Empire of Memory: The Cult of Saturnalia – Prelude: Saturnalia, Collapse, and the Myth of Control

 “All great civilizations, when they were flourishing, had a living myth.”

— JOSEPH CAMPBELL

2025: the sky doesn’t give a fuck about your narrative

Let’s get this straight. The first alignment already happened.

Early June. Just before sunrise. Six planets stretched across the eastern sky like someone laid out a diagram and hit record—Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus, Mars, Neptune, Saturn. No news cycle. No astrology TikTok frenzy. Just a planetary formation humming in the background while the rest of the world scrolled past it like nothing was happening. Because that’s how it works now. You could have fire in the sky and collapse underfoot and people would still be debating avocado toast and whatever blue-check bullshit is trending that day.

Another alignment is coming in late October. Different arrangement, same weight. It won’t make headlines either. But if you’ve got any instinct left for timing—or even just a halfway functional gut—you can feel it. Everything’s tightening. Nothing’s landing. This year isn’t loud. It’s loaded.

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Saturn’s in Pisces, and it’s fucking with the scaffolding. He’s the one who holds the line. Defines time. Sets consequences. Pisces doesn’t give a damn about any of that. It doesn’t hold structure. It slips through fingers. When Saturn moves through that space, systems start decaying from the inside while still pretending to be stable. The forms remain. The meaning’s gone. What used to be laws becomes ceremony. What used to be decisions becomes default behavior.

Neptune’s there too, clouding the whole thing in sweet-sounding bullshit. Policies start reading like fairy tales. Accountability disappears into branding. Nothing’s real, but everything still enforces something. And no one wants to admit they’re just going through the motions because admitting it would mean tearing the whole goddamn script apart.

And now Pluto’s back in Aquarius. That placement hasn’t hit since the late 1700s when people were setting monarchies on fire and carving up the planet into ideologies and property lines. The bones of that era are still under the floorboards. And Pluto’s the kind of force that digs things up whether you’re ready or not.

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Don’t wait around for a headline. This isn’t the kind of collapse that makes noise. It’s the kind that rewrites policy while you’re refreshing your feed. It slips in through updates, backend changes, default settings. You don’t even know the world has shifted until your access disappears or your status gets downgraded and no one can explain why.

They’re not building a dystopia. That already happened. What’s happening now is the fine-tuning. The cleanup. The slow conversion of every chaotic human impulse into a manageable dataset. You don’t need to be censored when your profile does the job better than any cop ever could.

You’ll be told you’re free. You’ll even feel like you are—right up until you go off-script.

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Everything this year feels calibrated. Not just in the sky. Not just in the markets or the government memos or the polished tech rollouts. It’s all synced up. And no one’s asking questions because the illusion of normal is easier to maintain than the burden of seeing through it.

So yeah—this is where we start.

Not with myth. Not with cosmic vibes or chosen-one bullshit.

This is The Cult of Saturnalia.

And it’s already fucking running.

Let’s get into it.

Stay curious.

“The Empire never ended.” — Philip K. Dick