trade, which has been hit hard by global shutdowns.

That could certainly be true. But I'm getting a strong vibe that there may be some Freemly frolics and secret society shenanigans afoot in the Victorious City.

Doing It for the Children

 

This seems like it's going to be a banner year for Knowles' Second Law. We're not even out of March and already we have the State of California mandating invocations to Aztec gods of human sacrifice. Now we have Lil Nas X enlisted for Cringeianity's (which some call "Satanism") latest effort to wrap their pasty, pudgy little fingers around America's young.

A Heroic Dose of Secret Sun

Feeling lost and adrift? Can't reconnect with the Source, the Ground of Being, the Great Universal Spirit? Maybe you just need a very strong course of Secretsun-Diethylamide-Tryptamine-317. 

Studies have shown that patients who've received strong doses of Secret Sun recover 33% more quickly from spiritual malaise and dark spellcraft than patients who were given a placebo.

I Want to Get High, So High(erside).

  

Hey, Carlwood-man, hey, what you say? Gimme some of your bandwidth. Hey.

Gimme That Old-Time Religion. OK, Maybe Not THAT Old.

You know the old saying: "The Secret Sun is always right; especially when it's wrong."

What I mean by that is OCD. Never discount the power of OCD.

The Scam That Fell to Earth

Every few years someone comes along with big plans to get rich off flying saucers. They usually have a lot of money behind them and often have a few questionable friends. And every few years those people quite unequivocally lose large amounts of money on flying saucers.

Class is Now in Session

Whole lot of shaking going on behind the scenes here at Secret Sun Central. The first order of business is The Secret Sun Institute of Advanced Synchromysticism, which has opened its digital doors for students of the strange.

You Left a Hole in the Back of My Head

 

When looking at the darkness that crept into Rock culture in the 70s and 80s, it's important to remember the darkness in the culture that was driving it. 

And it didn't get much darker than Jimmy Savile and the Moors Murders, which couldn't help but have an affect on the collective consciousness at large.

Oh Mother Mercury, Look What They've Done To Me

 It's Mercury Retrograde, so I'm trying to be wise and working on getting my archives in order and things of that nature. It's a huge and daunting task since I have thousands of posts on this platform alone.

But I'm also taking advantage of the retrograde to go retro. I'm cleaning up and reformatting a lot of old posts and getting them back up. Might as well take advantage of Blogger while I still can. After all, I gotta clean up and reformat everything anyway right?

Pseudo-Science Friday: Some Say in Ice

Bundle up, folks in the lower 48: looks like Old Man Winter is a climate denier and is sending a massive blast of arctic air our way. Probably a conspiracy to make our new climate czar look stupid. Well, more stupid.

Hey Big Tech: deplatform Mr. Icicle already! He's too much!

And How Was Your Imbolc?

 

Purification by fire has always been an important part of Imbolc festivities, particularly in the form of fireworks. Who knows, maybe it still is.

Sophie Falls from the Fullness (UPDATED)

Statue of Icarus one block from where Sophie died (h/t Brandon)

Note: This is crossposted from the Sibyl research group. A lot of people have been asking me about what seems to be a surprisingly big story, so I am providing this both as a public service and to put a marker down in case this all wells up again in some way in days to come. 

I have a feeling this is all a prelude for something bigger. 

 

Gamestopped, or Brave Sir Robinhood Ran Away

Once in a great while a big story comes along in which the symbolism is so obvious and self-explanatory that even the most oblivious normies can grasp it.

Since the early 1980s Wall Street and its satellites have been playing a game called "Loot and Pillage." You play by rigging the system, destroying lives and livelihoods and wiping entire industries off the map for a few quick bucks and a few cheap laughs. It's been unimaginably successful, only now the tables have been turned. The uprising will inevitably get quashed, but the confidence trick the finance racket has been playing all these years has been brought out into the open. 

And that's what will cause the truly lasting damage.

The Secret Sun Sells Out!

 

HEADS UP: I am very, very sorry but I am now out of stock on The Endless American Midnight and He Will Live Up in the Sky paperbacks. If you haven't gotten a notification about your shipment yet, please let me know!

If you ordered an ePub and didn't receive it, check your spam folder. If it's not there, please let me know!

A Nation Past the Point of No Return

How did America fall into a complete state of authoritarian psychosis? Slowly at first, then all at once.

It's all happening so quickly, and I really don't know how much longer I'll be able to blog anywhere at all. So why don't we sift through the rubble of a nation's sanity and see what we can learn while we still can. We've got a lot to go over this coming week, so check back frequently. We'll start with that absolute shrieking madness...

Welcome Back, My Friends, To the Show That Never Ends, We're So Glad You Could Attend, Come Inside, Come Inside

Well, well, well. Interesting to see the series finale of The Apprentice: White House end on a cliffhanger like this. It's a good thing we can't go anywhere because I have a feeling we are in for a rollicking round of ruddy ritualism in the days ahead. 

I just miss the days when reality TV was unscripted.

If the Thunder Don't Get You, Then the Lightning Will

 

 A few years back I started incoherently ranting on about some insane notion I had that an obscure dream pop diva was in fact the Sibyl -- or the Oracle of the Apocalypse -- of this age.

That Ol' Time Ritual Religion

Left: January 6 1/6 in American notation Right: June 1, 2016 1/6/16 in European notation

Everyone enjoying their traditional Saturnalia pageant? It's been a lot of fun watching Jupiter Dolichenus AKA Ba'al Hadad return to his temple on Capitoline Hill, don't you think? 

Well, fun for everyone except the woman who was chosen for the traditional Saturnian blood sacrifice. But you know what they all say: there can be no true religion without sacrifice.

Meet Your New Gods, Same as the Old Gods

 

Take a good look at the future, my friends. Pretty much everything I've been ranting about to anyone who will listen these past fourteen years is encapsulated into eight short minutes of canned video of a fake performance in front of a fake crowd gathered in a fake Times Square.