About
Lee Vaughn is an American story teller who creates captivating stories in various formats, including hardcover editions, paperbacks, e-books, and audiobooks. For 25 years, he has journeyed across Earth, drawing inspiration from his adventures that span continents, forging friendships in every corner of the world, and immersing himself in a rich tapestry of cultures, cuisines, music, dance, and indigenous sacred mystery rites. His writings embrace humility, humor, and heart while filled with excitement, purpose, and careful thought.
Lee Vaughn
Hello, I’m Lee Vaughn. I write about cataclysms, comet cycles, celestial bodies—good and bad, and the gods who are said to have originated from the stars… About Venus, our ancient mother and destroyer. About living resurrection cults, sacred sex and marriage rites, and the mystery schools that survived a great cataclysm. I follow the trail of the so-called Shining Ones through Sumer, Egypt, and the Andes, the Caucasus, and the amazing megalithic structures they were said to have built all over the world.
I believe our origins were altered, our memories wiped, shielded from the truth of who we are. I believe it was a culmination of celestial events and carried forward by design, not accident. Much of this truth was preserved by secular mystery groups after the righteous and just governments—those rooted in wisdom and harmony—were hijacked by powerful opposing alliances.
These righteous mystery schools were deliberately targeted for eradication, often through physical force—genocide. While the term genocide technically applies, it fails to fully capture the spiritual, cultural, and knowledge-erasing dimensions of what was done to groups like the Druids, the Cathars, the Eleusinian initiates, and even the Native American shamans and Amazonian medicine keepers.
Powerful deceivers destroyed the old texts, the scriptures, the people. But it proved much harder than they imagined. Political force wasn’t enough, so they resorted to murder. And still—it didn’t work. The people's traditions remained—their perception of the world the Shining Ones gifted them ran too deep. So the deceivers turned to deception.
To truly sever the people from their roots, they had to do more than burn scrolls or bury temples. They had to hijack the minds of the citizens. So, they destroyed, altered, and rewrote history to serve their agenda.
Their new scribes, converted by false promises, rewrote ancient documents. They forged a new religion. They branded the righteous and the pious as heretics. They scammed the elder ancestors and philosophers—still living—out of any influence over their kin. They stole the next generation.
They targeted the young—overtaking the imagination of a new generation with progress—with a new calendar—until they couldn’t remember where they came from.
They had to lasso the moon, too—seizing time itself. They dismantled the worldview and replaced it with a false one. And in doing so, they shattered the people’s very perception of reality.
And through all of this, the great philosophers of the classical era ruled the spiritual masses with piety, crafting more modern concepts of God and the divine. Their theology and practices became essential tools for the scribes of disinformation—for without their influence, the new system of worship could never have been accepted. In this way, the true teachings of our origins—preserved by the great philosophers who had been initiated into sacred rites and mystery cults by the direct descendants of demigods from Egypt and the Middle East—were filtered into the new Roman religion. But that new religion, Christianity, was necessarily overtaken by deceivers and those who make false promises. By integrating Greek philosophy and spirituality and banning the ancient mystery rites, they shaped it into something far removed from its original source.
And so... here we still are today. And so many of us feel something deeper stirring in the universe, even as others show no interest in understanding it at all. But there is great reason to take heed—for the gods, our ancestors, are soon to return. And the Earth now faces new celestial influences arriving in these very days, as if just around the corner.
And even if that is not enough, there is the great awakening at your final breath—the final remembering—when you pass back into the Otherworld. Without proper preparation, you may face confusion and be cast into a holding place, where you may drink the waters of forgetfulness once again.
The truth is encoded in the stars and preserved in fragments of the oldest stories. It is only when we gather these scattered pieces—from distant lands, forgotten temples, and ancient tongues—and gently scrub them with the lens of modern science, that the greater picture begins to emerge. What unfolds is not mere myth, but a vast and hidden reality—far greater than anything we are taught to believe. This is not just a tale of gods and legends. It is a war for reality itself. And it is reaching its climax. Celestial forces are moving. The veils are thinning. Everything is about to change. If we can remember our past, then we can recall the road to our future. I will help you remember, and I will take you there!
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I study ancients writings. Works like the Book of Enoch, the Sibylline Oracles, the Pyramid Texts, and the Popol Vuh—not as relics, but as warnings. I examine the lost knowledge of the Eleusinian Mysteries, the entheogenic rites of ancient prophets, and the forbidden sciences buried beneath theology and empire. I read the apocrypha and pseudepigrapha, and many other lost books. I question the Roman calendar, the Christian rewrite, the book of Revelation, and the cosmic amnesia they imposed.
You’ll find longform summaries of the work here. From Plato, remnants from Pythagoreans, visionary essays, rewritten transcripts, cosmic hypotheses, and deep summaries of suppressed or misread books. You’ll find alternative theories demystified in layman’s terms and how they parallel ancient oral traditions and writings from our indigenous cultures. Books like The Cosmic Winter, The Chemical Muse, and Sex and Eroticism in Ancient Egypt.
This isn’t pop history. This is resurrection through remembering. I’m not here to prove anything. I’m here to remember everything—and help you do the same. If you’ve ever looked up at the stars and felt like you were from somewhere else, you’re in the right place.
We are far more than our physical bodies—and most everyone in the old world knew so. This knowledge, once held as sacred truth, survived the cataclysm of the Younger Dryas. Through fire and flood, through the great pole shift and the celestial upheaval involving Venus, the wisdom endured.
As the world was rebuilt from the ashes, initiates carried forward the teachings that the soul is eternal, the cosmos alive, and the divine imprinted within us. And the people saw it—as they were taught to open the inner eye and journey to the Otherworld. In sacred rites, guided by plant, star, and song, they learned to commune with the unseen, to speak with our godly ancestors, and to remember what the flood could not wash away.
This process was the living resurrection—a sacred awakening in which salvation was found before death, not after, in the glorified realms of the Otherworld. It was a rebirth of the soul while still in the body, a conscious reunion with the divine spark within, a great crossing. Through this rite, initiates became twice-born: once of flesh, and once of spirit—free to live between worlds with clarity, no longer bound by fear of death or illusion.
Ancient traditions speak of powerful cosmic forces influencing Earth and human destiny—some physical, like comets and solar flares, and others spiritual, such as planetary energies, karmic memory fields, and divine intelligence known as the Elohim. Catastrophic events like pole shifts or “fire from the sky” were seen not as fixed outcomes, but as consequences of moral and spiritual imbalance. The Sun was regarded as more than a star—it was a spiritual gateway.
Prophecy also tells of the return of high beings—guardians or “Shining Ones”—who guide humanity through crisis. Through unity, righteousness, and sacred intention, divine help may be summoned, and the course of Earth’s future altered. However, we cannot summon these higher beings because our perception of reality has created a barrier between the Otherworld and the Earth.
Collectively, we have decided they do not exist or hailing them is impossible or sinful—so we are a far cry from easily summoning them. And yet, they are closer than our own breath. We are living in more than one world simultaneously: a great spiritual realm interwoven with this one, as near to us as heartbeat and thought. But we refuse to acknowledge it. Our perception has been tainted—clouded by false doctrines, inverted values, and a material reality that denies the soul. The sacred has not vanished; it has simply been veiled by our own forgetting.
More on this later… I’ll pause here. May the Goddess raise you up on the last day.
The Ice Age Harp
Sing, O Muse, on your harp, of the age long forgotten—of the days before memory faded like smoke.
Call forth the songs of old! When our breath carried no last.
O goddess Ki, globe-born of divine light, cloaked in seven-colored seas and sacred clay.
Your robe was the sky; your roots sank into rich soil; your naked body was the altar of life.
Hail to the Skyfathers of old, the keepers who raised you in good knowledge and righteous order—
those who guided you as a daughter of great Lords.
And behold, their descent to calm their restless spirits to the flesh and soil,
and from the great crossing, found rest in you—forever in your song.
And lo, with temples and stones they bejeweled you;
and on your lands, grew the tallest of wheat in your fields.
Let us rejoice in those who united the sphere with the heavens.
Glorious were the Skyfathers who braided your vines to perfection,
who fashioned honey to spread on maidens, and crafted holy wines of knowledge;
those stewards who ruled breaking not your spirit, and guiding us without chains.
Woe to them always! Of this age long forgotten—
when our mothers brought us forth in cries of rapture,
and their births were crowned in light, untouched by pain.
Hear us, O Muse! In this life and the next, let those glory days rise again;
Let us pierce the Divine veil, and let them descend from the great heavens once more!
–Lee Vaughn
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