Spare Us the Qatar: World Cup Watcher Worship

The 2022 World Cup is upon us, much to the delight of the world and the crushing indifference of uncultured Yanks like myself. And since it is indeed 2022, the goings-on are positively drenched in the high ritualism of the worldwide Watcher cult. 

All slathered with a thick and viscous glaze of Knowles' First Law, of course.

Astroworld: Darker Than You Think

The Corporate Media is throwing an epic hissy fit over ordinary people looking at pictures of the Astroworld stage set and seeing exactly what the producers are showing them. I don't know why they would care, never mind go to bat for a singer that doesn't exactly have a sterling reputation in the business. 

And most certainly isn't what you'd call a feminist.

MKUltraterrestrial 3.0

A brain, being washed

As the apocalyptic process fires up back to a boil in the dark months of April and May, it's only fitting that the Great Work MKULTRA3.0 psychedelic research is heating up as well. I'm sure Secret Sun regulars (and irregulars) know my take on what the true goal of this program is, and if not, check out my most recent appearance on The Higherside Chats.

Apocalypse is Just a Word for Things We Do Together.

 

No, I didn't write that headline. It's on a video about the recent oil field attacks in Saudi Arabia. But I may as well have, way things have been going.

Hey, it's the Apocalypse, right? Maybe we all wrote it together.

The Titans Which Kept Not Their Seasons in the Abyss

"Its original and rightful rulers, the Titans"

Well, the San Diego Comicon just wrapped and fresh waves of trailer trash are upon us. 

What's more, it seems we have a fresh meme to factor into our exegeses. First up is the Godzilla, King of the Monsters trailer. 

Serpents, Sirens, Solstices and Supernovas

Well, Happy Belated Summer Solstice to all you Northern Hemishere Secret Sunners out there. Hope you enjoyed it, if that's your particular bag. If not, well hey; buy yourself something nice today.

And whether the Solstice is your bag or not, I hope everyone had a lovely day and enjoyed the remaining time we have left before Solstice celebrations become mandatory.

Met Gala 2018: Wonder with Great Admiration!

OK, so Riri "wins" the Super Bowl of Fashion with her pearl-encrusted Anti-Pope LARP? OK, it's...I mean...

Wait. 

I was going to say that... 

OK, they've finally stumped me.

Meet Your New Gods, part 2: Alien Sex Fiends

"Well,  I won't say another word. You can just see for yourself."

It's the End of the World As We Know It (and Larry Fine)

Hey, giant extraterrestrial demons on the roof of the most prestigious museum in the western hemisphere? Sure, why not? Go for it. I mean it is 2018, right? 

Take a good long look, my friends. You're looking at the future. 

Don't worry, they come in peace. Don't he look peaceful? A regular pussycat.

Trump, Templars and Meteor Magic.

I

If we analyse the principles of thought on which magic is based, they will probably be found to resolve themselves into two: first, that like produces like, or that an effect resembles its cause; and, second, that things which have once been in contact with each other continue to act on each other at a distance after the physical contact has been severed. "

Apocalypse This Week: Shock Treatment

OK, so much entrainment, so little time. I'm a bit harried at the moment -- and there is so much going on all around us and so much being dumped on our heads -- that it's all rather overwhelming. 

So let's dive in and I'll let all you very smart folks pick up the slack in the comments.

"The Women for Whom the Watchers Fell Shall Become Sirens..."

She's Watching you...

"It never ends" isn't some nifty little tagline I cooked up for dramatic effect. It's a blunt, objective statement of fact.

Case in point: an anonymous reader chimed in on the previous thread and dropped such a depth-charge on my humble little exegesis that I'm still feeling a bit woozy. 

All of a sudden all kinds of dots previously floating around in the Ether have connected, logged into the quantum mainframe, and kicked this whole saga into a much higher gear...

Orange is the New Black Magic

Just wanted to drop in with a couple quick updates on recent events and topics we've been looking at here. There is so much going on and things are moving so quickly that I don't really have the luxury of time with this material. By the time you cover one story, another takes its place.

That's Entertrainment: Fish Stories

Well, for the past several months I've been droning on about Mermaids and the Apocalypse and CRISPR and transgenics and chimeras, and everyone's gotten a good chuckle out of it. "Oh, that Secret Sun nutcase, howling at the Moon like a right old lunatic. Always good for a few lulz." 

Well, I don't want to spoil anyone's fun but right on schedule we have a new film on Netflix called The Titan, which is about guess-what?

Mermaids and CRISPR and transgenics and chimeras. Plus, the Apocalypse.

Apocalypse Week in Review: The New Gold Dust Age

That looks comfortable.

Some of you might roll your eyes when I remind everyone else that Apocalypse means "unveiling."

But that's exactly what we are seeing now: all the goodies they've been toiling away on in Lucifer's toyshop since 1947 are getting their great unveilings. 

Ready or not, the curtain's being lifted and your new reality is being rolled out. Pucker up.

Yellowstone Apocalypse, or What Worries Me Most

There is so much going on out there, so much mischief and madness being thrown at us, so many toys coming out of those DUMB labs and archonic think-tanks that I can hardly keep up with it all. Then there's nightmare in Austin that seems to have risen like Cthulhu from the deep, dragging a gaggle of potent symbols in its wake like tin cans behind a newlyweds' Studebaker.

Nephilim, Seraphim, Let's Call the Whole Thing Off

The Pearl entrainment campaign train keeps-a-rollin', and hot on the heels of the Gucci's Pearl-heavy 2018 advertising blitz--which seems to have been the official kickoff for this particular liturgy of the Never-Ending Ritual-- the floodgates have well and truly opened, the levee's gone and broke, the dam has finally burst. 

Dubai is Babylon 2.0

I get the feeling a lot of people still don't quite take Dubai seriously and see it as a weird artifact of a prolonged oil boom that brought shiploads of eff-you money to a bunch of desert sheikhs who never quite figured out what they wanted to do with it all.

Ritual Olympics: The Locusts are Coming.

The Winter Olympics just wrapped up, and did so in style. We saw several Secret Sun Scrabble bases being hit (twins, Orange, etc etc) throughout the past two weeks, but I was particularly interested in the massive Orb/Pearl ritual, led by a gauntlet of young women dressed in cloaks and hoods.

No, seriously- check it out. And wonder with great admiration.

Dubai Prepares for New Nephilim Genesis

How y'all doing today? Feeling good? Yeah? Terrific.

Well, I don't know about you but I sure as hell am in a coma. So either you're all just figments of my imagination or you're all in comas too and we're communicating via unconscious telepathy, what they euphemistically call the "Coma Internet."

So let's get into it.