Aliens in Fashion.

I read fashion magazines. Elle, Vogue, Marie Claire (more than a fashion mag, but...) Nylon and the rest. So I saw this AD a few weeks ago and thought the same exact thing: This model looks like an Alien. The extended eyes, the pronounced nostrils and lack of a nose altogether. The ears... the angle...the freaking cheeks. Dammit. I can't exactly put a finger on it, but I shop at Sephora and methinks they're trying to tell the public, "We had help inventing this makeup!" At least one industry isn't afraid of disclosure. I kid. I kid.

Read more here.

This Politician's mom is an alien, and he doesn't give two shits if everyone knows it!

Dayum. I'm kinda jealous because I have no idea what my alien mom looks like.

You can read more fantastic plastic here.

Rise of the NEW Illuminati

Whatever you thought you knew about the Illuminati, forget it. Whatever you thought you knew about Freemasonry, forget that too. The Cormons used to scare me. The idea of 9 very powerful beings being able to tap into a netherworld and pull etherbeings through to this world. Yeah, I shit my pants when I first heard about it. But guess what? This is 2012. This is not the age of Faeiries when the rich elitist rewrote Druidic history. This is a time when power comes from money and influence and guess what? The pop stars influence your children. The reality stars. The mediocrity of america. The kids who never wanted to be Scientists or President. They rule the world and they rule it while undermining the devil while at the same time worshipping him. The new illuminati is underfoot. Don't believe me?

Watch this. Watch this and then hide your children. Or don't bother. It's already too late.

They said the devil would come and you wouldn't even know. Guess what? Someone was right.
I don't know if Jay-Z and Kanye West are aware of the symbolism they are popularizing, but it's old, it's ancient and it's associated with the big bad ugly.

Right about now I wish Jesus and his sandals would finally make an appearance. Or... maybe i wish I was rich enough to build a place to hide in when shit hits the fan.




If you can't spot all the illuminati and freemason imagery than you were BORN YESTERDAY!

(* I love this song)

Inception...

Last night I had a dream. I don't think the dream itself is important. Neither do I think the dream that I had the night before was important. But there was one element that has kept me on edge all day. Somehow, someone from my last dream made it into my other dream... and she knew it. In fact, she said to me, "Remember me? I was in your last dream." And this has NEVER happened before.

Actually, it has. But not like this. I have had dreams with recurring characters who had no idea they that they were recurring characters. I was always the only one who knew who was who and whether or not a dream was recurring or a continuation. This led me to believe that it was all a DREAM, as in, all in MY head. That the people in my dream were not real, actual living people. They were dream people. Figments of my imagination.

And now, I am not so sure. For someone in my dream to know they are a part of it to me just doesn't seem right. In fact, as a child when I came across repetitive themes and characters I was a sort of hero... an Alice or Dorothy, ushering them from dream to dream. They were always clueless. It was those experiences that led me to believe that Frank Baum, George McDonald and Lewis Carroll (to name a few) were aware of the worlds they wrote about because perhaps they had dreamed of them, not as dreams, but as alternate worlds with lost souls who were always unawares of their complete existence.

I started to write a book based on the dream world I thought these characters inhabited. And then I grew up. I moved away from haunted houses. Lost touch with friends who embraced the occult and I became a semblance of boring and normal.

And now, the people of the dreams are back. Or maybe I am just reading too much into it. The only way to know for sure is if she shows up again. What then?