Atlantis Aeturnus: "They Shall Become Sirens"

Given that it was itself highly influenced by the pop culture of the day, it's no real surprise that the Theosophical movement of the 19th Century set the template for literally all of the science fiction and fantasy that would emerge in its wake. 

David Lynch: Chasing the Siren

David Lynch may not have been as obsessed with Elizabeth Fraser as I am, but then again, maybe he was. The man certainly spent a lot of time and money chasing that sweet, sweet Fraserly dragon...

David Lynch Shuffles Off This Mortal Coil

David Lynch - the great poet laureate of dream reality - and his work are at the very heart of The Secret Sun, so the news that he's shuffled off his mortal coil and returned to the dreamlands whence he came is a cause for both mourning and celebration - mourning his death and celebrating his life.

He Walks Ammon Us: Egypt's Restoration Ritual at Luxor

Well, there it is, right on schedule. The Great Restoration takes another giant leap forward and reaffirms the ancient kingdom of Egypt as its own. Fortuitous timing too, since it seems a lot of people were starting to doubt my grip on reality - yet again - when talking about the grand rituals of the Sorcerarchy. 

Always seems to work out this way, doesn't it? My cross to bear, I suppose.

Got a Black Magic Woman

It's Garland Day, AKA Garland King Day, AKA The Day the Shepherd Boy Swam to the Siren. Also the day the Romans made sacrifices to Neptune. And these are the days of miracles and wonders. 

Also, the Great Unveiling. 

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

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

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. 

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.

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.

Don't Come Around Here Nommo

So I've been thinking a lot about this thing with Robert Temple and the "Sirius Mystery," so-called. 

The 1998 interview video that recently resurfaced in which Temple expresses his belief that the Nommo-- the alien race that allegedly inspired figures like Oannes and Atargatis-- were in hibernation around the Saturnian moon Phoebe kicked off one of those weird moments when thousands of tiny little puzzle-pieces all fall together in a very weird way.

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.

Stairway to Kevin

The other big story this week was this weird viral video posted by Kevin Spacey. Portraying his character from House of Cards, Spacey is either letting us know he's lost his last remaining marbles or he's issuing a coded threat to his fellow BLs in Tinseltown. A threat stating, "If I go down, I'm taking all of you with me."

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. 

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 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.