David Bowie, Ten Years Gone.

It's ten years today since Bowie returned to whatever realm from whence he came, and it struck me today how little time I spend thinking about him anymore. 

But that's not a slight, it's actually a compliment.

Secret Sun Radio Mystery Hour: The Synchronicity that Broke Reality

It's no accident that The Police's landmark LP Synchronicity was released in the middle of the Year That Broke Reality. On the latest Mystery Hour, Dr. Cherlyn Jones and I take a very deep dive into the Jungian undercurrents of the album, and it's place both in history and in the annals of rock music.

Click here to listen.

And click here for another look at this album, that certainly changed my life. Probably yours as well.

Occult Pop: Eighties Indie meets the Golden Dawn

If I were asked to pick the absolute last place I'd imagine occultism to manifest itself in pop music, it would be in a music video for Aztec Camera's "Oblivious." 

But, oh, how wrong I would be. 

79 Varieties of Apocalypse

 

We looked quite a bit at 1983 last year, and this year I want to return in force to 1979, which was a mind-numbing 45 years ago now. 

Something Happened on the Day He Died

The Muses choose broken vessels: that's just the way it's always been. 

You Will Know Synchronicity

  

Whether you loved it or hated it, there’s no talking about 1983 without talking about the Police’s mega smash Synchronicity, released 38 years ago last Thursday.

It's Like the Apocalypse. Only Stupid.

So, how prophetic did this turn to be? 

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.

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. 

Apocalyptic Talking Points: Gene Genies

If the reports are to be believed, a Chinese scientist created the first gene-edited babies and of course they're Twins. Twin girls, to be precise. 

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? 

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.

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. 

"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. 

Apocalypse Like Sugar

Hey, are you busy? Can I borrow you for a few minutes?

Yeah, I got a few little syncs you might find interesting. Y'know, just for grins and giggles. Go on, take a click. It'll be a hoot and a holler, I guarantee.

Don't be shy, now...  

Apocalypse That Long to Kiss You

Of course she does. That's her job.

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? 

On Earth as it is in Heaven. Or Las Vegas.

Man, here it is being World Regulus Day and none of you folks even sent me a card. That really hurts my feelings, y'know. I mean, not even an eCard? After all I do for you? Cold.

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.