I've said it before, I'll say it again: Next time someone mocks you for your interest in Synchromysticism, remind them the machines that control the entire world economy run on codes, symbolic language and pattern recognition.
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.
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.
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.
Of all the essays I've posted in the past 15 years on The Secret Sun, the Lucifer's Technologies series is far and away the one I get the most requests to republish.
The problem is that it was all written during an intense and feverish manic rush, a mad blaze of inspiration, and therefore isn't really the most coherent work I've ever done. I've started and stopped work on expanding it into a larger, more structured text a number of times, but there was always something missing, something I hadn't quite put my finger on.
My family and I were discussing the Mandela Effect at Sunday dinner. My daughter-in-law wasn't familiar with it, so we looked up some ME listicles. I have to confess that I remember the conventional versions of history with most of the popular examples, and a lot seemed kind of stupid to me ("Flinstones" without a T? Really?).
But I do remember KitKat with a hyphen, I do remember "Proctor & Gamble" and I absolutely do remember Ed McMahon doing commercials for Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, not Slappy Dick's Publishing Doohickey or whatever the fuck fake company was embedded into the timeline.
The golden age of superheroes, that began with the first X-Men movie and reached critical mass with Iron Man and The Dark Knight, then peaked with the Infinity War movies, is now winding down and wrapping up. The Zack Snyder movie isn't going to revive the genre, because the genre is exhausted and can't be revived.
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?
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.
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Where have all the people gone?
Wow: nothing says a "new dawn" like a 78 year-old Crypt-Keeper clone presiding over a private wake for the American Imperium, don't you think?
Tired old man, tired old empire, disappointment and cringe so palpable they nearly have physical form. Obama-era divas looking and sounding as stale as Greta Van Fleet. Everyone looking awkward, deflated.
This is a beautiful day. I feel more hopeful than I have in quite some time.
Dancing to the sound of the latest beat
Hordes and hordes of marching feet
Tapping out the rhythm on the barrel of a gun
Living in a world where we won't see the sun
So much for back to normal, eh? No, friends, this is the new normal.
This is a world that by outward appearances is like the world you lived in, say, ten years ago. But it isn't. This is for all intents and purposes a parallel reality we all find ourselves in. You are now an exile from your old world and have to learn to live in this new one.
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.
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.