Sync or Swym: Contact Negotiations

In this clickbait-driven age, you gotta be wary of these sensational kinds of stories. More often than not, these things end up getting walked back or forgotten.

But we don't care whether there are actual signals beaming here from outer space, do we now? No, we don't. We only care about the syncs.

Sync to the Top: LA Coincidental

Why, hello there. Nice of you to stop by, seeing how quiet things have been 'round these parts over the summer. Can't be helped, I'm afraid. I've had my hands quite full with other matters. But we're all here now and that's what counts, right?

So, pull up a beach chair, pour yourself a nice cold drink and listen up to my latest fusillade of nonsense and humbug.

Stranger Syncs: Set Frasers on Stun

I am ALWAYS talking about Fraser, Samwise.

Thought It Was the End

Listen to "The Symbology of Paper Hearts" on Spreaker.

Why, howdy do? Nice of you to mosey on by. It's been a mite quiet 'round these parts lately on account of real life heavily intruding into my synchromystic perambulations. But that's real life for you, isn't it?

Lucifer's Technology, Revisited. Plus, Recorded.

Well, it's good news-bad news time. 

Bad news is that Richard Hoagland was ill and didn't make it to air for The Other Side of Midnight. The good news is that our pal Kynthea pitch-hit and did a phenomenal job at it. The barn did indeed burn. Quite handily, in fact.

Lucifer's Technologies, Revisited

Hey there, Sunsters. Apologies for the hiatus but my HD was dying and kept freezing up. I'm set up with a new unit and to celebrate I'm welcoming the legendary Richard C. Hoagland back to the air tonight at Midnight EST on The Other Side of Midnight. We've got a lot to cover so it should be a real barnstormer.

The Sync that Keeps Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching. And Synching...

 It nev...never mind.

I'm sure some of you heard about the tragic accident on the historic Danube in Budapest on Wednesday, involving a Viking hotel-boat (which I had no idea even existed) and a tour-boat called The Mermaid. I didn't think much of it until I realized what day we were talking about.

We're talking about Garlands Day. 

Sync or Swym: The Future is Mermale

The Moon and the Melodist

With Obama-era stars like Katy Perry, Rihanna and Beyonce rapidly losing their cultural relevance, young Ariana Grande seems to be the new "It Girl" when it comes to symbolic entrainment. And I do I have to say she's doing a terrific job at it.

Who says Millennials are a bunch of lazy, entitled snowflakes? When it comes to flashing the signifiers, Ariana is a real Pearl of a girl.

Super-Sync Tsunami: Liquid Sky, UFOs and...Donald Trump?

Sigh.

Sometimes you just innocently fall upon an interesting synchronicity, which inspires you to poke around a bit and see where it might go. Next thing you know, you're deluged with a tidal wave of highly-potent syncs that kick open a door you've been scratching at for a while. 

My God is Full of Stars: Less than Nero

Nero, Sphinx, Rome, Light, 2000. 

Is this an actual headline or the winning answers to this month's round of Secret Sun Scrabble? Or perhaps just further evidence that there's no one at the helm of the Reality Schooner? 

Stories, Star Maps and Storm Warnings

Gordon White and I joined Miguel Conner for Aeon Byte's 13th Anniversary. There were no set talking points, so it took a short while for us to get a handle on where the conversation was headed.
But once we did we covered a number of fascinating topics that Secret Sun readers will grok. 

Trailer Trash: Hey You. Don't Watch That. Watch This.

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Drunk on the Blood of the Saints

Well, quite an eventful month so far. Yeah.

Especially in the context of signs, wonders and portents. As well as things in the Heavens finding mirrors here on Earth.

Broadcasts from Home

This is going out to those who know: I know what this world can do and I'm sure some of you might need to hear some messages from home now and again. I'm here to help.

I've been working on this problem a long time now.

Sync Log: Notre Dame Paris

The landmark Notre Dame cathedral in Paris was heavily damaged by fire yesterday. Happily, much of the structure is intact and many of the priceless works of art had either been previously moved or were rescued. It took a very long time to build this architectural masterwork, and it will take a long time to repair it. Donations are already being made for its restoration.

Spacely Syncs: The All-Important 4/4

Our pal Khadir pointed me to this article, which talked about the Event Horizon project, in this instance about the MIT observatory in Westford, MA.

I'm sure you're probably all black-hole'd out, especially after the manufactured fake- controversy about that random woman on the team whose name just HAPPENED TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT to sync up with Sagittarius, where the other Superunknown black hole sun was imaged.

Don't go invoking Knowles' First Law* now. I don't want you getting unpersoned.

Addendum: JLo Made the Secret Sunniest Video EVER

Well, weirdo Indie artists like Grimes are one thing, but what do you do when one of the biggest superstars in the entire world makes a video bursting at the seams with all these crazy Emergent Archetypal Dominants® I've been bashing my head bloody for the better part of two years trying to open people's eyes to?

I guess bash my head some more.

A Taste of Your Own Medicine

Our man Boosephus pointed me in the direction of the new JLo video, "Medicine." I strongly suspect he did so because he's a sadist.

But believe it or not, the video was quite fascinating in that it served up not only the usual serving of quasi-Masonic iconography we've all seen ten trillion times in music videos but also some curiously Sunly symbolism. 

Not to mention some tantalizing evidence that the comely Ms. Lopez is working with a Crypto-Frase, or may in fact have been initiated into the Bene Frasserit herself.

Addenda: The Mysterious End of Kurt Cobain, Twenty-Five Years On

Kurt Cobain's body was found twenty-five years ago today at his home in Seattle. It was a landmark event for the culture at large, but perhaps in the future it will be seen as a Synchromystic landmark as well. 

Next Dimension, Please: The OA, Season Two

Is there such an animal as the Theatre of Depression? If not, there should be. Online technology has converted most of the industrialized world into indoorsy introverts, even Instagram globetrotters (who seem to travel solely to snap selfies of themselves in front of exotic landmarks).

Which is to say online technology is depressing the shit out of the world.