Mulholland Drive, 911 and... Barbenheimer?

Maybe the simplest description I can offer of Synchromysticism is "the bleed-over of dream logic into consensus reality." The keys to this process are myth, symbol and co-incidence. It's a process that we may well need to help accelerate as the old Reality comes unglued.

I Wanna Take You to Mulholland Drive...

Buckle up, because we're taking a midnight ride to Mulholland Drive. A word to the wise: It's a steep and treacherous ride and your present conception of reality may not return intact.

Are You Ready for THE SPANDEX FILES?

 

Don't worry: that deep rumbling you're hearing isn't Nibiru rushing towards our orbit. It's the sound of the very earth trembling because The Spandex Files is now live! 

You May Say I'm a Memer, But I'm Not the Only One

Things are cranking up to white-hot intensity here at Secret Sun Central - and particularly at the SSI - so steel yourselves for an assortment of past, present and future assaults on causality. 

The Recent and Unacceptable Order of Syncmysticry

Or just click on Uncle Carl 

Wish Me a Happy Anniversary! No, not that kind of anniversary - it's the thirtieth anniversary of my initiation as a Scentless Apprentice into the Recent and Unacceptable Order of Syncmysticry!

Read all about it here.

Thirty (or 40) Years of Synchromystic Addiction

This may be just another Tuesday to the rest of the world, but it's a very special Tuesday for me: it marks the 30th anniversary of my self-initiation as a full-bore Synchromystic, even if the term hadn't even been invented yet.

SecretSun Rerun: The Way We All Became the Freemie Bunch

It's been a long week - I could use a larf. So could you, I bet. And what's funnier than Freemish obsessive-compulsive ritual symbolism in the absolute dumbest places to insert it?

That's right - nothing.

Secret Sun DogDay Rerun: History's Latchkey Kids, Remixed

Ah, Generation X. The forgotten and discarded cohort that everyone loves to simultaneously imitate and ignore. The first online generation, and the last generation to contribute anything of value to the culture. 

Those people.

Secret Sun DogDay Rerun: Templars in Dinsleyland

With Disneycorp - and indeed, ALL of the major pop-culture pimps and panderers - currently in serious danger of falling forever to the inevitable wages of weaponized Woke, I thought it might be fun to look at how the Knights Templar -- the founding fathers of modern banking, remember -- figure into the birth of mass entertainment.

No, that's not a typo.

SecretSun DogDay Rerun: The Siren, World War 3... and King of the Hill?

 

September is going to be a month to remember in Secret Sun City, including on the Mothership here. 

In the meantime (meaning "pre-Labor Day meantime"), please dive into this very timely DogDay Rerun leading up to the sixtieth anniversary of the Novum Aevum Sibyllinum.

SecretSun DogDay ReRun: 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. 

Angels of the Abyss, Part 2: The Transhuman Delusion

It's weird: when the whole Titan thing went down in June I just thought, "Ho hum, a bunch of rich daredevils finally run out of luck." Then James Cameron had to insert himself into the story, and all of a sudden the pieces started falling into place.

Angels of the Abyss, Part One

Hey, are you feeling confused and bewildered by the incessantly insane incompetence and ceaselessly-suicidal stupidity of our so-called called "elites?" 

Barbie, Barbelo, Babalon and the Bomb

 

The problem with doing this kind of work is that you eventually start to see everything as a ritual, and most probably a satanic sex-magick ritual. That's not your imagination though. You're just seeing the world for the way it really is.

Secret Sun Dog-Day Rerun: "I See What They Do in Secret"

 

With the ongoing collapse of social media, some see a return to a decentralized Internet. Or maybe just hope for one. 

Once in a Blue Meme

 

TRUTH.

Yes, it's the second meme post this week. Why? Well, because I'm grinding away on something special...

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Memes

You can't unsee it. Sorry Disclosure buffs. Just trying to save you some heartache.

Sinead O'Connor Swims to the Siren

Well, it’s that time, yet again: time to eulogize another GenX icon. In this case, the extremely-troubled late 80s/early 90s alt.rock It Girl, Sinead O’Connor. 

Damn - how many is this now? I've lost count. 

The Anunnaki, Titanic's Twin and the Never-Ending nEYEn11 Revelation

 

What if I told you that the reported implosion of the Titan submersible was just a single chapter in a much larger story? 

The Titanic/nEYEn11 Ultra-Ritual

 

The sinking of the Titanic and nEYEn11 happened 89 years apart, but increasingly seem to be just different chapters in the same book. 

Dismember the Titan: The Other Side

 

I mentioned in the previous post how I had appeared on The Other Side of Midnight to talk about the symbolism surrounding the Titan implosion, but had only gotten through about half the material I had prepared for it.

Dismember the Titan

I hadn't given much thought in particular to the Titan disaster until my old pal Richard Hoagland asked me to come on The Other Side of Midnight after a long absence. I'm glad he did, since it all fell together pretty quickly once I looked into it. 

True Detective, Taxi Driver and the Signals from Space

The exact airdate has yet to be announced but the fourth season of True Detective is coming this year, with Jodie Foster in the lead role as, um, Liz Danvers.

Oh, yeah. You know where this is headed. You knew before you even clicked that link.

Meme of Consciousness

Looks like the Regime has had enough of Elon Musk and his romantic notions about "free speech." It was only a matter of time.

Surveying the Controlled Demolition of Civilization with Gordon White

I wanted to talk about Archonology with my man Gordo, but current events intruded on our discussion. Little did we realize how much worse it would get...

Apocalypse Know

I spent the better part of the last week in the bucolic climes of Wheaton, Illinois for the AstroGnosis2 conference. I updated the assemble seekers on the current hypostasis of our archons, being the seeming invasion and colonization of our world by what scholars from Keel to Raschke have called "ultraterrestrials," and what the ancients called "demons of the air."

The Horrible Truth(s) About Superheroes!

My boy Marc Clair asked me on to give him the horrible truth about superheroes, their ongoing march to oblivion and the collapsed comic book industry. And believe me, I took full advantage to give him and you the inside scoop. 

Pleased to Meme You

Got a heapin' helpin' of fresh memery goodness for you to enjoy, but first this very important message...

Secret Sun Video Mystery Hour: Seeing the Unseen

 

This is an excerpt from a three-hour+ hootenanny (followed by an off-the-record afterparty) with my old pal Mike Clelland. 

Entering the Kubrickon

Here's the second half of my talk with Jasun Horsley on his new book, The Kubrickon: The Cult of Kubrick, Attention Capture, and the Inception of AI.

Orange You Glad I'm Posting Memes Today?

It's funny: I'm older than dirt and I never remember hearing about wildfires in Quebec. Certainly none that blanket the entire Northeast in orange smoke. But you know - the Apocalypse.

Resisting the Reset (and the Zombie Apocalypse)

My brother-from-another-mother Freeman and I joined forces for a new look at the Hypostasis of the Reset and the very, very real zombie apocalypse unfolding all across this once-great land, all in the context of the fractal prophecies of St. Philip of Dick.

Kylie Minogue Obeys Knowles' First Law

A Scarlet Woman sitting beside many... um, junked muscle cars? I don't know and I don't much care. You see, I have some Knowles' Law to dispense.

Power to the Steeple, Right On.

From Genesis to Revelation. On Earth as it is in the Heavens. As Above, So Below. 

The Sirens Have Sung. Now It's Time to Believe.

Today marks the 26th anniversary of Jeff Buckley's final swim to the Siren. Make this the day that you start to believe. Better to be safe than sorry.

The Merry, Merry Month of Meme

 

As the world grows darker, colder and more lawless every minute of every day, all you can do is laugh at the fools ushering in a new Dark Archonic Age.

So click that continue link and let's laugh the Apocalypse away.

 

Philip K Dick and the Collapse of Consensus Reality

This is an excerpt from a recent Secret Sun Institute livestream on the late, great Philip K Dick and the ongoing collapse and reordering of the reality we once knew. In other words, the so-called delusions of a long-dead science fiction author have turned out to be prophecies.

Long Live the Meme

 

I owe you all an apology. I was going to post a followup on the Corona--tion but I couldn't quite muster the masochistic self-loathing necessary to subject myself to such a grim and soul-destroying spectacle. 

AstroGnosis > Stella Sapiente > Starry Wisdom

Come join us for a deep dive into the Waters above the Firmament. We're going hunting for Archons, wherever they may roam. 

Are You Ready to Meet (and Defeat) the Archons?

 

I'll be giving a presentation called "DMT Tricksters and the Ultraterrestrial Archons." You do not want to miss it.

Information on tickets and lodging here.

Charles the Third, King of the Druids, Lord Protector of the Baphomet

The Queen died so long ago I actually had to look up the exact date. And now here we are, the week of Beltane (or more accurately, Beltanes - there are actually several) and King Charles is finally being corona-nated. 

So, why the wait?

Don't Look Now, but the Mermaids are Back.

 

The more you do this kind of work, the more you realize that dissociating and depersonalizing the psyches of young people has been a top cryptocratic priority for at least the last decade or so. 

The Meme Meme Grass of Home

 

And so it is that the velvet glove of Liberty is slipping, finger-by-finger, from the iron fist of Empire. And you know what that means, friends? It means it's time to check in with the prophets and soothsayers of this Age of Absurdity, the meme-makers. 

RPG-ULTRA: Hey Kids, Wanna Get Possessed by Nephilim?

So I've been fixating on two disparate yet convergent streams of thought these days. The first you're familiar with, that being that the ultimate purpose of MKULTRA et al was to prepare vessels for entity possession. 

Beyond Ultraworld: Festival Entrainment

Some interesting guests were invited to this year's Coachella Festival: three giant statues called "The Messengers" stood at the gates and greeted celebrants as part of an "art installation." Which as you all know is simply a codeword for "active entrainment."

X Type Thing: Synchronicity or Precognition?

I remember once talking about Synchronicity with Dr. David Hufford, who had asked me for examples of it. After giving him a few, the good doctor replied, "That sounds more like precognition to me."

Do You Meme in Colour?

 

I have no idea what this means but it cracked me up. My brains work wrong, OK? Sue me.

RPG-ULTRA: Reopening the GATE

There's a new Dungeons and Dragons movie out. Have you heard about it? Probably not. 

Agenda Beer, or Knowles' First Law Confirmed, Part 29,821

 

Kid Rock, looking a little more than two sheets to the wind, took aim a few cases of Bud Light to show his unhappiness with Budweiser's new spokesmodel. It all comes off as simultaneously ridiculous and malevolent, which ironically is how Budweiser's new spokesmodel comes off as well.

If You Believe They Put a Man on the Meme

My recent post on 2001: A Space Odyssey got me back riding one of my OCD hobbyhorses. And that's the persistent claims that Stanley Kubrick filmed and photographed the Apollo missions. I think that's a slander against a great artist's memory.

The Siren: Madonna and the Drowning World

Seeing as she has been a primary vector and conduit for a never-ending torrent of evil and degeneracy fed into mainstream culture for the past forty years, it's no surprise that Madonna would play a walk-on role in our ever-evolving mythopoetic Magical Mystery Play. And what a role it is.

Stanley and the Sibyl: A Space Odyssey of Sync

Philip K Dick once said that Reality is that which doesn't go away when you stop believing in it. I can't say for sure, but my guess is that ol' Phil was probably referring to the one whose then-imminent coming he had so often been compelled to prophesy.

RPGs: How the Techniques of Psychological Warfare Went Mainstream

 

As with the West Memphis Three and the Satanic Panic, everything you've been told by the corporate media about the "Dungeons and Dragons Panic" is a malicious mixture of half-truth, shameless distortion and flat-out lies. 

Meme Work Makes the Dream Work.

It's that time again: let's see what's shaking with the true philosophers and prophets of our times - the meme-makers. 

The Truth About West Memphis is Hiding in Plain Rite

 

We're coming up on the thirtieth anniversary of the West Memphis child murders, so brace yourself for a full-court press campaign by Damien Echols (real name: "Michael Wayne Hutchison") and his co-religionists and co-fetishists in the media.

The Meme Always Rises to the Top

Things have been too dark and weird and unsettling in this world of ours lately. Let's just have some larfs and boffo yuks at some fresh, random memery. A palette-cleanser, as it were. 

Roll that beautiful meme footage...

Vril, the Knights Templar and Hollywood Magick. Yes, This is Happening.

  

Another epic excerpt from another epic live stream, itself part of an epic series of epic presentations on Vril: The Coming Race, the Hollow Earth, the Space Brothers, Hollywood, the Watchers and the Knights Templar. What more could you possibly ask for? 

Why, nothing, old chum. Nothing at all. The Secret Sun has you covered.

So, that Time When Jaws Dropped and Faces Melted.

 

A look at the strange goings-on following the Super Bowl 49 Half Time Show, courtesy of your friends at The Secret Sun Institute for Advanced Synchromysticism.

Life Ain't All Peaches and Meme

It's that time again for a piping hot selection of fresh memes to help us cope with the inverted madhouse we're all trapped in. Strap yourself down and gird your loins for some pixelated truth bombs.

On a Clair Day You Can Watch Forever

So anyway, my boy Marc had me on his new show to talk the Super Ba'al and all of the other mass rituals of our time. The man is a very attentive and engaging interviewer and the secret spice did flow...

Forty Years in the Wilderness of the Unreal

They say History repeats, first as tragedy and then as farce. But how exactly does that work when Reality itself is irreparably broken?

I Didn't Meme to Turn You On

The malevolent distractions fun never ends in our collapsing empire! The latest and the hatest? Patently-contrived yet stultifyingly-tedious UFO nonsense trying and failing to distract a sleepwalking public from our gerontocracy's gargantuan incompetence. 

It was all so boring and absurd only a UFOlogist could stand the existential ennui of it all!

Smells Like Meme Spirit

Kind of like The Portrait of Dorian Grey.

Only more gruesome.

The Watchers Take Manhattan. Also, the Grammys.

My old pal Derek Gilbert had me back on The View from the Bunker to talk about the wave of Watcher worship and demonic idolatry currently sweeping across the planet. I always enjoy Derek's company and we tackle the same problems from divergent yet not-wholly-incompatible points of view.

Things Aren't Always What They Meme

Before we get started with the memery, you need to know what's going on this weekend. Namely, a Saturday night livestream on Lucifer's Technologies and where we are at circa 2023.

Demonic Idolatry for Fun and Prophet!

 

Modern public art and architecture is deliberate and malicious psychological warfare, created and bankrolled by power-mad, hate-filled weirdos in order to depress, degrade and demoralize the public. Everyone with more than two braincells to rub together knows that.

Watcher Worship Watch: She-Demons Take Manhattan

Why is there a hideous, chimeric, golden she-demon lurking atop the Appellate Court in Manhattan?

Because there's no better place than a temple of law to prove Knowles' Second and Third Laws.

Flush the Fashion: Madonna and the Slow Death of Transgression

Yuck. Just yuck.

NorMaDonna Desmond has long since become the Queen of Cringe. Worse, she seems lost in a temporal bubble in which she's still young, hot and relevant, and desecrating religious iconography is still edgy.