I Got Them Ol' Cosmic Cold War Blues Again, Mama.

I'm trying to get some leftover business squared away for good today, so indulge me while I drop some slightly-stale news with some fresh synchliness on your heads. Then open the floor so all you fine folks can share the latest information, gossip and mind-blowing revelations with one another in the comments.

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.

Send in the (Killer) Clowns. Don't Bother. They're Here.

I guess there's a theme emerging this autumn, what with the Joker movie and It: Chapter Two hitting the multiplexes. Killer clowns do indeed seem to be the dominant archetype of the season, all too appropriate for a world descending into mass psychosis and epidemic levels of stupid.

There's also this Wrinkles the Clown picture, which I don't know much about past the trailer. 

Notre Dame Fire: Flame on the Crown of Her Influence

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. 

60 Seconds of Sync (Give or Take): Fall Like Lightning

Oh, that doesn't seem even vaguely apocalyptic to me. Why do you ask?

The Royal Scam: Fire on Babylon

OK, this is going to be some hit and run Synchromysticism. There's a lot to sort through and I don't have a lot of time so let's do this. Feel free to expand and expound in the comments section. I'll try to revisit this story if I can spare a few.

But yeah, this thing just keeps on shootin' out the synchery, so much so that I wonder what we're really seeing here. I get the feeling it's going somewhere weird and dark.

Blowing Up the Outside World

Consider this.

Sheesh,  so much is going on I'm really falling behind. And tomorrow is the anniversary of Chris Cornell's death. 

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...

Swamp Things and Strange Angels

Marvel John Whiteside Parsons, who no one outside of a small handful of weirdos had ever even heard of until very recently, is the subject of a new prestige series based on the biography written by George Pendle. 

NXIVM: Buckle Up and Enjoy the Ride.

So this NXIVM sex cult story just keeps getting uglier and weirder. Allison Mack, the co-star of the long-running Smallville TV series has been thrown to the wolves and is reportedly angling for a plea deal. 

Entrainment Tonight: Mother of Pearls

Why aren't you wearing your Pearls, citizen? We noticed you didn't wear your Orange yesterday, either. I need to swipe your social credits card, please. 

OK, I think we might have a bit of a problem here. Sit tight, I need to call my supervisor.

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.

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.

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." 

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.

Mermaid Apocalypse: Meet Your New Gods, Part One

Oh, you still think this Mermaid thing is just a fad, like vampires and zombies? You poor soul. It will probably pain you to discover that this isn't about some fad, it's about the new religion.

 

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. 

Ritual Olympics: The Locusts are Coming.

The Winter Olympics just wrapped up, and did so in style. 

Winter Olympics For One Welcome Our New Vega Overlords

The Winter Olympics opened in a subtler and more understated manner than we've become accustomed to, symbolically-speaking. 

But then again, the Somme Offensive was subtler and more understated than the mass rituals we saw in London back in 2012.

Luckily,  those of you who've been witnessing my descent into a Lovecraft character-type madness reading the blog over the past several months were uniquely positioned to decode the signaling we are seeing this year.