May 17, 2019

From Paris to Fay Ray

My sync reports on Paris took an unfortunate turn for the real during Easter Holy Week, when Notre Dame cathedral burned down. 

A lot of researchers have pointed out the Templar connections to the blaze, given the fact that no less a figure than Jacques DeMolay was immolated in Notre Dame's courtyard. -The Secret Sun

If we are in the middle of a Major Arcana Masonic ritual (and when are we not?), then the destruction of Notre Dame fits the tower trump card a little too well. This pic of the cross of Christendom collapsing like the Eye of Sauron making the rounds.

I imagine “dancing Freemasons” were caught on camera as the tower blazed. The murder of Hiram Abiff  in Masonic symbolism is worth a look. (BTTF: the character of “A”Biff Tannen of 809 Mason St. was inspired by Donald Trump).

Hiram Abiff, "a widow's son" from Tyre, skillful in the working of all kinds of metals, was employed to help build King Solomon's Temple.
The legend tells us that one day, whilst worshipping the Grand Architect of the Universe (GAOTU) within the Holy of Holies, Hiram was attacked by three ruffians, (called 'Jubela', 'Jubelo' & 'Jubelum' and known collectively as 'The Juwes') who demanded the "Master's word", that is, the secret name of God.
The first ruffian, named Jubela, struck Hiram across the throat with a 24 inch gauge. The second ruffian, named Jubelo, struck Hiram's breast, over the heart, with a square.   The third ruffian, named Jubelum, struck Hiram upon the forehead with a gavel, whereupon Hiram fell dead. His blood, therefore, was shed within the temple.

Alrighty then. Cut forward to Easter Sunday, where I attended service at the Evangelical Presbyterian church of Gig Harbor (excellent music, btw). The good Paster or perhaps “Worshipful Master” delivered a sermon entitled:
Up in Flames
Once in a while, something happens that grips the attention of the world, something that transcends race, language, religion, and national boundary. Such occurred last Monday when we were assaulted with the haunting images of Notre Dame Cathedral engulfed in flames. This noble and storied place of worship that survived for more than 850 years, even enduring the ravages of World War II, was “beheaded” as one person put it, apparently by a workman’s negligence.

Another famous name for the “three ruffians” is “unworthy craftsmen”. Or as the Pastor put it: “negligent workman”. Nicely done.


Apparently FLOTUS Marie Antoinette was 49 this year. Note the absent husband/monarch on the couch, and the prominent yellow roses on the coffee table. The Yellow Rose of Texas is the Texas state song. JFK “beheaded” in Dallas, Texas. One would guess that given the expression on the face of our future Jackie, she is aware of her role in the coming media circus.

Curious, I discovered that Marie Antoinette was guilliotined in the Place de la Révolution at the age of 38. Jackie Kennedy was 34 when her husband was assassinated.

Preparing for her execution, she had to change clothes in front of her guards. She put on a plain white dress, white being the color worn by widowed queens of France.

You may google ‘Melania Trump white dress’ on your own.


Last but not least, we had the MAD Trump viral meme (deep state propaganda effort) as reported by Loren Coleman:

President Donald Trump took aim at Pete Buttigieg, the Democratic mayor of South Bend, Indiana… ln an interview with Politico, Trump declared that "Alfred E. Neuman cannot become president of the United States.”
Social media was hit on Mother's Day with a flood of images from MAD Magazine covers, reminding people that while Trump and Buttigieg might be done with MAD, MAD is not done with them.

This one stood out:

Trump as King Kong, with the semiotically charged Neuman (or now Buttigieg) replacing Fay Wray as his object of affection.

Recalling the original synchromystic storm created around 9/11, the King Kong movie poster played a big part in that. I will simply file it away as another example of Donald Trump’s part in the final act of the nation destroying Tower Trump card initiated by the destruction of the Twin Towers on 9/11. King Kong = KK = King Kill.

Whatever happened to Fay Wray?

fay: a fairy

Mar 26, 2019

I've Always Loved Paris

The Yellow Vests (Gilets Jaunes) protesting in France have captured my imagination. Wouldn’t it be great if a modern day proletariat revolt and revolution could successfully bring down the elite of Europe? Acts 1 through 19 so far, some violent, some not so much, but all done with that typical Gallic sense of style and theater. 

Which brings me to this pic making the rounds, which I have to say looks as staged as they come. Not that it IS staged, but it just looks like it. The jack boot of Macron fascism trampling the rainbow flag, Quelle horreur!

I would rather not think this entire movement is as fake as a Soros color revolution, however… enter the image above as evidence. I will remain impartial for now.

In any case, the French Revolution theme syncs strongly with my previous post on Donald Trump - Donald Trump and the Tower Trump, where I mused that he could shortly play the role of Louis XVI in what would be the biggest and bestest King Kill ritual yet performed upon the global stage.

Recall how TIME(Saturn) magazine crowned Trump King on June 18, 2018, in the week of the summer solstice. And how Louis XIV was called Le Roi Soleil - or the Sun King. Louis was of the House of Bourbon. It would be mildly interesting to watch Trump and whiskey, scotch and bourbon syncs but I digress.

Donald Trump is 72. Louis XIV reigned for 72 years. 72 conspirators of Set put Osiris in the box.


Update 4/3/19: A reader (one of 72 so far) sent in this bit of Trump trivia:

Rare Donald Trump Scotland Single Malt Scotch Whisky Coming To Auction

Dec 21, 2018

The Reason for the Season

Winter Solstice - Full moon. 
Solar rebirth - Lunar at maximum power.
Sol/Jesus/Horus - Moon/Mary/Isis

Var and I got our eyes examined today. I made the appointment months ago, today was the clinic’s first opening available. As we drove there it occurred to me that having our eyes examined on the darkest day of the year was sort of… interesting. We were checked in by women wearing various Seahawk fanware. I thought to myself “Is today a Seahawk game day?” but I dared not ask, because if I did my lack of schedule knowledge would damn me as an infidel. As it turns out, no, today was not a Seahawk football game day, but that doesn’t stop the Horus resonating eye clinic staff from wearing totems in adoration of their god.

It occurs to me that today is also the day that Sirius is highest on the horizon. Sirius is associated with Isis in ancient mythology, so perhaps a kind of doubling of maternal creative energy going on tonight:

The rebirth of Horus.

Mar 30, 2018

Donald Trump and the Tower Trump

One of the appeals of combining sync with the study of mass media is the theory that the media (by intent or by accident or both) subtly inserts a predictive narrative along with all the “entertainment” & “news”. The fun is the attempt to crack the narrative hidden within, and voila!  Predict the future!

The Trump enigma is darn nigh irresistible. Rather than dwell on all the chaff of electioneering, politics and scandal, we focus on the wheat of the narrative. What is the plot? Why is the repulsive star of The Apprentice suddenly the King of the World? Why is Biff Tannen now president?

As LXXXVIII finis temporis points out, this presidency has been a long time coming. He has been “pre-crimed” back to 1958 and is now indelibly linked to 9/11. In fact, he can almost be said to “represent” 9/11. 

Trump became president in 2016. Among other things, he is famous for his Trump Towers. In the tarot, the tower trump is card 16. His election was literally seen in the cards. The tower trump represents destruction, evocative of the destruction of the twin towers on 9/11. 9/11 was a symbol just like the tower trump is a symbol, and just like Donald Trump, as POTUS, is a symbol.

You know, like how the restaurant Sixteen Chicago is on the 16th floor of Trump Tower. 

Of all the Hollywood predictive programming about Trump, Back to the Future is the one with which I am most familiar. According to BTTF writer Bob Gale The character of Biff Tannen was based upon Donald Trump. As we know from the films, Biff does not come to a good end, even though for a while he runs Biff’s Pleasure Paradise Casino as the Luckiest Man on Earth.

Donald Trump/Biff Tannen has orange hair because he is representing the Sun King. You know… that cheerful round-faced fellow upon whom every solar religion is based. Marty McFly represents Pluto, or death. The sun always sets, death always gets the Sun King. It’s a tale told since the age of the Pharaohs. 

In other words, it’s a royal be-heading, and we’re invited to the ball. Sudden changes in a nation’s fortunes are often preceded by the murder of the monarch. Julius Caesar, Louis XVI, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Czar Nicholas II, John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

Of all the murdered monarchs listed above, I think Trump echoes Louis XVI the best.

Images of Apollo adorns his private, golden penthouse apartment. Like the French Soleil Roi, he lives a life of rare wealth and privilege, the Trump Tower being his private “Versailles”. He tweets policy and edicts, the fake lügenpresse is beneath him. He’s Reality Show Royalty. Even his beautiful and foreign wife Melania Knauss echos Marie Antoinette of Austria. 

Knauss is an ancient German surname, known from at least 1515. The earliest people recorded with this name appear to be from southern Germany. The meaning is very unclear but may mean "haughty person."
- Wikipedia.

I got the idea thanks to reading The Widow’s Son by Robert Anton Wilson (Volume two of the Historical Illuminatus Chronicles), which is set in pre-revolutionary France. The Masonic protagonist Sigismundo Celine knows the secret “Baraka” name. He also learns that the Knights Templar  “found the birth-certificate” of the widow’s son in the Temple of Solomon. 

It would appear that Barak Obama is the return of the fabled widow’s son, at least according to the RAW prophecy written in 1985. And who cut his early political chops questioning the legitimacy of Baraka’s birth certificate?

Our very own Louis Seizième, Donald Trump

The tower trump represents the destruction of a nation state, via an attack upon the “head” or tower: the king. 9/11 was the opening move, with the twin towers standing in for the USA and the “world trade center”. See that golden crown toppling from the tower in the tarot card? That’s the Donald. It’s sort of cartoonishly obvious now, in hindsight.

If Trump is playing a modern Louis XVI, Sun King, then he must be assassinated in order to bring about the glorious revolution. The “headless” nation will need a new head installed PDQ. Never mind your precious Constitution, a new one has already been written for you. Probably several, hope you speak the language.

And before you shout “Thank God!” remember what a revolution is all about. And remember that it wasn’t just Louis XVI that met his end, it was his entire noble class. So… who is Trump’s “class”. Not the rich, of course. The rich are celebrated in the USA, always have been. Men, maybe? Even in this age of identity politics, that seems a bit too broad. How about rich white men? Yes, I think we are close.

The French nobles were noble by bloodline, which entitled them to wealth and privilege. 

You may check your privilege at the guillotine.

Feb 13, 2018

Dragons vs. Christians

It’s no secret I love Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun. He’s been on a tear lately syncing mermaids, dragons of the apocalypse, ancient (and coming soon to a theater near you) aliens from Vega, and his muse: Elizabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins. 

Shortly after the Super Bowl mega ritual, we are into Olympics coverage:

We recently looked at how the appearance of a topless cross-country skier from Tonga seemed to be the most gripping story--for the media, that is-- from the opening of the 2018 Winter Olympics.
- The Secret Sun
That was on 2/9, and 2 days later, Cyclone Gita “hammers” Tonga. 

CK blames the Perth Siren Song ritual, from St. Georges Terrace in Perth, or rather, he notices the sync. I of course, enjoyed the muscular Tongan flag bearer on a prurient level, the flag that just so happens to “represent Christianity” according to wikipedia. It features a red cross on white, the flag of St. George.

Also, the curious fact that the previous 2010 winter Olympics in Vancouver, BC, were marred by the death of Nodar Kumaritashvili, a Georgian luge competitor, on the same day as the opening ceremony. We note the flag of Georgia is covered in the cross of St. George.

The Olympics and death of St. George symbolism: they just go together. 

Nov 9, 2017

The Orange Lodge

Chapter House 19

I’m not sure where this all began, but I’ll peg August 21, the day of the Great American Eclipse. That was the day I went to seek therapy about symptoms of depression. I was there at the clinic at the exact time of the eclipse, and I joined some of the staff out on the sidewalk to view the historic event. At least I could be assured that they had the medically approved eye protection, which they kindly shared. 

I hadn’t really planned the visit for that exact date, because the first date offered was Sept. 11 and I felt that I didn’t want my reach-out for therapy to get all synced up with 9/11, so I chose the next one offered, not yet knowing the signs and portents of that day.

My therapy “intake” interview was on Sept. 19. That’s when they get their first look at me, and I sign a bunch of release forms. As I was signing, the case worker volunteered: “Today is the 19th, which is also my dog’s birthday. I have no idea why I just said that.”

I replied: “Well that’s odd, because today is also my dog Oliver’s birthday”. 

Twin dogs, twin stars. Birthdays. It reminded me of Sirius, the “dog star”, which is actually two stars: Sirius A and Sirius B.

My first actual therapy appointment wasn’t scheduled until Sept. 27, and on Sept. 25 I had a dream:

I was a fraternity brother. I was attempting to get all the bro’s packed and ready, we were going on a road trip or something. I was half naked, with nothing on but trainers and an orange polo shirt. It didn’t feel unusual, I wasn’t embarrassed - apparently this was normal attire in this frat. I ran from floor to floor organizing the guys. I paused once at a hall mirror to look at myself critically, because I didn’t really like the shirt and was considering what to wear on the trip. I decided to keep the orange polo shirt after all, it looked good on me.


On the 27th I went to meet my new therapist. She was late, so I got to peruse a nice children’s picture book about life in the middle ages, at a baron’s castle. All the soldiers wear the coat of arms of the baron’s family. When I sat down to meet my therapist in her office, her first act was to offer me an orange.

This reminded me of the House of Orange-Nassau, and I considered that orange was the signature color of my dream fraternity.


On Sept. 30 I read Fraternity Rituals - a homoerotic story set in the basement of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. Have I mentioned yet that I was a Kappa Sig? Though I don’t recall initiation rituals quite like this one.

On Oct. 3, I had another appointment about my depression, and I was given an orange-flowered pen with which to fill out the questionnaire. Note the 3/17 sync.

Then my own birthday arrived on Oct. 11. It was uneventful (besides having dinner at Syren’s Grill) except that  an old frat brother of mine called to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in over 15 years.

As it turns out, the fraternal order of the Freemasons revere Sirius, they call it the Blazing Star. It shows up in a lot of occult art: the stairway to Sirius.

Note the checkerboard motif as well.

I was also visiting Home Depot a lot because I’m building a small boat in my garage and I’m always scouting for tools and materials. Being duly sensitized to orange via my dream, I notice the signature color of this hardware store. And the orange aprons.

On the square

Masons are famous for their aprons.

Pyramid schemes

So then October 31 rolls around: Halloween. Can’t really think about Halloween without orange.

And on that day, an orange aproned Home Depot rental truck with a large “19” painted on the side, driven by a fellow wearing a black and white checkerboard shirt, plowed into a crowd of Halloween revelers in Tribeca Manhattan, killing 8. 

I note the orange-aproned truck was heading directly toward Ground Zero. Can’t escape the 911 Sync Hole after all.



Christopher Knowles and his Secret Sun has been all over the color orange lately.

Just to fuck with me: Orange Porsche 911 w/ balkenkreuz at Bring a Trailer on 10/31/17.

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