Well, quite a 36 hours we've experienced, ay? Where do you even start? Well, the obvious place is this ominous portent in the Heavens, one that proved that red moons don't make Red Waves.
The way things are going though, Republicans might start thinking they dodged a bullet. Anyone who can see what's heading down the pike will probably agree. I certainly wouldn't want to get stuck holding the bag once the proverbial locusts start bursting from the pit.
It reminds me of that story from The Twelve Caesars: it goes that some Caesar or other pardoned a hapless assassin who made an attempt on his life in hopes of usurping the throne. Caesar reportedly quipped that anyone who wanted his job was clearly insane.
Apparently the lunar lightshow yesterday morning was preceded by some dazzling doings from old Sol, including a coronal mass injection that happily seems to have missed us. Though the aurorae have apparently been rather spectacular.
Still, with me being the real-life Nic Cage of Knowing and all, I'm not ashamed to admit that all this is just a bit unsettling.
Especially with the whole, y'know, Sun's Signature bit.
Speaking of which, this week marks the fifteenth anniversary of The Secret Sun, as well as the fifteenth anniversary of Our Gods Wear Spandex. There'll be some surprises to mark the occasion through the month, especially once I finish with...
... the upcoming Donnie Dark Deep Dive on Saturday night. This one is going to be the biggest and craziest livestream yet, which is saying a lot. Secret Sun Institute livestreams are not only great fonts of wisdom they're also great hangouts, running from three to four hours on average.
Come and break virtual bread with fellow mystics and recharge your spiritual batteries. Believe me, we're all going to need that in the coming days.
click on the Moon for details
SPEAKING OF CAESAR
Donny T made the midterms the showcase for his electoral clout, which didn't pan out to be much. Granted, there's the usual ballot shenanigans and tomfoolery afoot, but if you can't wargame for that you don't really have any business in the Oval Orifice. But it got me back on my hobbyhorse about Trump being Sulla rather than Caesar, which his enemies and supporters alike tagged him as.
Of course, the T-Man once styled himself after Cincinnatus, but we won't get into that.
But let's get a bit of background first:
Oswald Arnold Gottfried Spengler (29 May 1880 – 8 May 1936) was a German historian and philosopher of history whose interests included mathematics, science, and art, as well as their relation to his organic theory of history.
Wow, May 29th? Nothing apocalyptic about that date, am I right? Continuing:
He is best known for his two-volume work, The Decline of the West, published in 1918 and 1922, covering world history. Spengler's model of history postulates that human cultures and civilizations are akin to biological entities, each with a limited, predictable, and deterministic lifespan.
Makes perfect sense to me. But what does any of this have to do with today?
Spengler predicted that about the year 2000, Western civilization would enter the period of pre‑death emergency whose countering would lead to 200 years of Caesarism (extra-constitutional omnipotence of the executive branch of government) before Western civilization's final collapse.
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle: a pre-death emergency around the year 2000? Whatever do you reckon could that have been, I ask you.
Well, either way Trump and his legions choked where it counted, setting the stage for one who seems to be angling for the laurel crown...
... namely Ronald DeSantis ("the Sainted Ruler").
Sure, it's been a gas watching the Governor wack the shit of the woke capital parasites but there's something very hard and cold working behind those eyes. Then again, you have weigh the cost-benefit analysis of a potential authoritarian bonecracker to the alternatives...
... namely this triumvirate of demonically-possessed soulless vessels. We've fallen far in this country on so many fronts but for these glaringly-obvious sociopaths to control such major states - or principalities, if you prefer - with the full blessing of allegedly-sentient voters really takes the biscuit.
Fuck party or any of that foolishness, if you don't see hellish evil in those eyes you're probably cut from the same cloth.
And at the other end of the spectrum this is just sad. Also, pathetic. Also, depressing.
John Fetterman isn't just a presumed Senator-elect, he is the full and total embodiment - the avatar incarnate - of this failing, flailing nation, circa 2022. And a searing indictment of the utter uselessness of the GOP for not running away with this thing.
Yeah, yeah, drop boxes, mules, we get it. But this one shouldn't have even been close.
MEANWHILE, IN WATCHER ADORATION NEWS
I've given up on trying to parse this nonsense out. Are they in space, are they not? I don't know and I don't care. Because this little charade falls right into our little love shack here...
... you know, the Freemies and their whole return the Watchers to Heaven obsession. If you don't know what the hell I'm going on about, check out this most recent appearance on Tin Foil Hat.
Speaking of portents, here's as portentous as it gets: Lord Rothschild himself storming Heaven's Gates the same day as the eclipse and the election.
Despite what you might read on some 90s-type conspiracy sites (exclusively, at that) the Rothschilds are nowhere near the dominant power they once were, something old Evvie lamented himself over the years. They still have plenty of clout, mind you (they and their BFFs the Rockies put the Clinton Crime Syndicate in power) but they're just one player among many these days.
And here's this old meme again, only because it still cracks me up.
Things are going pretty much the same on the Sceptered Isle as they are everywhere else. I'd remind disappointed Red Wave enthusiasts that Bojo the Clown managed a near-sweep just a couple years back and it all sputtered out as shabbily as every previous Red Wave in my memory has.
I realize it's fun to gloat the next day on Twitter but that sugar high never lasts and the crash is a motherfucker..
The UK's military seems to be as hapless as everyone else's these days, including our own. It's why I fear we may see a real Caesar - whether DeSantis or someone else - come into power and start cracking skulls. GenZ are mostly not very good soldier material and with China sharpening its knives for Taiwan, and Ukraine still a total shit show, that simply cannot be allowed to stand.
So enjoy this hilarious meme from your pals here at The Secret Sun.
SPEAKING OF GEN Z
Some Dem flacks on Twitter are bragging about Gen Z riding into break the Red Wave and save the day for the Blue Team. Gen Z represents a shining hope for the future, even though they vote Blue about the same rate as Millennials did at that age, and just a little higher than GenX did.
SPEAKING OF GEN Z
Some Dem flacks on Twitter are bragging about Gen Z riding into break the Red Wave and save the day for the Blue Team. Gen Z represents a shining hope for the future, even though they vote Blue about the same rate as Millennials did at that age, and just a little higher than GenX did.
Even so, it seems all well and good, except one major problem...
...Gen Z is very, very sick and getting quite a lot sicker every day.
This represents a major crisis looming in our future, and not all that far off, either. Even the Zs who aren't full-on mentally ill are quite often extremely labile and not particularly skillful at handing even the mildest of criticism. If you doubt that, you have zero experience with any Zoomers.
Gen Z women were apparently highly motivated by the Roe v Wade thing, which certainly hobbled the GOP yesterday. But there may be a method to their apparent electoral madness.
In the short run, strict abortion laws help keep troublesome Zoomer Dems away from their states. In the long run, they may be playing the long game, remembering that Christianity won the war of the cradle back in the old days. The faith didn't necessarily succeed due to the power of its arguments, it did so because a critical mass of pagans essentially aborted themselves out of history.
Sounds a bit too brainy for your average Republican pol, but who the hell knows what's going on out there anymore?
ULTRATERRESTIALS! GET YER ULTRATERRESTRIALS HERE!
Our Archons have just the fix for Zoomer melancholy, however. It comes in the form of psilocybin and Ketamine therapy, which I've given the cute little nickname, MKULTRA v3.0.
And I do so hope you'll forgive me if I suspect that the real agenda has nothing to do with mental health but with - wait for it - entity possession.
Which is doubly strange, given the stories I've read in the past about negative entity encounters during DMT trips seem to be vanishing from Google Search, in favor of feel-good stories about getting down with Hobbits, elves, pixies, sylphs, angels, fairy folk, you name it.
I know a few people who've done DMT and not a single one has said it was like a live-action Ferngully. But I guess that kind of contrarian information is bad for business.
So I should reiterate that Facebook seems to think I'm a total psychonaut, given the ads they bombard me with for various MKULTRA v3.0 offerings every time I check my newsfeed. I freely confess I'm no stranger to various and sundry psychoactive compounds, but my philosophy with any of those is invariably "less is more."
Anyone out there with me?
WINTER IS COMING ALRIGHT
I've advised my Twitter followers to let the formerly-known-as-Bluecheck crowd enjoy their little holiday today because things are going to be getting extremely brutal in the tech and media spheres most of them work for.
The free money train that Hollywood and the mainstream media have been on for the past dozen or so years has made its final stop and a shockingly-large number of them are getting pushed off into the cold, dark night of their soulless lives.
Meta - exactly as I predicted from the jump - is bleeding out at the moment, having shed over 70% of its market cap, which I believe is the biggest financial suicide in world history. They finally got their stock price a pinch over $100 today, but only at the expense of an eye-watering ELEVEN THOUSAND layoffs. That's kind of like cutting off your limbs so you can eat.
There's no doubt that Meta- like all of these bloated tech firms - has one devil of a lot of fat to cut from their rosters, but that's absolutely insane. And you can bet this will have a brutal knock-on effect for the Khmer Woke, who benefitted mightily from Silicon Valley spending sprees.
AMNESTY INTER- NOT - IONAL
I have a sickening feeling in the pit of my belly that 2023 could be the Year of the Suddenlies. I hope to Heaven not, but I think some people in the Covidianity camp suspect as much as well, which is why you're hearing all this amnesty talk. No one's much in the mood for it, so this may be another heavy cross for the Twitterati to bear.
In the meantime, there's always the wordspell "conspiracy theory" to conjure up at will, and with the Red Wave sputtering out, the Covidianists might get a temporary bit of breathing room. But it could soon come to a thudding halt if like I said, 2023 becomes the Year of the Suddenlies.
In the meantime, sample some of this memetic sigil craft, fresh out of the ovens of the Secret Sun Kitchen.
And last but most certainly not least, be of good cheer, my friends. All of this too shall pass.
The arc of Apocalypse bends slowly but inexorably toward the downfall of Babel and all those who dwell there. Nature reclaims, Nature renews, and Nature is sovereign over all of the unclean spirits and ultraterrestial interlopers who roam our psychic landscapes.
Which, at the end of the day, are the ultimate sources of our troubles.
But trouble is soul food and true happiness never comes without struggle. Why?
I have no idea why. It's just how our spirits are wired. Maybe we just get bored otherwise.
And if things get a bit too grim or heavy, might I suggest you trying following the final directive in that meme? Just give a shot. Just take little baby steps at first until you can dive face-first in the warm and healing glow of her cosmic mother-love.
And take my word for it: it helps quite a bit if you also believe.