The Secret Sun: Lucifer Risen, Celestia Fallen: Anne Heche Sheds This Mortal Coil

Like most of you, the Anne Celeste Heche drama threw me for a loop. Having read her book, I knew all about her mental health and substance abuse issues, so the basic facts of the initial incident didn't shock me overmuch. It's when you start getting into the weeds that it all gets a bit disturbing.

If you're unfamiliar with this madness, please watch the videos here so I don't need to go over the basics of the case. And after you do so, start here:

The ongoing investigation around Anne Heche's car crash has come to an end, according to the Los Angeles Police Department.

On Friday, the same day that PEOPLE confirmed the 53-year-old actress died from injuries sustained in the crash, the LAPD confirmed that authorities would no longer be pursuing an investigation related to the fiery crash.

"As of today, there will be no further investigative efforts made in this case," the LAPD said in a statement to PEOPLE. "Any information or records that have been requested prior to this turn of events will still be collected as they arrive as a matter of formalities and included in the overall case. When a person suspected of a crime expires, we do not present for filing consideration."

Wow.

This seems unusually callous and negligent, until you consider the fact that Los Angeles and Hollywood have objectively and provably become the dominion of devils, and that California is ruled with an iron fist by a small, interlocking and/or intermarried cabal of sociopathic oligarchs. And aside from the disturbing ambulance footage, there's also witness testimony to take into account:

“Anne Heche’s wrecked mini towed away from Walgrove Avenue in Mar Vista, Los Angeles. Home security footage obtained by a local CBS station showed a blue car recklessly speeding through a suburban-style community before the crash.

The nightmarish incident began unfolding a few minutes earlier, as Heche drove through a Mar Vista apartment complex and slammed into a garage door. Bystanders tried to get the “Donnie Brasco” actress out of the vehicle, but she backed up, drove off and went careening down Preston Way where she then veered into a small home, authorities said.

“My first thought was that it was a car malfunction or that there was some sort of medical issue,” (David) Manpearl said of the speeding car. “The car was going three times faster than it should have been. She blew through three intersections. There was no turning or swerving or braking or skid marks.”

Mind you, I have no reason to believe that there may have been tampering involved - or at least no evidence of it - but we do have precedent for such. We know all too well who Michael Hastings pissed off (isn't it hard now to remember a time when Rolling Stone did anything but tongue-bang the power structure?) but I can't imagine who Anne Heche may have, aside from one evil bitch we'll get to shortly.

Some have pointed out an upcoming TV movie on sex trafficking (widely misreported as a documentary) but it's not really Heche's project. And she does have a history.

Then again, we all saw the Epstein machine make a yuge comeback this past week and it's not totally out of the realm of possibility that they or some other sicko cultists (which are thicker than flies on shit in Los Angeles) chose Heche for some weird burnt offering. Nothing is ever off the table these days.

Especially when that aforementioned article ends with this benediction:

The actress — who was intubated with serious burns in a nearby hospital — was expected to “pull through,” her ex-boyfriend, Thomas Jane, said in a statement.

Which is exactly why a lot of people - including me and you and you over there - were a bit shocked when her prognosis took such a dire turn and the hospital were preparing her for organ harvesting when she was still alive. This was a surreal and barbaric spectacle, even in the repugnant context of demon-drenched Los Angeles circa 2022.

LES TWINS CELESTIAL

There's also the fact that the unfortunate woman who owns the house Heche crashed into looks like her sister, if not her twin. She's a bit older, bustier and a wee bit more shopworn, but the resemblance is kind of freaky. And even more so when you take into account Heche's first role...

Now, you may have gleaned now and then that I have a bit of a fixation on manic pixies with both prodigious talents and sexual trauma in their jackets. Especially when their breakthrough role was playing twins.

Even more so given the Siren undertones of her televisual debut at the tender age of 18.

Gosh, who else might fit all those descriptors. It's on the tip of my tongue.

Despite her rise being derailed by a certain liaison with a certain now-disgraced chat show host with similarly unfortunate friends in her past, Heche actually did pretty well for herself. It helps she was a great actress and chose interesting roles, like David Mamet's scathing fuck-you to the Clinton White House, which featured another Frasenator, who was all of 15 years old at the time.

Speaking of scathing, Heche found herself on the receiving end of some scathe when jilted lover Lindsay Buckingham penned "Come" (off the underrated Say You Will album) in her honor. Anyone familiar with the mighty Mac knows all too well that Bucky doesn't take romantic rejection all that well.

Heche got a less-scathing kiss-off from jilted lover Steve Martin (she clearly had a thing for older dudes) in the similarly underrated Bowfinger, a movie I'd take over The Jerk any day of the week. Note Hathor Graham in the Inanna Heche role.

And then there's the relationship that made Heche a household word. I'm using this pic because it includes peak-pretty GilledAlien Anderson and a peak-pixie Inanna Heche on account of I hated Ellen even when she was still America's sweetheart. And no, to any clueless Woke suckbags out there, it's not because she's gay. It's because my sociopath-dar started pinging as soon as I paid attention.

And lo and behold, I was right and her sycophants all learned the hard way that they were wrong.

By 1997, Heche — who had just turned 28 years old — was poised to become Tinseltown’s next leading lady, having inked deals to star in a rom-com opposite Harrison Ford and appear in a highly anticipated Gus Van Sant remake of “Psycho.”

But in August of that year, the starlet went public with the much older — 11 years her senior — and much more famous DeGeneres, who had publicly come out on the cover of Time magazine just four months earlier.

The couple cozied up for the cameras at the premiere of Heche’s disaster flick “Volcano” and their groundbreaking same-sex romance exploded into the public eye.

“It changed my life forever,” Heche admitted to Page Six in 2020. “The stigma attached to that relationship was so bad … I didn’t do a studio picture for 10 years. I was fired from a $10 million picture deal.”

The Emmy winner and Tony nominee further hit out at DeGeneres in a 2021 podcast interview, describing her ex-girlfriend as a money-hungry “bitch” who may have sabotaged her career in the wake of their split.

“I broke up with her because her goal was to have a lot of money. Mine was to find love, and hers was, ‘I want $60 billion,’ ” Heche said. “Good, good luck; our forks are never going to meet.”

My feeling is that as a young and upcoming actress in the Age of Weinstein Unbound, Heche realized that she was shark-chum if she couldn't put up some kind of barrier between herself and the roving sex-pests in Hollywood corner offices. This would be all the more pressing given her history of being sexually abused.

Even so, it all went badly and our Celestia went a little sideways...

Following her separation from DeGeneres in August 2000, Heche drove from Los Angeles to Cantua Creek in a Toyota SUV. She was wearing only a bra and shorts at the time, parked the car, and walked 1+1⁄2 miles (2.4 km), before reaching a ranch house. The homeowner, Araceli Campiz, who had seen Heche in a movie, recognized her and let her in.

After drinking a significant amount of water, Heche "took off her Nikes and said she needed to take a shower." Campiz assumed that Heche was not under the influence of alcohol or drugs, but Heche later revealed that she had taken ecstasy. After taking a shower, Heche entered the living room, asked for a pair of slippers, and suggested that they should watch a movie.

After half an hour, Campiz contacted the Fresno County sheriff's department. Heche later told the deputies that she was "God, and was going to take everyone back to heaven in a spaceship." She was then taken by ambulance to Fresno's University Medical Center and admitted to the psychiatric unit, but was released within a few hours.

Like a lot of women in her shoes, Heche's victimization started at home. Some people - and by people, I mean "clueless idiots" - doubted her accounts of abuse at the hands of her father, but this woman's entire life seems filled with all the hallmarks of lingering childhood trauma:

Heche stated she was "insane" for the first 31 years of her life, and that this was triggered by being sexually abused by her father during her infancy and childhood. In a series of nationally televised interviews with Barbara Walters, Matt Lauer, and Larry King to promote Call Me Crazy in 2001, Heche stated that she created a fantasy world called the "Fourth Dimension" to make herself feel safe, and had an alter ego who was the daughter of God and half-sister of Jesus Christ named "Celestia", who had contacts with extraterrestrial life forms.

On March 3, 1983, when Heche was 13, her 45-year-old father died of HIV/AIDS, which she believed was contracted from a homosexual partner:

"He was in complete denial until the day he died. We know he got it from his gay relationships. Absolutely. I don't think it was just one. He was a very promiscuous man, and we knew his lifestyle then", Heche said on Larry King Live. Heche said that he repeatedly raped her from the time she was an infant until she was 12, giving her genital herpes.

There were these questions, which would have been definitively answered with a five-second Internet search. Meaning that sex-pests may have preferences, but that's like someone having a preference for steak but will settle for lobster:

When asked "But why would a gay man rape a girl?" in a 2001 interview with The Advocate, Heche replied "I don't think he was just a gay man. I think he was sexually deviant. My belief was that my father was gay and he had to cover that up. I think he was sexually abusive. The more he couldn't be who he was, the more that came out of him in [the] ways that it did."

In a 1998 interview, she reflected that her father being closeted ultimately "destroyed his happiness and our family. But it did teach me to tell the truth. Nothing else is worth anything."

Then this:

Three months after her father's death, Heche's 18-year-old brother Nathan was killed in a car crash. The official determination was that he fell asleep at the wheel and struck a tree, though Heche claims it was suicide.

In other words, it's probably because the sicko dad started in on the brother as well. Would be my guess.

SPEAKING OF SICKOS

Heche's first starring role was in the 1995 "erotic thriller" Wild Side, co-starring Christopher Walken, Joan Chen and Steven Bauer (a 90s bill if ever I saw one.) Heche plays Twins again (more or less) and Walken is in full Gabriel mode, like he shot the film during lunch breaks on the Prophecy set.

The movie got quashed on account of a steamy sex-scene with a peak-pretty Heche and a peak-pretty Joan Chen, but I seem to recall it wasn't that great a movie to begin with.

But boy oh boy, does it have a fascinating backstory.

The film was co-written and directed by the late Donald Cammell, a portrait-painting prodigy turned filmmaker, best known for co-directing Performance with Nicolas Roeg. But he was also mixed up with some unsavory elements from early on.

Brought up in a bohemian atmosphere, Donald Cammell was raised in an environment he described as "filled with magicians, metaphysicians, spiritualists and demons" including Aleister Crowley.

Yeah, it's like that: cursed from birth. So you shouldn't be surprised that Cammell offed himself after Wild Side got condemned to straight-to-video hell.

After Performance, Cammell fell in with Kenneth Anger, and summarily threw himself into the churning vortex of miserable mojo men call Lucifer Rising, playing Osiris in scenes shot on location in Egypt. The film was made on the Getty Family's dime, along with some extra dosh from the Ford Foundation. Because that's how it is in this world.

I'd say this was a terrible mistake on Cammell's part, but he'd been chased by demons since he dandled on Uncle Aleister's sweaty, swollen lap.

Speaking of which, Cammell gives yet ANOTHER direct link between Crowley and U2, the self-proclaimed Christian band that just happened to break bread with a lot of weirdo occultists. Cammell directed a couple of videos for the douchenozzles from Dublin, including their 1984 breakthrough-adjacent "Pride (in the Name of Love) and "Love is Blindness."

Love is the Law as well, amirite?

As we should all have come to expect by now, "Pride" is filled with doe-eyed (very) young boys, following the band around in a not-creepy-at-all fashion. The video opens with a sepia rainbow, interesting in the contemporary context of "Pride," but in this case I'm think it's more about the pride of Lucifer coming before the fall. Not even a quarter-leap considering who the director was.

And who the lead singer is, now that you mention it.