The Secret Life of Symbols
We’ve been sold the story that mankind is always progressing. That each century we rise higher in knowledge, in technology, in wisdom. But the evidence whispers a different truth: we are not ascending, we are digressing. The ancients—who we dismiss as primitive—stood upon pinnacles of knowledge we’re still fumbling to recover.
Temples lie drowned beneath oceans. Pyramids stand etched with cosmic precision. Machu Picchu, Chichén Itzá, Angkor—all tuned to the heavens, aligned to forces we pretend we’ve only just discovered. The ancients mapped the stars, understood the cycles, tracked energies that govern both the cosmos and the human soul. They didn’t stumble into brilliance—they arrived already knowing.
Take Egypt. It didn’t crawl out of ignorance into greatness. It appeared in full bloom, temples rising, mysteries encoded, geometry sharper than anything we can replicate today. Civilizations across the planet show the same pattern: they began at their zenith, then declined into the ruins we dig through. That alone should force us to question the official timeline. Who were these beings? Were they even fully human? Or did they come here carrying the knowledge of the universe already in hand?
The symbols they left behind are not decorative—they are technologies of meaning. Look at the Pope’s mitre: a fish headdress echoing the worship of Dagon, the ancient fish god. Or the Christian fish on the back of every car—not a symbol of Christ, but a survival of Phoenician religion, tied to Pisces, the age of the fish. Look at the magic wand—from Moses to Mithras to Jesus depicted in medieval churches, miracles were worked with the wand. Today the “wand” survives in the hands of Hollywood illusionists and orchestra conductors, shaping minds and movements alike.
Even pop culture borrows: Spock’s Vulcan salute isn’t science fiction—it’s the Jewish priestly blessing, itself drawn from the split hoof of the ram, an echo of the Age of Aries. The fasces—bundle of sticks with an axe—stood as Rome’s symbol of collective power and god’s authority. Mussolini revived it, Hitler used it, and in America it flanks the Speaker’s chair in Congress. The symbol of fascism still presides silently over the chambers of “democracy.”
And then there’s the pyramid. The Great Pyramid at Giza is not four-sided, but nine—each face split down the middle, visible only at the equinox. A design so exact it speaks of a knowledge of time, light, and form we still don’t understand. The Bible calls Jesus the “chief cornerstone”—but in its true meaning, that is not a base stone, but the capstone: the missing pyramidion at the top. Once again, Egypt whispers through the language of Christianity.
Symbols are the handwriting of hidden orders. From secret societies to empires, from ancient gods to modern governments, the language of power has always been written in symbols. They are technologies—keys to unseen worlds, blueprints of control, markers of initiation. We dismiss them as decoration, but every emblem, every sign, every carving in stone or logo on currency is telling a story of who rules, where we came from, and what destiny we are being steered toward.
The ancients didn’t separate science from spirit. Their astronomy became astrology. Their chemistry became alchemy. Their physics bled into metaphysics. They searched the heavens for patterns, and in those patterns they found law. Law that governed not only the stars but the soul. And from those laws came philosophy, medicine, ritual, and initiation. What we call “religion” today was born not out of blind faith, but out of the recognition of hidden science—the occult, which simply means “hidden.”
The deeper question is not whether these things are real—they are. The deeper question is whether we will wake up to see the system we’ve inherited. Whether we’ll recognize the symbols staring us in the face every day. Whether we’ll accept that we are not climbing to brilliance—we are crawling back toward what was lost.
The ancients knew who we were before birth, and where we would go after death. They knew life was a school, karma was real, reincarnation inevitable, and that forces both angelic and demonic contend for influence over humanity. They encoded this truth in stone, in ritual, in symbol. And though institutions have buried it under dogma, it is still there—hidden, waiting, for anyone with the eyes to see.
The secret life of symbols is not history. It is the present. It is the language that still rules the world. And until you learn to read it, you will remain ruled by it.