An ARCADE DAY message from Poolhouse (the Elder)
AN ARCADE DAY MESSAGEĀ from POOLHOUSE (THE ELDER)
To dwellers in the House of Pool,
Greetings and salutations.Ā
Wild as it may seem, it has been 6 months since my CASCADE DAY transmission, in which I revealed, for the very first time, the existence of a sacred Garbologyst holy-day to the profane members of the General Public (denizens of XFKATwitter).
At that time, it was fully planned that a second transmission would follow for the Midheaven festival of CELESTIUS on the 19th of March, followed by an ARCADE DAY message today, the 21st of June, but the former did not transpire for many reasons.
Even as Arcade Day 2024 approached, it was not clear whether or not the day would pass without a public comment from the Imperatorās office.Ā
As my fervent disciple and most faggoted1 soldier himself, the handsome and wise young man you know as DJ POOLHOUSE, has begun to allude to in his own broadcasts (which are received, of course, by both the General Public and to the Heavensā¢ alike), there is a rather large Mystery presently unfolding about the nature of our times.Ā
I mean this quite literally: something has fundamentally changed about the very nature of time in our times, both in the chronos and kairos sense2, as well as with other elements of time, which are perhaps less understood or well-defined for you at this moment.
Yes, all of the rumors are true: there exists a Conspiracy of Timelords and of Time, which is perhaps the Grandest Conspiracy of All Times.
As a result, we exist in the most animated of suspended animations, a simulacra of the Times, all while a fascinating and complex war in the heavens plays out in the electric atmosphere all around us.
First came The Stolen Decadeā2012 to 2022, which was but an overture in this conspiracy. Those are years which were TAKEN from you, and replaced with a curious substitute existence, a frozen tundra of our times.
The Corona-slash-CHRONOvirus machinations served to launder perceptions further, to distract the General Public from the dramatic shifts in our cosmological conditions.
They have you using FaceTime, hoping you wonāt have time to face that you live in a facsimile of the Times.Ā
And thus here we are again, at yet another Arcade Day, caught completely off guard, or so it seemsābut only because the vortices that power the rivers of time are being disrupted, altered.Ā
This is all I wish to say regarding the nature of this subversion of the zeitgeist in this message. Suffice it to say, dear reader, it is not your imagination: time is being distorted.
And I frankly don't really care to elaborate in any great detail on the meaning and origins and Garbologyst customs that surround todayās holiday known as Arcade Day at this time.Ā
I could certainly go on and on about the ancient Yak Men, and the Mystikk Mountain, and the Siberian pharaohs and rites they would administer in healing pools housed within crystalline temples of the Great North, in the land beyond Beyond beyond the poles.
But why bother, when I will have to tell it to you all over again once the Timelord Conspiracy plays out? I can only plant seeds while we are submerged in the ambers of chronos.Ā
But let it not be forgotten for one moment: the light which is unleashed each year on Cascade Day, will today reach its peak, its arc, its crescendo, in the heavens above.Ā
This is the spirit of ARCADE Day.
Like a heavenly bow, the light will now gradually bend toward darkness (āwaters of the deepā), as the Solar King begins his procession back to the Shadow lands, thus allowing the darkness to triumph over the light in our world during the nightside of the zodiacal year.
But this is a problem for tomorrow.Ā
Today is Arcade Day, a day to be merry and shine bright!
Today is for crystallization of intention, or put another way, for focusing Power of WILL, by training its sights upon that twilight horizon in the distant yonder.Ā
Today, on Arcade Day, you shall become an arrowā perhaps even a flaming one (āno homo,ā as DJ POOLHOUSE likes to say).
Today, the Solar King shines a light for you on your path toward Cascade Day. He illuminates the trajectory of the Arrow you are to become, so that you may progress through cosmic time, which is neither linear, nor circular, but vorticular.Ā
And cosmic time, for all intents and purposes, is the only time that doesnāt really matter at allāit is purely spiritual time.
May you effortlessly guide the glorious arrow of your True Will toward your targets, my friends!Ā
May you strike that bullseye at the center of the Sign of the Archer, so that your Cascade Day may burn as brightly as your longest summer nights.
Taste the Waste, Enhance the Trance, Imbibe the Vibe,
& blessed be,
āCum arcum suspicis, lumine arcano completur.ā
Ā In the Esoteric Garbology tradition, āfaggotā and its derivatives are used as terms of high praise and glory, often used interchangeably with the latin fasces and its derivatives.
Ā See Ozwalden, ā On Chronological and Kairomystical Timeā (The G. Society Collected Papers Vol I, 1959)