Secret Sun Video Mystery Hour: Transhuman Technocracy

Sci-Fi blogger Wayne Mathias returns to the Secret Sun Video Mystery Hour for a deep dive into Transhumanism, Technocracy and Hollywood predictive programming, among others.

Taking One for the Meme

And "Juss" like that, Little Jussie T outlives his usefulness by giving the whole game away. Or by saying the quiet part out loud, as it were.

This is why you don't hire flighty cosplay dorks to run your Five Eyes outpost.

Mulholland Drive, nEYEn11 and Hollywood's Dying Days

SSI members just got a double-barrel blast of synchro-sanity on David Lynch's masterpiece, Mulholland Drive. It was a nearly three-hour presentation, and yet I'm still champing at the bit for a second round. 

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.