C'mon Baby, Light My Midsummer Fires

  

Well, it's that time of year again. In light of recent events, Midsummer AKA Saint John's Day seems a bit more resonant than it has before. Of course, we have a newly-minted Federal holiday that falls a mere two days short of the Solstice, in much the same way our national Bacchanalia falls three days short of the Equinox. But that's all coincidental, surely.

But, oh boy; have you read the news today?

The Never-Ending Rituals: The 4th A.D.

May 5: After an apparent failure on Imbolc, SpaceX successfully launches "Starship" (sic) on Beltane.

Somebody Got Murdered.

I realize it's it was a holiday weekend and everyone is busy with other things, but a random search threw me down yet another rabbit hole and I felt the need to share it. 

So let's revisit a few familiar topics because some fresh connective tissue seems to have grown after we last spoke. Plus, more insane, impossible updates.

Would You Kids Please Stop Asking When It Ends? It Never Ends.

Jesus Christ Pose

Pathological obsessiveness and a surplus of downtime are a dangerous combination for people like me. 

Case in point: I was looking over yesterday's post and a (black) whole (sun) host of new synchronnections fired up my damaged neurons, revealing all manner of subtexts that I should have included in the piece. 

Well, there's no time like the present, right? Get ready for another deep dive, folks...

Now Don't Go Saying I Didn't Tell You. Because I Did.

Today marks the third anniversary of the start of the Apocalypse. 

Or at least it does for me. 

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?

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? 

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.

Entrainment Tonight: Blood on the Moon

Sunday brings us the Super Bloody Castle Wolfenstein Moon (or whatever), so as you would expect lots of different folks are getting ready to ride those moon-waves. Sounds like there are a few more of these bloody moons on the way so hold on to your hemoglobin and surf those gnarly Apocalyptic curls...

Sync or Swim Tsunami: 2012 --> Apocalypse Then?

Sometimes when you pull on a thread, the whole sweater unravels.

I hear some people saying now that the world really did end in 2012 and we are all now living in a malfunctioning simulacrum. 

Internet crazy-talk, am I right?

Well, some new information presented itself--harking back to 2012-- that I have to share with you. I'm not going to say it bolsters this new theory but then again I'm not going to not say it doesn't, either.

Space/Gods: Bennu and the Jets

Lots of activity up in space this week, allegedly. And right on time we have some NASA guy talking about aliens and UFOs, which in turn will be followed by the usual walkbacks and denials. We all know the drill, we've heard it a hundred times before. It's how the NASA nerds get their little jollies.

I mean, I think it's kind of tired but the government doesn't give me tens of billions of dollars to piss away every year, do they?

Satan is in Season: From Celine to Sabrina

You've probably seen some articles on this bizarre advertisement for Celine Dion's (literally: "Moon Goddess") new gender-neutral clothing line. It's every bit as weird and unsettling as you heard it was, but guess what? 

It's 2018 and this is where we are now.

PseudoScience Friday: We'll Leave the Lights On For You

Well, there you have it. I'm not sure exactly what to think about this here: is this just more clickbait from the pop-science-site crowd, just one of an endless series of junk stories that come and go without ever amounting to anything? Is this laser omnidirectional or two-way, meaning can information (like, say, encoded genomes) be sent back and forth upon it?

Or is this some kind of signal to let the Vegas know that the groundwork's been laid and the Earth's now ready for invasion? Cast your vote in the comments.

Knock, Knock. Who's There? It. It Who? It Never Ends.

Well, 'Oumuamua continues to vex star-watchers. The Vegas' mothership anomalous space-projectile seems to behave in very strange ways, leading scientists at Harvard University to conclude that it may in fact be a dislodged solar sail from an extraterrestrial galactic probe.

Ever get the feeling that sciences like astronomy were invented to keep really smart people too busy to cause trouble? Y'know, kinda like Synchromysticism?

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, It Never Ends.

Well, it's been nearly a year and a half since Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell died on the Detroit River and there's been a never-ending rollercoaster ride of highly nutritious synchery ever since. And since timing is everything, we keep getting hit over the head with what I like to call the "emerging archetypal dominants" on account of it being the Great Unveiling and all.

So it's only natural that the Apollo Chris Cornell statue was unveiled today, and the festivities were bathed in an eerie glow of Violaine.

"Repurposed as a Mechanism for Public Ritual."

Well, here we are yet again. Apparently the Siren Songs in Hobart and Perth were just warmups, because now the same folks behind those explicit and self-acknowledged public rituals have brought their act to England. Ipswich, Suffolk, England to be precise. 

PseudoScience This Week: Some Say in Ice

The war against cars roars on. And who's behind all this? Why.. rrhtyhhu-e842-598-q3984657)(%#$)()*%&$#_*%&_#%#%&#_*%&##@#RKEJHRE:JFV....................................

Sorry, I just died from shock and surprise and had to be resuscitated by paramedics. It took them a while to get here.

Apocalypse 2night: Compute-Compute-Computer Games

OK, you've probably seen this video by now. I'm going to go out on a limb and say this looks fake as f**k to me. It just looks like mediocre CGI. I'm not seeing any compelling evidence that this thing exists as a complex machine in three-dimensional space with this alleged robot, and certainly not as it comes onscreen.

It's not even that it looks like someone in a suit, it just looks like the most talented kid in your local high school computer animation lab showing off to that girl he's sweet on.

KIller Clowns from Other Space

I've been trying to wrap my head around the events of the past two weeks, on account it seems like somebody might have opened a Gate or broken a Seal somewhere. I'm still waiting for some fresh shoes to drop so please bear with me while the apocalyptic cake bakes.

Kneeling Before Very Strange Gods

New Yorkers praying to Coatlicue. In New York.

Today's the 101st anniversary of Jack Kirby's birth. Yes, yes; I realize I missed his centennial but there might have been a few other things going on at the time, no? 

But it finally dawned on me that Kirby and fellow oracle Elizabeth Fraser's birthdays are back-to-back (I'm slow like that) and there's probably a deeper astrological meaning behind it. But since I can barely even remember the Zodiac, I'll leave that analysis to the experts. 

However, I'd be remiss if I didn't drop the whole Regulus in Virgo business here again, seeing as how Kirby's nickname was "King" and that Our Lady's namesake was known as "the Virgin Queen."