Sync Saints: When The Neighbours Drop By Unannounced

Sync Saints: When The Neighbours Drop By Unannounced

Portuguese Catholics witnessing the 'Miracle Of The Sun'.

Portuguese Catholics witnessing the ‘Miracle Of The Sun’ in Fátima.

There are space books and there are space books.

There are atypical phenomena which we have a fondness for describing as “being interpreted through the belief systems of the witnesses or experiencers.” Pagans see spirits, Christians see demons, and so on.

However, I’m not sure that such descriptions are entirely fair. Fair to us.

It seems like these phenomena should at least meet us halfway. Especially when they’re the ones making contact. ‘Interpretation via  belief system’ only gets us so far.

As a sidenote, it occurs to me there is probably a useful definition of magic versus ‘paranormal phenomena’ somewhere in the distinction between which side of the fence initiates contact.

Fátima, as previously discussed, cannot be neatly understood as ‘Catholics witnessing a UFO event’. This phenomenon wanted to be seen as the BVM. From an interview with Jacques Vallée:

He is quite serious about that word: technology. And he relates it to another: physics. A chapter dedicated largely to the Marian apparitions at Fátima, Lourdes, Knock, and Guadalupe follows in order to study what he calls, rather shockingly, “the physics of the B.V.M.,” that is, the physics of the Blessed Virgin Mary. He arrives again at the same conclusion: “We are faced with a technology that transcends the physical and is capable of manipulating our reality, generating a variety of altered states of consciousness and of emotional perceptions… The B.V.M. may dress in golden robes and smile radiantly to children, but the technology which ‘she’ uses is indistinguishable from that of gods and goddesses of other tongues and garb; it is also indistinguishable from the technology surrounding the UFO phenomenon.”

So then, the oracolo di Fatima, by an anonymous artist, dedicated to a UFO phenomenon pretending to be a Catholic miracle, was always going to be personally appealing. Here’s one I picked up in Glastonbury last month:


Because the artist is anonymous, we don’t know if he or she was actually in Fátima at the time of the incidents, but it’s almost more interesting if they weren’t there. Here is a person in Tuscany entangling their consciousness with a patently manipulative phenomenon and then dedicating a Lenormand-style oracle to it. (Tuscany is a Catholic version of a Keelian ‘window area’. Consider the visions of Maria Valtorta a few decades later. Or even… you know… the fucking Renaissance.) Was the artist instructed to create an oracle by this being? That seems remarkably out of character for the mother of a god who admonishes magic and divination.

Or does it?

Let’s look at another ‘neighbourly visit’ that also knocked mankind’s collective consciousness onto an entirely different track. From UFOs: The Psychic Solution.

The section of Evans-Wentz’ work of most interest here begins with some remarks about the Virgin of Guadalupe… To him, the entity that appeared before a 57 year old Indian named Juan Diego (his Nahuatl name was Singing Eagle) was not the Holy Virgin but the American goddess Tonantzin whom the Aztecs had adopted as the mother of all their other gods. The apparition took place on December 9, 1531, in Mexico. It began with the sweet sound of ‘singing birds’, followed by a voice which came from the top of the hill. The source of the voice was hidden by ‘a frosty mist, a brightening cloud’. The technology of the BVM was at work!

When Juan Diego came to the top of the mountain he saw a radiantly beautiful young Mexican girl of about 14, standing in the light. A series of well-documented miracles followed, in which hearings took place and mysterious flowers appeared. A basilica was built and immense crowds converted. (In the six years that followed the incident over eight million Indians were baptized.)

Here is a chronology of the miracle.

On Saturday, December 9, Juan Diego meets the entity and is told to run and instruct the Lord Bishop, in Mexico City, to build a chapel. (This is the same request made in Lourdes.) The Bishop thought Juan was insane.

On Sunday, December 10, Juan Diego went back to see the Bishop and impressed him with his sincerity. The prelate asked for a tangible sign, and Juan conveyed this answer to the Lady, who told him to come the next day.

On Monday, December 11, Juan Diego did not come, because his uncle was dying. He was unable to relieve his suffering and decided to get a priest the following day.

On Tuesday, December 12, the Indian ran across the mountain to get the priest, but was met and stopped by the apparition, who said:

“My little son, do not be distressed and afraid. Am I not here who am your mother? Are you not under my shadow and protection? Your uncle will not die at this time. This very moment his health is restored. There is no reason now for the errand you set out on, and you can peacefully attend to mine. Go up to the top of the hill. Cut the flowers that are growing there and bring them to me.”

Singing Eagle knew well that there were no flowers on the top of the hill but to his surprise he found them there, cut them, and ran to the city to give them to the Bishop. When he arrived at the palace, unfortunately, the flowers dropped on the floor and he was much disappointed. To his great surprise the Bishop and all present suddenly knelt before him: upon his coarse garment, made of maguey fibers, had appeared the lovely image of an unearthly being, the figure of a woman, below her a crescent moon.

Evans-Wentz points out that December 12 was the ancient feast-day of the goddess Tonantzin, the dark-faced Earth-Mother, who thus remained the spiritual guardian of American in her modern guise as the Holy Virgin!

Notre-Dame de la Garde in Marseille.

Notre-Dame de la Garde in Marseille.

A glowing Mexican kid? Not exactly how she is pictured today. And as for the so-called ‘miracles’? There’s no avoiding the conclusion that most miracles are downright shit. Interrupting a guy on the way to getting help for a dying family member to ask for some crappy flowers, the sun moving around the sky and changing shape. If they can do all these things then they can build their own fucking basilicasI’m busy, yo.

But such a suggestion would only make sense if we assume that the entity’s goal was actually what it asked for; a basilica. If, instead, its goal were a manipulation of human consciousness, then the basilica isn’t the goal but rather the proof that the goal had been achieved. As Vallée points out, eight million Indians were baptised subsequent to the incident with the poor-quality flowers. Which is also why I reject the suggestion that the entity ‘is’ Tonantzin. Why not just appear as Tonantzin and then see how many Indians those imperial Spanish interlopers actually get after that? At the very point where a miracle could have swung the religiosity of the inhabitants either way, The Neighbours side with the invaders. Why?

In addition to shit miracles, these events also offer up shit prophecies. The three Fátima prophecies were:

  1. A vision of hell.
  2. A stern admonition that Russia should be destroyed and re-Catholicised (!?) or else there would be another war. Which isn’t exactly an earth-shattering prediction in inter-war Europe.
  3. Nothing. Something about some churchmen walking up a hill, praying over dead bodies. It’s all very The Vision and The Voice. (There are rumours that the Vatican has witheld the final prophecy and that this one is a ruse.)

There is a clear push for an imperial agenda here. Return Soviet Russia to the Holy Mother or the church will be destroyed. Bow your Indian heads before this foreign god. And I wonder if that isn’t entirely the point. Here’s a quote from Anatomy Of A Phenomenon, which I amazingly managed to pick up second-hand in Hay-On-Wye:


The Fátima events are within spitting distance, historically speaking, from the end of the European belief in “beings from the skies who surveyed our Earth”. Could it have been time to ‘troop the colours’? If you are in the game of influencing or manipulating consciousness, you are going to have to change costumes as beliefs evolve. Here’s another quote from the same book. Pay particular attention to what Carl Sagan says at the end:




A transparent presentation of the purpose of contact would increase the credibility of the legend. Got that right. Sagan means it in the sense that a transparent purpose would have made him more likely to believe the legend actually happened, whereas I mean it in the sense that I would be more likely to believe the words coming out of the legend’s mouth.

A church in Lucca.

A church in Lucca.

In a Mind War, this is an excellent strategy. It’s why the Fátima phenomenon appeared to thousands of unwashed, illiterate peasants rather than the crowned heads of Europe, it’s why it’s typically the rapey, inbred truck drivers who are abducted by aliens, it’s why Jesus is busy appearing in a tortilla right now. The goal is a groundswell change of consciousness.

Vallée sees meaning in the absurdity of the narratives, a meaning he will call the meta-logic of the encounter stories. Such a meta-logic, which appears as absurdity from the outside, more or less guarantees that the encounters will be rejected by the elite members of the target society (that is, by professional academics and scientists), even as the symbols conveyed through the encounters are absorbed at a very deep and much more lasting unconscious level. The absurdity of the extraterrestrial explanation, in other words, is a kind of intentional ruse or cloaking technique that allows the phenomenon to accomplish its real work, which is symbolic and mythological.

What he was arguing, after all, is that UFO appearances may be part of a huge “control system,” a kind of mythological thermostat on the planet designed to adjust and control the belief systems of entire cultures over immense expanses of times. As he described it in his journals, this control system “acts upon human consciousness, preventing it from going beyond certain limits”. Vallée seems to have in mind a kind of cosmic Puppet Master, a “manufacturer of unavoidable events,” as he puts it in one of his short stories, who pulls the strings of history from above and prevents us from developing our own psychic potentials. The religious doctrines and mythologies of the human imagination are the main object of control and adjustment here. Put crudely, we are being manipulated by our own belief systems, which are in turn being implanted, influenced, and guided by “alien” forces well outside our conscious selves. [More.]

Looking down on us in Rome. Literally.

Looking down on us in Rome. Literally.

Like the Fátima ‘secrets’, the star map shown to Betty and Barney Hill in their classic abduction case was flat-out wrong. Not only was it wrong, but it would have been useless from a navigational perspective -like trying to find your way around West London using a postage stamp map of Europe. So why show it at all? Because they want us to believe they come from ‘there’.

I think often about the evolution of our neighbourly encounters over the last thirty thousand years. Let me provide a fictional example of what their intended effect and modus might be. This is from Remote Viewer 001, Joseph McMoneagle’s book.


On the positive side, this is why we should all strive to have better ideas. On the negative side, it’s truly incredible just how much a bad idea can change the world. Let’s return to Monsieur Verne and his impact:




Everything, like superman or the bomb, starts with an idea. And ideas really do change the world. Much more than, say, a basilica magically appearing overnight on a hill. Influencing our ideas is the very definition of an abusive relationship: “I don’t want a basilica, I want you to build me a basilica.” Back to Verne:




The story of Verne and his impact is a particularly useful metaphor for the Mind War we are currently engaged in as part of our archonological transition. By deploying McMoneagle’s notion that there are those who are impacted by new ideas and those who seek to prevent their impact…who must therefore be circumvented… we return to Vallée’s contention that the unwashed masses are a better target than the elite for the manipulation of human consciousness. With Verne we have an example of not only how one little idea, a novel or a star map, can change the world… but also exactly who it is on earth that brings those changes through. And it is us. The unwashed masses. The scum.

“I have not found a topic that is more mind-opening than UFOs.” -Richard Dolan.

This may well be their entire purpose… and that purpose may not be entirely altruistic.

A piece of the Duomo in Florence.

A piece of the Duomo in Florence.

Sync yoga

All of this could well be viewed as a suggestion to assiduously avoid entangling your consciousness with The Neighbours.


At best, it is certainly a suggestion to dispense with the wearisome, overt, extreme religiosity that infects much of modern paganism. But as Saruman says, in reference to the Palantíri, “why should we fear to use them?”

Use an ouija board wrong and you might just summon bigfoot into your bedroom like this girl did. Entangle your consciousness in a better-prepared way and you will yield more interesting (and less traumatic) results. And there is certainly value in exploring this path. Here’s Alan Moore talking about his first experience with Glycon while ball-tripping in his friend’s house:

“It was an unprecedented experience. It’s difficult to actually describe in material terms. The sensation that I had was that the roof had gone. There wasn’t “sky” up above… there was some sort of high space.

I got the impression of something bending over and leaning down, as if to get its head closer to us. And I remember I suddenly spoke in this really strange Darth Vader voice that I don’t think I can do now. And the words were “inchoate presence stooping low.”… I didn’t even know what the word inchoate meant. I’ve since found out that it means ‘on the brink of thought’. And there seemed to be something in this that… whatever it was that was leaning towards us… was gathering form as it got closer to us. It was dressing itself in imagery that we were supplying. I’m not saying it was the god Glycon, but by the time it was in proximity to me, it was the god Glycon.”

The first step is to recognise that the symbol is rarely what is symbolised. Forget this and you might end up leaving the world’s creepiest video suicide note. (Hat tip Chris Knowles! Both for the vid and for the inevitable nightmares that will come from watching it.)

The next is to understand the fluidity of the symbolism. We might call the twentieth century the hundred years of alien greys, beginning with Crowley’s LAM working, through the abduction phenomena of the 70s and 80s, and culminating in the late nineties with the X-Files/marijuana alien/pre-millennial gestalt. Today’s encounters seem to be a return to ‘lights in the sky’ and ‘numinous feelings’. (They’re also decidedly more psychedelic.)

Basilica di Santa Croce. Florence.

Basilica di Santa Croce. Florence.

The third is to recognise that these beings have their own agendas. When you render out the core principles of the world’s great spiritual teachers, there is a surprising wariness when it comes to dealing with the gods. Not because they don’t exist, but because they are only occasionally relevant to your own journey.

The fourth is the need for verification when dealing with these realms. I used to think that the use of grade symbols or whatever when travelling on the astral was just so much High Victorian bullshittery. But there is no getting around the fact that -for whatever reason- deception is the name of the game. The Trickster is the One True God here.

If you don’t have an identifying symbol, you’re welcome to use mine; a jet black, spinning chaosphere. Although, it’s not so much a sphere as it is a rotating two dimensional object, like one of those spinning pentagram GIFs from a late nineties GeoCities site. (Heee! Remember those? An autoplaying midi of an Enya song would also likely terrify any being into submission.) The chaosphere seems to work either because

  • It is entirely human… it doesn’t play into the entity hierarchy game. Granted, this is a bit like travelling around Europe on an American passport but it works for me. Speaking of America, you can also Captain America your chaosphere into a shield… or you can throw it against surfaces and jump through a la Portal.
  • Two dimensional objects seem to freak out the denizens of inner space. I call this ‘reverse Lovecraftianism’.
  • It may not have old timey provenance, but it still represents a potent magical current. So stamp my passport or fuck off! (There is something theatrically appealing in words to the effect of “open in the name of chaos”. Skeletor should have tried that.)

So then, summing up sync yoga:

  1. Pick a sync saint: Saints are preferable to gods here. One, because I am less suspicious of them. Two, because saints are a lot more interoperable with whatever else you have going on. That’s basically their entire point. Gather the relevant accoutrements and commence engagement. (Full disclosure: I just printed off a card on some fancy paper in the office.) Pray for the saint and ask him or her to look favourably upon you.
  2. Have a burner phone. I use either the UFO Tarot or the oracolo di Fatima, both from Los Scarabeo. They key is to keep the entire project wholly separate from whatever else is going on. You may need to jettison it.
  3. Record the results. This can be as simple as posting syncs to G+. Usually I’m agin’ magical diaries because your memory is so unreliable. (And because I am sick of reading blog posts where people contort themselves into pretzels trying to justify why something didn’t work.) But synchronicity is when the universe notices you noticing it, and it does that more often the more often you notice it. For big syncs, check the astrological weather. The alignments are often so astounding that I am beginning to wonder whether observation of synchronicities is how astrology got started in the first place, way, way, way back in the day.
  4. Visit the sync realm. I’m not going to bother covering methods of astral travel because if you’re reading this, you’re already on the internet, you lazy bastards. (My current preferred method incorporates a version of the chaosphere/portal mentioned above.) My biggest personal discovery here is that, like so many things in life, it is often the case of asking the right questions. Ask to visit ‘the realm of’ Our Lady of Fátima and you will end up floating in space. On the evening of fast days, before sleep, if I don’t have “anywhere else to go”, I ask for “an audience with” the relevant sync saint. They fucking love that hierarchy talk… again, a reason to tread carefully but not a reason to avoid treading. Some potent ideas originate from these places.

Insofar as I can tell, these are not beings to petition for mundane things. Our agendas just don’t align well enough for it to be worth the risk. But there is a net positive benefit to embiggening your sync experience. You achieve -and I only have evidence of this in the short term- an improved awareness of where reality overlaps (?) and which sequences of events are worth paying attention to. Plus, you know… it’s fun.

Let’s end with Alan Moore:

The one place in which gods and demons inarguably exist is in the human mind, where they are real in all their grandeur and monstrosity.

Have at them, kids.


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  1. 1

    Blimey. That Heaven’s Gate vid is…..I mean the stuff behind the language….ugh.

    I need to wash my damn brain out. Ugh.

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    Tom R

    Love this post. I was hoping for another great post this week. I usually don’t comment, because I need time to let the post sink in, but this is some great tech. I am setting up some altars and I think one for a sync saint would be a great idea (right after I find a good one).

    I really loved this: “If they can do all these things then they can build their own fucking basilicas. I’m busy, yo.”

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    There’s a lot of good ideas here.

    I love the “Stamp my fucking passport” attitude! I’m American. Ha! I’ve also found the Chaosphere to be a potent and effective symbol for all purposes. I always leaned towards it being a true symbol of magic.. Good raw magic without baggage.

    You clearly have a fondness for Saints. How do you reconcile those who have Pagan DNA? I prefer the older Pagan God myself.

    That video …creepy!

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    Darren B

    Great post Gordon.
    I would just like to know if you think using an angel instead of a saint would work also,example Gabriel,or should you just stick to saints ?
    It’s funny how you mentioned Carl Sagan and “Tuscany is a Catholic version of a Keelian ‘window area’ ” in the above post,because a Carl Sagan segment of ‘Cosmos’ was about Einstein growing up in Tuscany and time travel,which I did a post about a while back –
    I love those cards of yours too,with the red background and blue edges .-)

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    This post took me back to when I was a teenager and lived in Seville. I suspect you can imagine, based on your posts about al-Andalus, what a magical education that was. Anyway, one time a friend took me and my mom down to visit the Virgin of El Rocio, who has her own miraculous appearance story (this is kind of long but I have a point):

    Supposedly a hunter went out to the marshes to rustle up some victuals and was led by the barking of his dogs into an impassable area of brambles and such. There he found, standing on top of a dried out tree trunk, a statue wearing a tunic made of linen. So naturally he assumed it was the BVM and decided to take her back to his village three leagues away and stick her in the church. But he got tired from slogging through the marsh and fell asleep, and when he woke up the statue was gone. He went back to where he originally found her, and there she was on her tree trunk. So he went back to town and told everyone the miraculous tale, and all the town worthies went back to the marshes and collected the statue and stuck it in their church until they could build a new one on the spot where she was found. They used the tree trunk for a pedestal. Historically, two things are known: (1) the original name of the Virgin was “de las Rocinas” (“of the horses”), not “del Rocio” (“of the dew”); (2) the church has been there since at least the end of the 1200s.

    Today this image of the virgin is the object of probably the biggest religious pilgrimage in Spain. She lives in a church that is still in the middle of the marsh, surrounded by wild horses that as far as I could tell are essentially consecrated to her (in other words, her original name is still the right one). The poor statue has been tarted up over the years, including having a baby Jesus stuck to her, but I can tell you this for free–she is definitely not a Christian saint. Her presence there is overwhelming and it is extremely pagan, and extremely fierce. Much more Epona than Mary.

    So my point (finally): I am of a mind that you were right when you said (in your Jesus post, referring to The Poem of the Man God), “automatic transdimensional dictation is fraught with signal errors as you might expect.” That is, I think the stories of BVMs and UFOs who want chapels or to probe some lumberjack’s bum say more about the expectations of the humans than the message of the Neighbo(u)rs. Which doesn’t negate your point that they have their own agendas–but I suspect we are at least as dumb as they are tricksy. How much of their messing with our minds intentional and how much is due to our misunderstanding?

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    @Gordon: No advice necessary, brother! I’ve never felt anything from any Christian myth, spirit, or the religion all around.

    My favorite Saints are Discordian or Cult of Awesome :D

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    @Lonnie If you don’t want an answer, don’t put a question mark in your comment! :) Although, I would also suggest you try and find exactly which part of the two extradimensional encounters here you consider Christian. That’s like calling me ‘shoes’ because I wear them.

    @Darren Use whatever you like. My whole point was that there are some really strange trans-species/UFO/etc encounters currently getting around as various Saints and Marys. It’s not about what they’re actually claiming to represent. Quite the opposite.

    If you’re going angels I would probably suggest Anafiel or Bodiel before Gabriel. Or find some creepy folk custom of an angel rescuing a kid from the woods or something… work out what it claimed to be… go from there.

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    But as Saruman says, in reference to the Palantíri, “why should we fear to use them?”
    That’s pretty much my approach.

    I know that these beings may be dangerous, and that they have an agenda of their own. So, I make my agenda clear, and if they don’t want to do whatever, they don’t have to. As long as I get what I wanted, I don’t care what else they did (unless it goes against some of my interests). And often, results are much better when I outsource my problems to someone else.

    Also, about their agendas, in my experience they mostly tend to be rather banal, though it depends about whom are we speaking. Mostly it is tied to spreading stuff they are tied to- for instance jinns (in hermetic sense) want to spread fire, qualities associated with fire etc. If you have goal that is aligned to, or you can achieve it by spreading fire qualities they’ll be your natural allies.
    Of course, as with anything else in occult, YMMV.

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    @Johnny In some ways, it really cuts to the heart of my disinclination to warn people off anything when it comes to magic:

    1. Nobody listens, anyway
    2. Make a mistake, get blown up, don’t make that mistake again

    As for the banality of their agenda, in these examples I guess that would depend on your definition of banal. This is some fairly insidious manipulation for an end goal(s) that we can’t see from our position in linear time. It’s not garden-variety demonological game playing. Historically, Bune is not known for putting on a Virgin Mary drag show for tens of thousands of Portuguese peasants.

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    Andrew B. Watt

    I happened to find this article about a new … medicine… particle? … which allows one to survive without breathing for 30 minutes. Not eager to test it, myself, but interesting. And interesting how the article brings up the sci-fi movie, The Abyss as a way to talk about and understand this particle… perhaps sci-fi is a way to prepare the ground, then the research comes to make that a reality, and then…? Step 1, collect underpants; step 2; step 3, Profit! Shades of Jules Verne.

    Anyway… ahem.
    I confess, I found this article confusing until I’d gone back and read some of your links. First I was, like, “he can’t really mean that,” and then I was like, “but that’s impossible!” And yet, the more I searched my feelings, the more that I knew it to be true. How apropos for the revenge of the sixth.

    The British landscape is littered with saints, of course, which makes them relatively easy to work with. I once spent a summer in Repton, near Burton-on-Trent, where I helped excavate a viking site (not particularly well, alas — I didn’t do much besides haul dirt and make rough pencil sketches… although the Biddles are amazing) in and around the grounds of a church dedicated since the days of the kings of Mercia, to Saint Wystan. Anyway, saints are a dime a dozen in the the British topography.

    I’ve been thinking about the parallel conditions here in New England, and what we can use — unfortunately, we seem to have a choice between working with Native warriors (a bad idea for many different reasons, cultural appropriation not least among them) and famous local Puritan ministers (a bad idea for one principle reason, namely that they are disinclined to acquiesce to our requests, and usually scream at us as damnable). Having just come back from Washington DC, and having seen the new-ish Martin Luther King Jr. memorial for the first time, I have to say that local figures from local versions of the Labor movement of the 1900s and the Civil Rights movement of the 1960s are maybe also workable in place of European saints… I’ve recently gained a list of the Connecticut witches executed in the 1650s, and there’s some potential for work there for neo or eclectic wiccans… buuuuuut again, there’s a strong thread of Calvinist theology running through ghosts of that era, and also people didn’t travel much. Their humanness is rarely in question — but their faults become as much a part of the working as their virtues. I guess that’s always the case, though?

    I guess we would have a better sense of the Neighbors’ motives if we could discern which of our predecessors had been deeply affected by interference. For example, if Fatima is an example of interference… is Theresa of Avila? What about Francis of Assisi? Which entities are powers of Earth, and which are of the Stars? I’m mindful that you renewed your magical practice in Rome; I came alive, in a sense, visiting Santiago de Compostela (I can formally and officially assure you that the Holy Grail is in a village on the Camino de Santiago, a place called O Cebrerio I believe… but you have to walk there to find it. Kind of inconvenient.) Is Crowley warning against victim hood, or leading us out of their trap?

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    Darren B

    On the subject of synchronicity there is a new sync podcast of ‘Synchronize’ online to listen to –
    featuring Rae Dawn Chong (Tommy’s daughter) .
    I like the format of this show,it seems promising for interesting future shows…not to say this one isn’t.
    I don’t always agree with what’s said,but I like what these guys are doing.
    There is also another “Sync Book” coming out soon and I reckon you could easily get a chapter in this book if you wanted to Gordon.I was offered to write one for “Sync Book 2″ but declined the offer,because I didn’t feel I had anything with value to contribute at the time,but I’m sure a chapter contributed by you would be interesting.

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    I am religious and not spiritual.

    Can not get enough of syncretism, which I think is a shared part of human experience.. Even the militant atheists are a little unclear about our origins..

    As for mexican saints you might like, santa muerte, la flaca, might be worth a look.. She is the patron of the fringe

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    One thing about the pic of the Portuguese people “witnessing”.

    Notice the pic is of the people *not* the “miracle”.
    If there were a “miracle” displayed overhead…would you not attempt to capture it?

    Seems like somebody was more focused on making sure he got a pic of a bunch of people “seeing” something.
    Smacks of an early propaganda type of effort. Church photographer? Probably.

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    Moses Horowitz

    “Bigfoot In A Bedroom” sounds like a lost Smiths song. :P
    Predictive fiction? Sounds like Star Trek. I know, we’ve all seen the lists in the Web, but it bears repeating that they had flat screen monitors, advanced environmental controls, self-cleaning fabrics and tablets to scribble on. And your smartphone will be a Tricorder any day now.

    Finally, I’ll posit that many Catholic saints are legit for this purpose, as they are Pagan gods in disguise. Think of the Irish Saint Brigit, whose nuns tend a sacred flame, same as the virgins of the Celtic goddess of the same name. Halloween costumes, they’re not just for Samhain anymore!

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