Algol Maps, or "OK, Now Be Really Evil"

There’s an old saying that millionaires don’t believe in Astrology, but billionaires do. I think that needs to be updated, given how many billionaires are running around out there these days.

Lucifer's Technologies, Revisited: ESTimate of the Situation

I've been sifting through The Secret Sun archives, which is a lot harder than it sounds. There are thousands of posts that got scrambled by Blogger interface changeover, resulting in walls of unbroken text, multiple fonts and text sizes, misaligned images and paragraph breaks, and all other kinds of digital mischief. 

But if you go to the archive listing on the main page you'll see I'm slowly but surely getting a carefully-curated selection of posts back up.

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." 

Surely he must have been prophesying the rise, fall, and remarkable afterlife of one Edward Alexander Crowley, aka Greast Beast 666, aka Creepy Ol' Uncle Aleister. 

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?  

That's right: there is no better way.

Please Sync Responsibly

art by the great Dana Augustine

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.

"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. 

I mean, I sure hope to hell they're bluffing, but that seems like an awfully big bluff.

Rituals Shall Be Habitual

 

America's favorite bath-salts overdose simulation is really ratcheting up the symbolism, same as everything else. That's allegedly supposed to be a phoenix, but it looks more to me like a space demon from some really effed-up 70s Japanese cartoon. And why wouldn't it, at this point in the timeline?

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.

F-F-F-Foolin'

It's that time of year again, time to look at the ancient fertility rites behind April Fool's. The practice seems to have lost a bit of its luster lately, but that could always change. Or rather, will.