Hi Elizabeth,
Here's a question about your post yesterday of all those Black Metal tattoos. This is a bit of a stretch, but it's just something that came to me all of a sudden, when I was waking up from a nap this afternoon. If you've ever heard of a guy named Edgar Cayce, he was a famous trance medium of the last century who had esp reception of thoughts and information come to him when he slept, and even moreso in the period of mental "twilight" when the mind is right in between sleep and wakefulness. He was very famous for making predictions and having foreknowledge of events, and other things too. So, maybe there is something to it, and maybe the idea that came to me means something after all.
When you posted the tattoo pics, it was after I'd written my blog. I don't know if you read it because the page views still say "zero" for yesterday and today, but anyway, when I saw the tattoo pics, I thought "maybe this has some meaning" re: my blog and all the stuff I brought up. But then after spinning it around in my head, I couldn't figure out any meaning at all, and so I just figured it was an ordinary FB "like" by you, because I know you like tattoos and I know you like Black Metal.
I kind of let it go, and figured that maybe you hadn't even read my blog yet. And I am still not sure, but let me tell you what came to me right as I was waking up from my nap. This is kinda interesting, because it's almost like an esp communication, even if I'm wrong : I was waking up, and not even thinking of anything in particular except waking up, and all of a sudden a thought just flashed through my mind.
Tattoos and the guy I mentioned. You know which guy I mean so I don't have to keep bringing him up (sorry about that). But anyway, I remembered that, in the tattoos, there were a lot of triangles, which are of course half a pentagram. But that motif, the triangle, was in almost all the tattoo pictures, I think.
So, I turned on my computer at Pearl's, and found the tattoo picture, and then I found the guy's picture. Now, he didn't have any tattoos visible in the picture, but he is wearing a t-shirt that does feature the triangle motif. So, shades of an Edgar Cayce experience for me.
So, my question, even if farfetched, is this : With the tattoo post, were you saying that you "liked" the guy's FB post because you liked the t-shirt he was wearing? Maybe it's a t-shirt of a band or something?
Because that's what I seemed to "get" as I woke from my nap. I mean, I know he's your friend (and forget if I don't like him, that's not important at the moment), but I just am wondering if your post of the tattoo pics last night was meant as an explanation? We used to have pretty good esp, you and I (or psi, as I like to call it), so maybe it's still working.
Anyhow, I hope you read this blog. I don't know if you've even read the last one yet, but at any rate, I am gonna go for my walk before it rains, and then I will be back here until 9:45, and then back at Pearl's.
(back in a bit)
11:45pm : I guess my intuition was wrong after all. Either that or you haven't read this blog. I don't know what's going on any more........
Oh well.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Communication
Hi Elizabeth,
I am sorry I didn't post today, except for the very brief one from this afternoon. I don't know if you saw it or not, but either way, I suppose I should explain a few things that I am feeling of late. I guess the main problem is that I just don't know what's going on anymore, with how you feel about me. The problem, as always, is communication, and it just seems to me that ever since you got back from Europe, and even before that really, on any given day - often as not - you may or may not post. Basically, it's pretty close to 50% of the time you don't post.
So that's why I've been just skipping days, like last Saturday, or yesterday. I wasn't upset on either of those days, but I've reached the point where, because your non-posting days are so frequent, I just feel like, "well, what can I say"? I can write what I did that day, I suppose, but it's hard when I have so many days with nothing to respond to, and as I've said umpteen times by now, who wants to read about my daily details, which are basically the same from day to day.
So, I still have tried to write every day, and post on FB, but there have been a few days when I just couldn't think of anything to say.
Some things, though, I just don't get. As I say, I was not upset when I didn't post on Saturday or yesterday, just at a loss for what to write, but today I was upset. I was upset because you didn't post all day yesterday, and then you finally do post, and it's a picture of Aurelien Di Sanzo. He is not my favorite guy, and I know he's your friend, but I just wanna be able to understand what's going on. I saw his comments when you were in Europe, about you two "not being so far apart anymore", and then when you posted that you were gonna backpack in France, he commented for you to come visit him. At the time, I just figured why say anything, because you didn't seem to respond to his comments (other than "like"), and also it was your special trip - you were having fun and a lifetime experience. But now here we are in 2015, and he's still there. I am sorry to say I am not too fond of the guy, even though I don't know him. I've seen his FB a couple times, and I've seen some of the things he posts, and he sounds to me like he doesn't have more than three or four brain cells in his head. Sorry about that, but it's my opinion, and in my years on the planet I've become a pretty good judge of character. I also know he's "cute", or what girls would consider cute, and I am 55 and way older. He's a guy who I can see is not gonna go away, and I know he's your friend and it should be expected that you would find guys your own age attractive. But I am just not gonna compete for your attention with a guy like him. I'm too old for that kind of stuff.
I sometimes wonder if, by not posting much anymore, you are trying to tell me something. Back in February 2013, when you intimated with that first Sam Cooke post that you had feelings for me, I was over the moon as you know. Our communication, even though it was symbolic and not direct, was constant and fun. That was why I set up Internet service at home, and got a second computer for here at Pearl's. I thought eventually we'd have direct IM communication like we had in 2012. I was even prepared to wait indefinitely for that to happen, and I still am. But over the last six months or so, even the symbolic communication has tapered off to the point where I had to ask you recently if your heart was still in it.
Elizabeth, if you don't see me that way (as a boyfriend), it's okay to say so. It's only natural for a girl to find guys her own age attractive, and vice-versa. Johan has got a humongous crush on you. He doesn't bother me though, because he seems to be a gentleman and also to have some brains, more than the other guy for sure.
But I mean, you didn't post anything over Valentine's Day weekend, no posts at all, and that seems to be the general direction things are going in, and then today you post this Aurelien guy, and I just wonder if you are trying to tell me something. You never have to just humor me. The last thing I want to do is make a fool out of myself. But I've been hoping for 2 1/2 years now that at some point we could talk again like we did in 2012, and the reality is that the communication seems to be going in the other direction, becoming less and less frequent instead of increasing.
I've said before that I know that the stuff I am interested in and like to write about may not be of interest to you. I realise that, and I also realise that, again, you've got your music covered with Paul and all your local musician friends, and your movies covered with Brian and his friends, and so you don't need me for that. The thing is, you know those guys, and I'm just a guy out there on the Internet. That's what I often feel like. What I wonder, and I might as well go ahead and ask it, is how do you feel about ever having real communication again? Do you feel as if you'd ever like to really talk to me? I just want to know where I stand, is all. Because you sure don't seem to have a problem talking to any of your other friends on Facebook; just me. I know your folks had some kind of meltdown back in Fall 2012, or at least that was hinted at by you, but two and a half years have gone by since then. You are now 22. I know you still live under Mom's roof and therefore her rules apply (if she has made such a rule), but all I am asking is do you see yourself at some point actually wanting to talk to me again? I hope so, but if the answer is no, I understand.
The thing is, I would (and will) still be here anyway for you. Everything I have written to you since Fall 2012 has been on faith, with a hope someday for a reply. When I said recently (I think it was when I asked if your heart was still in it) that my love for you is "permanent", well that's the truth. I will always do anything for you. As of this writing, nothing whatsoever has changed on my part, except for my noticing the sharp decline in the days-per-week you post, and wondering where I stand as a result. Then today, seeing a "like" from you of that guy's picture, after you didn't post all day yesterday, and knowing the comments he made while you were in Europe. Please remember, I don't want to get between you and any friend of yours, even if it's someone I think is a tool. I just don't understand why, if you still feel the same way about me, it often seems like you'd rather be talking to all those other guys rather than me.
Nothing has changed on my part (really), but I think what would go a long way would be for you to ask yourself if you really do ever wanna talk to me in real life. Be truthful with yourself. If the answer is yes, then I can wait for whenever the day comes that we can talk. But if the answer is no, that you'd rather just keep it the way it is, then I will still be here for you, and I will still write, and I will still post on FB, and I will still love you regardless, and I will always do anything for you. But if things are just gonna stay the way they are, with declining communication, and I feel like I have to compete with a guy like Aurelien Di Sanzo, then my output is gonna suffer as a result. I'm sorry to have to say all of this, but as always, it's better that I say it than just bottle it all up and get frustrated.
The last thing I wanna say tonight is congratulations on your next music video. I have said you are "off and running" and it's true! Just keep doing what you are doing, you are already living it!
I Love You, Elizabeth. Never forget that. It's just all about communication with me, and not wanting to compete with a bunch of young guys, and not wanting to feel like I'm part of a Facebook crowd.
That's all I wanted to say for tonight, but no worries - it's all good however it turns out. :):)
I am sorry I didn't post today, except for the very brief one from this afternoon. I don't know if you saw it or not, but either way, I suppose I should explain a few things that I am feeling of late. I guess the main problem is that I just don't know what's going on anymore, with how you feel about me. The problem, as always, is communication, and it just seems to me that ever since you got back from Europe, and even before that really, on any given day - often as not - you may or may not post. Basically, it's pretty close to 50% of the time you don't post.
So that's why I've been just skipping days, like last Saturday, or yesterday. I wasn't upset on either of those days, but I've reached the point where, because your non-posting days are so frequent, I just feel like, "well, what can I say"? I can write what I did that day, I suppose, but it's hard when I have so many days with nothing to respond to, and as I've said umpteen times by now, who wants to read about my daily details, which are basically the same from day to day.
So, I still have tried to write every day, and post on FB, but there have been a few days when I just couldn't think of anything to say.
Some things, though, I just don't get. As I say, I was not upset when I didn't post on Saturday or yesterday, just at a loss for what to write, but today I was upset. I was upset because you didn't post all day yesterday, and then you finally do post, and it's a picture of Aurelien Di Sanzo. He is not my favorite guy, and I know he's your friend, but I just wanna be able to understand what's going on. I saw his comments when you were in Europe, about you two "not being so far apart anymore", and then when you posted that you were gonna backpack in France, he commented for you to come visit him. At the time, I just figured why say anything, because you didn't seem to respond to his comments (other than "like"), and also it was your special trip - you were having fun and a lifetime experience. But now here we are in 2015, and he's still there. I am sorry to say I am not too fond of the guy, even though I don't know him. I've seen his FB a couple times, and I've seen some of the things he posts, and he sounds to me like he doesn't have more than three or four brain cells in his head. Sorry about that, but it's my opinion, and in my years on the planet I've become a pretty good judge of character. I also know he's "cute", or what girls would consider cute, and I am 55 and way older. He's a guy who I can see is not gonna go away, and I know he's your friend and it should be expected that you would find guys your own age attractive. But I am just not gonna compete for your attention with a guy like him. I'm too old for that kind of stuff.
I sometimes wonder if, by not posting much anymore, you are trying to tell me something. Back in February 2013, when you intimated with that first Sam Cooke post that you had feelings for me, I was over the moon as you know. Our communication, even though it was symbolic and not direct, was constant and fun. That was why I set up Internet service at home, and got a second computer for here at Pearl's. I thought eventually we'd have direct IM communication like we had in 2012. I was even prepared to wait indefinitely for that to happen, and I still am. But over the last six months or so, even the symbolic communication has tapered off to the point where I had to ask you recently if your heart was still in it.
Elizabeth, if you don't see me that way (as a boyfriend), it's okay to say so. It's only natural for a girl to find guys her own age attractive, and vice-versa. Johan has got a humongous crush on you. He doesn't bother me though, because he seems to be a gentleman and also to have some brains, more than the other guy for sure.
But I mean, you didn't post anything over Valentine's Day weekend, no posts at all, and that seems to be the general direction things are going in, and then today you post this Aurelien guy, and I just wonder if you are trying to tell me something. You never have to just humor me. The last thing I want to do is make a fool out of myself. But I've been hoping for 2 1/2 years now that at some point we could talk again like we did in 2012, and the reality is that the communication seems to be going in the other direction, becoming less and less frequent instead of increasing.
I've said before that I know that the stuff I am interested in and like to write about may not be of interest to you. I realise that, and I also realise that, again, you've got your music covered with Paul and all your local musician friends, and your movies covered with Brian and his friends, and so you don't need me for that. The thing is, you know those guys, and I'm just a guy out there on the Internet. That's what I often feel like. What I wonder, and I might as well go ahead and ask it, is how do you feel about ever having real communication again? Do you feel as if you'd ever like to really talk to me? I just want to know where I stand, is all. Because you sure don't seem to have a problem talking to any of your other friends on Facebook; just me. I know your folks had some kind of meltdown back in Fall 2012, or at least that was hinted at by you, but two and a half years have gone by since then. You are now 22. I know you still live under Mom's roof and therefore her rules apply (if she has made such a rule), but all I am asking is do you see yourself at some point actually wanting to talk to me again? I hope so, but if the answer is no, I understand.
The thing is, I would (and will) still be here anyway for you. Everything I have written to you since Fall 2012 has been on faith, with a hope someday for a reply. When I said recently (I think it was when I asked if your heart was still in it) that my love for you is "permanent", well that's the truth. I will always do anything for you. As of this writing, nothing whatsoever has changed on my part, except for my noticing the sharp decline in the days-per-week you post, and wondering where I stand as a result. Then today, seeing a "like" from you of that guy's picture, after you didn't post all day yesterday, and knowing the comments he made while you were in Europe. Please remember, I don't want to get between you and any friend of yours, even if it's someone I think is a tool. I just don't understand why, if you still feel the same way about me, it often seems like you'd rather be talking to all those other guys rather than me.
Nothing has changed on my part (really), but I think what would go a long way would be for you to ask yourself if you really do ever wanna talk to me in real life. Be truthful with yourself. If the answer is yes, then I can wait for whenever the day comes that we can talk. But if the answer is no, that you'd rather just keep it the way it is, then I will still be here for you, and I will still write, and I will still post on FB, and I will still love you regardless, and I will always do anything for you. But if things are just gonna stay the way they are, with declining communication, and I feel like I have to compete with a guy like Aurelien Di Sanzo, then my output is gonna suffer as a result. I'm sorry to have to say all of this, but as always, it's better that I say it than just bottle it all up and get frustrated.
The last thing I wanna say tonight is congratulations on your next music video. I have said you are "off and running" and it's true! Just keep doing what you are doing, you are already living it!
I Love You, Elizabeth. Never forget that. It's just all about communication with me, and not wanting to compete with a bunch of young guys, and not wanting to feel like I'm part of a Facebook crowd.
That's all I wanted to say for tonight, but no worries - it's all good however it turns out. :):)
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Tuesday Afternoon Love (Chris Farley, Badger) (Sweet Dreams)
Good Afternoon, my Darling,
Okay, I see I got it wrong, lol. The Molly picture is not on Flickr but on your professional website, and rightly so. I guess you agree with me that it's a great photo. The other thing I got wrong is that she is on the bottom left-center. I said right-center, I think. But a great pic any way you look at it!
I am home after picking Pearl up from Golden Agers. Just gonna chill for a bit, then do half my walk. Grimsley wants me to listen to the new Venom album, he just left a long phone message about it, so I will look for some Youtubes even though I haven't listened to those guys in years, haha.
That's all for now, Sweet Baby. I Love You and I'll check back in a little later!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
7:55pm : Hey, Badger Girl, did you see the Wisconsin Football post I liked on FB a couple hours ago? Too funny! I mean, I just got done saying two nights ago that Grimsley had brought over his "Best Of Chris Farley" tape, and of course the famous "Matt Foley" sketch was on it. So that's just a heck of a coincidence and also a riot that your football team would post that clip just two days later. :)
I don't know if you've seen much Chris Farley or if you would even think he was funny if you have seen him. He was at his most famous when you were about two or three years old. We guys of course loved him. He may be more of a "guy thing", I dunno. I'm sure you've seen me post the Saturday Night Live sketch of "That Herlihy Boy" before. That's my favorite sketch with him. But his most famous was probably "Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker", and the line ".....and I live in a VAN, down by THE RIVER!" is an all-time classic.
I hope you are enjoying your evening. I am reading my book which is fascinating, and I will go for the rest of my walk at about 9 or so. Usual schedule, then back later on when I get settled in at Pearl's.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
11:55pm : Happy Late Night, Sweet Baby. Okay, here is another coincidence that you were probably aware of, but I was not. Chris Farley was from Madison, Wisconsin. That's what it says on his IMDB. I had always thought he was from Chicago (close enough, I know) because I think he was living there for a while, and maybe when he died. Anyway, pretty cool! Cause he was one of the funniest guys of all time. Hopefully, there is some kind of memorial marker in town, perhaps at a local club or something.
I am listening to the beginning of a piece I had never heard of until today, "Die Schopfung" (The Creation) by Franz Joseph Haydn. It is an oratorio, and I am really enjoying listening to this kind of singing right now, even though this particular piece, as I am hearing it for the first time, features a lot of heavy German syntax. It seems to work better in the rapid-fire soprano sections vs. the more slowly enunciated solo male voices.
Let's do some singing, Sweet Baby! That would be awesome. :):)
That's all I know for tonight. Sweet Dreams, and I will see you in the morn as always.
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Okay, I see I got it wrong, lol. The Molly picture is not on Flickr but on your professional website, and rightly so. I guess you agree with me that it's a great photo. The other thing I got wrong is that she is on the bottom left-center. I said right-center, I think. But a great pic any way you look at it!
I am home after picking Pearl up from Golden Agers. Just gonna chill for a bit, then do half my walk. Grimsley wants me to listen to the new Venom album, he just left a long phone message about it, so I will look for some Youtubes even though I haven't listened to those guys in years, haha.
That's all for now, Sweet Baby. I Love You and I'll check back in a little later!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
7:55pm : Hey, Badger Girl, did you see the Wisconsin Football post I liked on FB a couple hours ago? Too funny! I mean, I just got done saying two nights ago that Grimsley had brought over his "Best Of Chris Farley" tape, and of course the famous "Matt Foley" sketch was on it. So that's just a heck of a coincidence and also a riot that your football team would post that clip just two days later. :)
I don't know if you've seen much Chris Farley or if you would even think he was funny if you have seen him. He was at his most famous when you were about two or three years old. We guys of course loved him. He may be more of a "guy thing", I dunno. I'm sure you've seen me post the Saturday Night Live sketch of "That Herlihy Boy" before. That's my favorite sketch with him. But his most famous was probably "Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker", and the line ".....and I live in a VAN, down by THE RIVER!" is an all-time classic.
I hope you are enjoying your evening. I am reading my book which is fascinating, and I will go for the rest of my walk at about 9 or so. Usual schedule, then back later on when I get settled in at Pearl's.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
11:55pm : Happy Late Night, Sweet Baby. Okay, here is another coincidence that you were probably aware of, but I was not. Chris Farley was from Madison, Wisconsin. That's what it says on his IMDB. I had always thought he was from Chicago (close enough, I know) because I think he was living there for a while, and maybe when he died. Anyway, pretty cool! Cause he was one of the funniest guys of all time. Hopefully, there is some kind of memorial marker in town, perhaps at a local club or something.
I am listening to the beginning of a piece I had never heard of until today, "Die Schopfung" (The Creation) by Franz Joseph Haydn. It is an oratorio, and I am really enjoying listening to this kind of singing right now, even though this particular piece, as I am hearing it for the first time, features a lot of heavy German syntax. It seems to work better in the rapid-fire soprano sections vs. the more slowly enunciated solo male voices.
Let's do some singing, Sweet Baby! That would be awesome. :):)
That's all I know for tonight. Sweet Dreams, and I will see you in the morn as always.
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Monday, February 23, 2015
Rainy Monday Movie (Pulsars)
Hey, Sweet Baby,
Just checking in to say hi from Pearl's. It's been a rainy day, so I stayed in and watched a movie : "The Man From London" by a Hungarian director named Bela Tarr. I'd heard of him for a while, but this was the first film I've ever seen by him. Wow. Boy is he different! The movie is super slow, but rhythmic, and it has a mesmerising effect on you. It's not for everybody, but it has some truly great black and white photography, and once it gets going you can't take your eyes off it. It was so good that I just found and ordered two more Bela Tarr films from the Libe.
Well, time to feed critters and get situated. I hope you are having a nice day. :)
I Love You and will talk to you in a little while. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxo :):)
Midnight : Happy Late Night. I forgot to mention yesterday that I was looking at your Flickr page, and you have one shot of Hannah's little sister that is really great. It's her, surrounded by purple flowers which fill the frame, and I believe she is positioned in the lower center/right side. An excellent shot. Both those sisters have been great models for you, and that pic is a standout. I hope you keep putting more up, of all kinds.
I have gotta do it, too! Once I get going, I will be unstoppable all year. :)
Tonight I read part of another book I got from the Libe : "Decoding The Message Of The Pulsars" by Dr. Paul LaViolette. It's pretty far out but entirely scientific, the idea that Pulsars - collapsed stars that have been been discovered (in 1967) to be sending precisely measured radio "pulses", signals which occur at regular, continuous intervals, may be a communications network for an advanced civilization, somewhere out there in the Universe.
Everything I am reading of late seems to point to this conclusion; that once an understanding of what I will call field systems - electricity, magnetism, resistance and interference, rotation, torsion, and the long distance tension balance between all these factors - is reached by a civilization, then long distance manipulation of these Universal systems becomes possible.
That's what guys like Dr. Farrell and Paul LaViolette are writing about, the ability to harness the energy of a spinning solar system, or a star, or even a galaxy. When I was very small, perhaps three years old, one of the very first toys my Dad gave me was a gyroscope, and once you got the hang of spinning it in what seemed like simultaneous but non-uniform directions, you could instinctively feel the tension aspect of what I am talking about, the way the spins of various systems play off of one another to cause a push and pull effect throughout any given star system. It's like a combination of Connect The Dots and the kid's game of Cat's Cradle, where strings or yarn are wrapped around fingers and manipulated elastically.
Once this basic idea is comprehended, that any Universal system (solar system, galaxy) is all tension-connected through electromagnetism generated by rotation, then one can picture in one's mind the lines of force that connect one spinning planetary body to another, and those two to a third, and so on.
It's connect the dots, all through the Universe, through forces created by spin.
It is interesting that invention seems to have exponential results. I mean, since the airplane we went from the Wright Brothers to jets to going to the Moon in a mere 60 years. Think about that for a moment. And now we are beginning to understand the Universal Relay System that is Lines Of Force. Elasticity, Tension, and Relay.
Perhaps we are not the only people in the Universe who have ever come to understand this idea. And perhaps a civilisation is out there already, with advanced knowledge and tech"knowledge'y (the knowledge of touch), who understand how to manipulate not just forces on their own planet, but know how to transfer those same electromagnetic forces to a solar system, or even a star system.
Or to Pulsars, to use them as beacons to communicate through the common language of radio transmission.
I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams and I will see you in the morn. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Just checking in to say hi from Pearl's. It's been a rainy day, so I stayed in and watched a movie : "The Man From London" by a Hungarian director named Bela Tarr. I'd heard of him for a while, but this was the first film I've ever seen by him. Wow. Boy is he different! The movie is super slow, but rhythmic, and it has a mesmerising effect on you. It's not for everybody, but it has some truly great black and white photography, and once it gets going you can't take your eyes off it. It was so good that I just found and ordered two more Bela Tarr films from the Libe.
Well, time to feed critters and get situated. I hope you are having a nice day. :)
I Love You and will talk to you in a little while. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxo :):)
Midnight : Happy Late Night. I forgot to mention yesterday that I was looking at your Flickr page, and you have one shot of Hannah's little sister that is really great. It's her, surrounded by purple flowers which fill the frame, and I believe she is positioned in the lower center/right side. An excellent shot. Both those sisters have been great models for you, and that pic is a standout. I hope you keep putting more up, of all kinds.
I have gotta do it, too! Once I get going, I will be unstoppable all year. :)
Tonight I read part of another book I got from the Libe : "Decoding The Message Of The Pulsars" by Dr. Paul LaViolette. It's pretty far out but entirely scientific, the idea that Pulsars - collapsed stars that have been been discovered (in 1967) to be sending precisely measured radio "pulses", signals which occur at regular, continuous intervals, may be a communications network for an advanced civilization, somewhere out there in the Universe.
Everything I am reading of late seems to point to this conclusion; that once an understanding of what I will call field systems - electricity, magnetism, resistance and interference, rotation, torsion, and the long distance tension balance between all these factors - is reached by a civilization, then long distance manipulation of these Universal systems becomes possible.
That's what guys like Dr. Farrell and Paul LaViolette are writing about, the ability to harness the energy of a spinning solar system, or a star, or even a galaxy. When I was very small, perhaps three years old, one of the very first toys my Dad gave me was a gyroscope, and once you got the hang of spinning it in what seemed like simultaneous but non-uniform directions, you could instinctively feel the tension aspect of what I am talking about, the way the spins of various systems play off of one another to cause a push and pull effect throughout any given star system. It's like a combination of Connect The Dots and the kid's game of Cat's Cradle, where strings or yarn are wrapped around fingers and manipulated elastically.
Once this basic idea is comprehended, that any Universal system (solar system, galaxy) is all tension-connected through electromagnetism generated by rotation, then one can picture in one's mind the lines of force that connect one spinning planetary body to another, and those two to a third, and so on.
It's connect the dots, all through the Universe, through forces created by spin.
It is interesting that invention seems to have exponential results. I mean, since the airplane we went from the Wright Brothers to jets to going to the Moon in a mere 60 years. Think about that for a moment. And now we are beginning to understand the Universal Relay System that is Lines Of Force. Elasticity, Tension, and Relay.
Perhaps we are not the only people in the Universe who have ever come to understand this idea. And perhaps a civilisation is out there already, with advanced knowledge and tech"knowledge'y (the knowledge of touch), who understand how to manipulate not just forces on their own planet, but know how to transfer those same electromagnetic forces to a solar system, or even a star system.
Or to Pulsars, to use them as beacons to communicate through the common language of radio transmission.
I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams and I will see you in the morn. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Sunday Sweet Babyism + Choir + Oscars (mid-show hello) (acting + sweet dreams)
Happy Sunday Afternoon, Sweet Baby!,
I am back from choir practice. We are learning a modern cantata called "Out Of The Shadows" by a guy named John Purifoy. I might have mentioned that before, but anyway, man - there's a lot to learn cause it's a 32 minute piece with many different songs. It sounds like something John Williams might compose if he were composing church music. Those tenor contermelodies, boy you've really gotta pay attention because the notes jump around, and sometimes you are singing higher than the sopranos. I didn't know before I joined (because I knew nothing about choral music) but the highest notes in any given piece are tenor notes.
So I'm all sung out at the moment, but I'm having a lot of fun. :)
Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I just figured you were busy, and also Grimsley came over last night because he wanted me to watch a "Best Of Chris Farley" tape he has, so by the time that was over, and I did my walk, I was kind of toast, and I knew I had to get up for choir today.
But now I'm back, and so is my Sweet Baby. Your post was the first thing I saw when I turned on my computer this morn. Nothing makes me happier than seeing that my Baby is back with me! :):)
I am now gonna clean up my messy apartment, then maybe do part of my walk before heading back to Pearl's at 4:30. Tonight, I will be there til about 8 or 8:30, because we are gonna watch the Oscars. Then I'll come home for an hour or so, to finish my walk. Who do you think will win?
Here are my picks :
Best Picture : "Boyhood" (I haven't seen it, but it's getting all the buzz)
Best Actor : Michael Keaton for "Birdman" (I did see it and thought he was great)
Best Actress : Julianne Moore for "Still Alice" (Haven't seen it but they say she is great)
Supporting Actor : J.K. Simmons for "Whiplash" (Haven't seen it. He's getting the buzz)
Supporting Actress : Patricia Arquette (ditto above)
Best Director : Alejandro Inarritu for "Birdman" (it's usually the director of the Best Picture, but not this time).
So those are my picks for who will win. I've only seen one of the major nominees, lol ("Birdman"), so I am rooting for it, and I'm rooting for "Interstellar" in all the technical categories in which it's nominated.
"American Sniper" could come out of the blue and surprise everybody, though. I haven't seen it but know it's been politicised, so that could work against it, but it's saying something when a Liberal New Ager from The People's Republic of Santa Monica - my sister - calls it the best movie of the year.
I kid about Vickie. She is a Democrat, and is from Santa Monica (one of the leftest-wing and most New Age parts of the USA), but she's no extremist of any sort. She's pretty level headed.
But yeah, watch the Oscars! It's always a fun show.
I will check after I get back to Pearl's, my Darling. I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
7pm : Hey, my Baby, just a quick check in, mid-show. Are you enjoying it so far? I think Neil Patrick Harris is doing a good job. His opening number was great, and he's got the right sense of humor for Oscar. So far I've got both my acting picks right, but it's pretty easy to do because they practically tell you who's gonna win beforehand. Anyway, back to the show. Talk to you in a while! :):)
12:10am : Happy Late Night. Well, I am glad "Birdman" won Best Picture, though I was really surprised Keaton did not win the Best Actor award. I am sure Eddie Redmayne's performance must be fantastic, but the Academy always seems to lean toward that type of technical acting, where one of these incredibly talented British actors can basically inhabit a real life person, as Daniel Day-Lewis did when he won for "My Left Foot" back in 1989. I'm not saying it isn't phenomenal acting, because it is, but it is also copying in a sense, or aping. Dustin Hoffman won, too, for "Rain Man", when he studied the behavior of autistic savants, and because he is highly talented, he was able to ape it comepletely, and become "Rain Man". And it is great acting, when actors can pull off such a role. But what Michael Keaton did was create a great fictional character from scratch. And I think in some ways, while that may or may not be "harder" than technically great acting, it's more memorable.
Aww, heck, I dunno. :)
I'm still in Ozu land, lol. I only saw one Oscar picture from the main catagories, but all in all a great show.
Who knew Lady Gaga could sing like that? Wow. She's got Barbra Streisand pipes.
Well, Sweet Baby, that's Show Biz. And that's all I know for tonight in rainy Reseda. I will see you in the morn, and you know I love, love, love - Triple Love - you!
Sweet Dreams. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I am back from choir practice. We are learning a modern cantata called "Out Of The Shadows" by a guy named John Purifoy. I might have mentioned that before, but anyway, man - there's a lot to learn cause it's a 32 minute piece with many different songs. It sounds like something John Williams might compose if he were composing church music. Those tenor contermelodies, boy you've really gotta pay attention because the notes jump around, and sometimes you are singing higher than the sopranos. I didn't know before I joined (because I knew nothing about choral music) but the highest notes in any given piece are tenor notes.
So I'm all sung out at the moment, but I'm having a lot of fun. :)
Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I just figured you were busy, and also Grimsley came over last night because he wanted me to watch a "Best Of Chris Farley" tape he has, so by the time that was over, and I did my walk, I was kind of toast, and I knew I had to get up for choir today.
But now I'm back, and so is my Sweet Baby. Your post was the first thing I saw when I turned on my computer this morn. Nothing makes me happier than seeing that my Baby is back with me! :):)
I am now gonna clean up my messy apartment, then maybe do part of my walk before heading back to Pearl's at 4:30. Tonight, I will be there til about 8 or 8:30, because we are gonna watch the Oscars. Then I'll come home for an hour or so, to finish my walk. Who do you think will win?
Here are my picks :
Best Picture : "Boyhood" (I haven't seen it, but it's getting all the buzz)
Best Actor : Michael Keaton for "Birdman" (I did see it and thought he was great)
Best Actress : Julianne Moore for "Still Alice" (Haven't seen it but they say she is great)
Supporting Actor : J.K. Simmons for "Whiplash" (Haven't seen it. He's getting the buzz)
Supporting Actress : Patricia Arquette (ditto above)
Best Director : Alejandro Inarritu for "Birdman" (it's usually the director of the Best Picture, but not this time).
So those are my picks for who will win. I've only seen one of the major nominees, lol ("Birdman"), so I am rooting for it, and I'm rooting for "Interstellar" in all the technical categories in which it's nominated.
"American Sniper" could come out of the blue and surprise everybody, though. I haven't seen it but know it's been politicised, so that could work against it, but it's saying something when a Liberal New Ager from The People's Republic of Santa Monica - my sister - calls it the best movie of the year.
I kid about Vickie. She is a Democrat, and is from Santa Monica (one of the leftest-wing and most New Age parts of the USA), but she's no extremist of any sort. She's pretty level headed.
But yeah, watch the Oscars! It's always a fun show.
I will check after I get back to Pearl's, my Darling. I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
7pm : Hey, my Baby, just a quick check in, mid-show. Are you enjoying it so far? I think Neil Patrick Harris is doing a good job. His opening number was great, and he's got the right sense of humor for Oscar. So far I've got both my acting picks right, but it's pretty easy to do because they practically tell you who's gonna win beforehand. Anyway, back to the show. Talk to you in a while! :):)
12:10am : Happy Late Night. Well, I am glad "Birdman" won Best Picture, though I was really surprised Keaton did not win the Best Actor award. I am sure Eddie Redmayne's performance must be fantastic, but the Academy always seems to lean toward that type of technical acting, where one of these incredibly talented British actors can basically inhabit a real life person, as Daniel Day-Lewis did when he won for "My Left Foot" back in 1989. I'm not saying it isn't phenomenal acting, because it is, but it is also copying in a sense, or aping. Dustin Hoffman won, too, for "Rain Man", when he studied the behavior of autistic savants, and because he is highly talented, he was able to ape it comepletely, and become "Rain Man". And it is great acting, when actors can pull off such a role. But what Michael Keaton did was create a great fictional character from scratch. And I think in some ways, while that may or may not be "harder" than technically great acting, it's more memorable.
Aww, heck, I dunno. :)
I'm still in Ozu land, lol. I only saw one Oscar picture from the main catagories, but all in all a great show.
Who knew Lady Gaga could sing like that? Wow. She's got Barbra Streisand pipes.
Well, Sweet Baby, that's Show Biz. And that's all I know for tonight in rainy Reseda. I will see you in the morn, and you know I love, love, love - Triple Love - you!
Sweet Dreams. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Friday, February 20, 2015
Friday Night Love From Home (Sweet Dreams)
Okay, Sweet Baby,
I am home. 'Twas a busy day, but now I have the evening off and tomorrow, too. Today, taking the Good Boy out to Le Groomer, waiting on the central heating service guy, and getting the house nice and neat. I always like to leave things squared away before my day off. I should mention that my sister Vickie called last night to say she'd been in a car accident, but she is 100% okay, so no worries. Her car is toast, though. But, she has a rental to use while she looks for a new one. Somebody ran into her while she was stopped at an intersection. Luckily he was only going 25 mph.
I hope you had a nice day and are enjoying your evening. I absolutely loved that quote this morning - it's very much like the feeling one takes away from an Ozu film, a way of looking at a situation from two sides and seeing the positive.
You are definitely on the inside of the eggshell, Elizabeth. :) I like the way you think and the way you look at life.
Well, I am gonna finish getting situated here, then maybe watch a movie or check Redbox. I've got an email code for a free movie......
I will be around most of the eve, though, except for my walk, which I may wait until 10 or so to do.
I Love You! Continue to enjoy your evening. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
12:16 am : Another film I was reminded of, re: Ozu, was "The Wind Rises" by Miyazaki. I remember last year asking if you'd seen it. If you haven't, buy or rent the dvd immediately. Also, do not watch movies on computer, as seems to be the conventional method nowdays, but is not a good way to watch. Always watch on a TV set, or in a movie theater.
But yeah, definitely see "The Wind Rises". It's like Miyazaki doing Ozu, and you will see what I mean. It's Miyazaki's only "real life" film, and one of his very best.
Nothing else to report tonight, I did not end up watching a movie myself, but just relaxing. See you in the morning, my Darling.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I am home. 'Twas a busy day, but now I have the evening off and tomorrow, too. Today, taking the Good Boy out to Le Groomer, waiting on the central heating service guy, and getting the house nice and neat. I always like to leave things squared away before my day off. I should mention that my sister Vickie called last night to say she'd been in a car accident, but she is 100% okay, so no worries. Her car is toast, though. But, she has a rental to use while she looks for a new one. Somebody ran into her while she was stopped at an intersection. Luckily he was only going 25 mph.
I hope you had a nice day and are enjoying your evening. I absolutely loved that quote this morning - it's very much like the feeling one takes away from an Ozu film, a way of looking at a situation from two sides and seeing the positive.
You are definitely on the inside of the eggshell, Elizabeth. :) I like the way you think and the way you look at life.
Well, I am gonna finish getting situated here, then maybe watch a movie or check Redbox. I've got an email code for a free movie......
I will be around most of the eve, though, except for my walk, which I may wait until 10 or so to do.
I Love You! Continue to enjoy your evening. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
12:16 am : Another film I was reminded of, re: Ozu, was "The Wind Rises" by Miyazaki. I remember last year asking if you'd seen it. If you haven't, buy or rent the dvd immediately. Also, do not watch movies on computer, as seems to be the conventional method nowdays, but is not a good way to watch. Always watch on a TV set, or in a movie theater.
But yeah, definitely see "The Wind Rises". It's like Miyazaki doing Ozu, and you will see what I mean. It's Miyazaki's only "real life" film, and one of his very best.
Nothing else to report tonight, I did not end up watching a movie myself, but just relaxing. See you in the morning, my Darling.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Thursday Afternoon Love (Ozu)
Good Afternoon, my Darling,
I'm at Pearl's already. She got out of the hair salon at 3:30, so I figured I'd just stay here rather than go home for a few minutes and then all the way back. I hope you are having a good day. I've seen the weather reports from the Great Lakes area, and I know it's really cold right now, so I hope you are hanging in there, and I also hope you get a break from it asap.
Tonight is movie night, and we will once again be seeing a double feature, Ozu's "The Only Son" and "There Was A Father". Many of his films have family as a theme. Both are of moderate length, 90 minutes each, so I should be out of the theater by 10:15 or so, and back at Pearl's by 10:45. So I will write at the usual time.
I had fun thinking and writing about all those old books last night. That was awesome!
Enjoy your evening, Sweet Baby, and I will see you in just a little while. Here for now til 6:30.
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Midnight : Happy Late Night, my Darling, if you are still awake. We saw two more quietly powerful Ozu films tonight, the titles mentioned above. Both stories dealt with a parent and a child in school, and the sacrifices the parent must make in order for the child to succeed. These tales take place in poverty stricken Japan in the post-Depression years just before the war. One of Ozu's stylistic quirks was to repeat his themes, and these two films could be viewed as companion pieces because they both have the same theme, though different details. In "The Only Son", the parent is a mother who works in a textile factory. She has a very bright son she hopes to put through middle school, which in Japan you had to pay for. In "There Was A Father", the parent is obviously a father, in this case a teacher, who wants to put his own very bright son through middle school but loses his job through tragic circumstances involving a recreational outing with his students. Thus, he has to move away to Tokyo to earn a living. He puts his son through school, though never again do they live together.
What makes Ozu so great is that he deals with the timeless Artist's Questions : in both films, he asks, for the sons, if their desires are the same as what their parents desire for them, i.e. school as a ladder toward "success", or more succinctly, "making something of themselves". Pride and shame are historically depicted as a factor in the Japanese psyche - "saving face" as an example - and that is somewhat apparent in these movies, but what is more apparent is how like everyone else they were, at least at that time in their history. It could be because Ozu was a fan of American movies, but he has them dressed in what we would see as contemporary clothing of the time, even listening to jazz music. Many of the characters have no built-in need to "save face" or achieve dreams of material success because in the circumstances they live in, those dreams are just that - something that may or may not be possible. In both movies, family is shown to be the source of true happiness, family and friendship.
These are simple movies, again as I've described, without a moving camera, without much action, and yet in spite of that (or maybe because), a very powerful story is told. The acting is simple too, but not amateur, and you will never forget these characters. They hit you harder even after you've finished watching them.
I can see Ozu is considered one of the very greatest directors of all time. Many film scholars think him in the top five, even though he made the simplest of films, in everything but story.
That's all I know for tonight, my Baby. Sweet Dreams and I will see you in the morning.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I'm at Pearl's already. She got out of the hair salon at 3:30, so I figured I'd just stay here rather than go home for a few minutes and then all the way back. I hope you are having a good day. I've seen the weather reports from the Great Lakes area, and I know it's really cold right now, so I hope you are hanging in there, and I also hope you get a break from it asap.
Tonight is movie night, and we will once again be seeing a double feature, Ozu's "The Only Son" and "There Was A Father". Many of his films have family as a theme. Both are of moderate length, 90 minutes each, so I should be out of the theater by 10:15 or so, and back at Pearl's by 10:45. So I will write at the usual time.
I had fun thinking and writing about all those old books last night. That was awesome!
Enjoy your evening, Sweet Baby, and I will see you in just a little while. Here for now til 6:30.
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Midnight : Happy Late Night, my Darling, if you are still awake. We saw two more quietly powerful Ozu films tonight, the titles mentioned above. Both stories dealt with a parent and a child in school, and the sacrifices the parent must make in order for the child to succeed. These tales take place in poverty stricken Japan in the post-Depression years just before the war. One of Ozu's stylistic quirks was to repeat his themes, and these two films could be viewed as companion pieces because they both have the same theme, though different details. In "The Only Son", the parent is a mother who works in a textile factory. She has a very bright son she hopes to put through middle school, which in Japan you had to pay for. In "There Was A Father", the parent is obviously a father, in this case a teacher, who wants to put his own very bright son through middle school but loses his job through tragic circumstances involving a recreational outing with his students. Thus, he has to move away to Tokyo to earn a living. He puts his son through school, though never again do they live together.
What makes Ozu so great is that he deals with the timeless Artist's Questions : in both films, he asks, for the sons, if their desires are the same as what their parents desire for them, i.e. school as a ladder toward "success", or more succinctly, "making something of themselves". Pride and shame are historically depicted as a factor in the Japanese psyche - "saving face" as an example - and that is somewhat apparent in these movies, but what is more apparent is how like everyone else they were, at least at that time in their history. It could be because Ozu was a fan of American movies, but he has them dressed in what we would see as contemporary clothing of the time, even listening to jazz music. Many of the characters have no built-in need to "save face" or achieve dreams of material success because in the circumstances they live in, those dreams are just that - something that may or may not be possible. In both movies, family is shown to be the source of true happiness, family and friendship.
These are simple movies, again as I've described, without a moving camera, without much action, and yet in spite of that (or maybe because), a very powerful story is told. The acting is simple too, but not amateur, and you will never forget these characters. They hit you harder even after you've finished watching them.
I can see Ozu is considered one of the very greatest directors of all time. Many film scholars think him in the top five, even though he made the simplest of films, in everything but story.
That's all I know for tonight, my Baby. Sweet Dreams and I will see you in the morning.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Better Again (Black Moon) (Clowns,Bugs & Moons) (I love old books!)
Good Morning, Sweet Baby,
I hope your day is off to a good start. I am feeling better yet again, getting my energy back, and I'm very happy about that! I am at home, having dropped Pearl off at her crafts group. After I pick her up at 1pm, I have to take her car over to the mechanic. I think it needs a brake job, new pads probably, cause it makes an awful grinding noise when you apply the brakes. So, I will do that, and assuming he takes me right away, I will walk back to Pearl's (about 1.75 miles) and get my car. Then I'll come back here. I'm still not gonna do a ton of stuff today. Not till I'm 100%, but I'm getting there.
I see you like Amelie. I watched it with my Mom when it came out and we both loved it. Audrey Tautou was so great in that role...
Well, I am just gonna hang around until 12:45, then go get Pearl. After that, I should be back here by 2:30 at the latest after the car thing is done.
Have an awesome afternoon! I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
5:40pm : Hey, my Darling. I am at Pearl's, the car is fixed. I'm feeling pretty good, actually walked 3 1/2 miles round trip to go home and then go back to the shop to pick it up. Anyway, I wanted to remind you to look for the Black Moon tonight. I don't know what one looks like, lol, because I've never seen one before (never heard of one, either, except in poetry or song), but I will look for it too in a little while.
I Love You and I'll be back when I get home. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
7:30pm : I am home. Some clown, probably from CSUN or the building next door, is parked in my spot, so I had to drive around the block and was lucky to find a place on the street by the Methodist Church. Ticks me off! So, I came back and just now put a note on the car : "Don't park in my spot. Next time you will be towed"! Knucklehead........
I think Pearl has what I had, because she's been sleeping on and off most of the afternoon since I brought her back from crafts. She didn't want dinner (I didn't eat all day Monday) and just before I left, she complained of being cold even though the thermostat read 75 degrees. The same thing happened to me. I asked her if she felt sick and she said no, but sometimes older people either don't realise they are coming down with something, or just deny it, perhaps. My Dad used to do that. You could tell he clearly didn't feel good for one reason or another, and you'd ask, "Are you okay, Dad"? "Sure, never felt better in my life".
But you can always tell, and with Pearl, I'm sure she's got the same bug. So, I am probably just gonna go to the store to get a few items and then head back over. I don't wanna leave her alone too long.
I Googled the Black Moon and found out that you can't see it! That's the funny thing, haha. But I'm gonna look anyway, maybe if you look for a minute or two your eyes will adjust. It's worth a try.... :)
Well, Sweet Baby, I will see you in a bit, back at Pearl's. We've gotta get everybody well again, and kicking booty! Screw the flu! :)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
11:35pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. I like your post a few minutes ago from Justin, because that kind of book is my kind of book. I love old books! I actually collect 'em (as I may have said) and I'm getting to the point where I am "booking" myself out of my apartment, lol. I think I love old books so much because I was exposed to my parents' collection when I was little, like Dad's copy of "They Wrote On Clay", or "Ur Of The Chaldees". Or all his Van Loon books. He also had a copy, from the 1930s probably, of a book of Emily Dickinson's poetry, and I know I mentioned that to you back in the Oviatt Library/Myspace days. So that's what I was looking at as a five year old, a living room full of old books, and what I liked to do was to just pull a book off the shelf, especially when I got a little older, and just open it to any page.
It didn't matter which book, or which page. Just to be looking through, turning pages, and reading words from old books made me feel like I was receiving something. Receiving something being passed down, through pages I could touch, and turn.
I have loved books my whole life, and there is something about old books......you know, I am not sure what it is. It has something to do with what Stephen King talked about, about words on a printed page having a direct impact on the brain, because they are being held close to the eye, and are being concentrated on, hopefully to the exclusion of all other sensory input.
So, if you are an introspective person, or a curious person - and you know none of this when you're a child, you only know you're You - you may have discovered books as the most mysterious sources of magic and pleasure.
Sounds nerdy, right? Not hardly. It's actually a supercool secret, that reading goes directly from the page, held close to the eye, right into the mind that is focusing on it. Those who read, learn.
But even beyond that, when you find an old book that interests you - which I now seek out at used book sales - it's like you are receiving a message in a bottle from the past. It's interesting to note, or to imagine, the writer now in the other world, the next world, and wondering if anyone still cares about his or her work. And there you are, reading an old book of theirs. It's awesome, I think.
The book I most remember is my Dad's first Webster's Dictionary. It was probably from the 1920s, and in the preface pages it had thumbnail pictures of all the editors and scholars who had contributed to it. It was a huge volume, as dictionaries are, and there were a lot of contributors. In this case, they all looked very serious, and if you've ever seen a yearbook from that era, you know that, back then, even the 30 year olds looked like they were pushing 60. No kidding. It was all in the damped down grooming, the dress, and the serious expressions. You knew they were young, but they looked old. Not in health, necessarily, but maybe in knowledge.
That's what it felt like to a five year old kid, taking his Dad's dictionary off the shelf when no one was around.
"Man.....those are some serious looking people"!
That dictionary, that old Websters from about 100 years ago now, was what really got me into old books. You could see the people who wrote it, and it was like they were looking at you, reading it.
I still have that book on my shelf. If you have any old books in your house, or have any relatives that have any that they don't want, look for some that might interest you. One of my greatest Small Pleasures to this day - and small pleasures are really the largest, as we know - is to just pick a random old book off the shelf, maybe on Egyptology, or Louis XIV (Dad's subjects), and just thumb through it. Read a page here, a paragraph..........maybe even the whole book......
and absorb some magic, passed down through time, from the printed page.
I Love You, Sweet Baby! I will see you in the morn, Sweet Dreams until then. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I hope your day is off to a good start. I am feeling better yet again, getting my energy back, and I'm very happy about that! I am at home, having dropped Pearl off at her crafts group. After I pick her up at 1pm, I have to take her car over to the mechanic. I think it needs a brake job, new pads probably, cause it makes an awful grinding noise when you apply the brakes. So, I will do that, and assuming he takes me right away, I will walk back to Pearl's (about 1.75 miles) and get my car. Then I'll come back here. I'm still not gonna do a ton of stuff today. Not till I'm 100%, but I'm getting there.
I see you like Amelie. I watched it with my Mom when it came out and we both loved it. Audrey Tautou was so great in that role...
Well, I am just gonna hang around until 12:45, then go get Pearl. After that, I should be back here by 2:30 at the latest after the car thing is done.
Have an awesome afternoon! I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
5:40pm : Hey, my Darling. I am at Pearl's, the car is fixed. I'm feeling pretty good, actually walked 3 1/2 miles round trip to go home and then go back to the shop to pick it up. Anyway, I wanted to remind you to look for the Black Moon tonight. I don't know what one looks like, lol, because I've never seen one before (never heard of one, either, except in poetry or song), but I will look for it too in a little while.
I Love You and I'll be back when I get home. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
7:30pm : I am home. Some clown, probably from CSUN or the building next door, is parked in my spot, so I had to drive around the block and was lucky to find a place on the street by the Methodist Church. Ticks me off! So, I came back and just now put a note on the car : "Don't park in my spot. Next time you will be towed"! Knucklehead........
I think Pearl has what I had, because she's been sleeping on and off most of the afternoon since I brought her back from crafts. She didn't want dinner (I didn't eat all day Monday) and just before I left, she complained of being cold even though the thermostat read 75 degrees. The same thing happened to me. I asked her if she felt sick and she said no, but sometimes older people either don't realise they are coming down with something, or just deny it, perhaps. My Dad used to do that. You could tell he clearly didn't feel good for one reason or another, and you'd ask, "Are you okay, Dad"? "Sure, never felt better in my life".
But you can always tell, and with Pearl, I'm sure she's got the same bug. So, I am probably just gonna go to the store to get a few items and then head back over. I don't wanna leave her alone too long.
I Googled the Black Moon and found out that you can't see it! That's the funny thing, haha. But I'm gonna look anyway, maybe if you look for a minute or two your eyes will adjust. It's worth a try.... :)
Well, Sweet Baby, I will see you in a bit, back at Pearl's. We've gotta get everybody well again, and kicking booty! Screw the flu! :)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
11:35pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. I like your post a few minutes ago from Justin, because that kind of book is my kind of book. I love old books! I actually collect 'em (as I may have said) and I'm getting to the point where I am "booking" myself out of my apartment, lol. I think I love old books so much because I was exposed to my parents' collection when I was little, like Dad's copy of "They Wrote On Clay", or "Ur Of The Chaldees". Or all his Van Loon books. He also had a copy, from the 1930s probably, of a book of Emily Dickinson's poetry, and I know I mentioned that to you back in the Oviatt Library/Myspace days. So that's what I was looking at as a five year old, a living room full of old books, and what I liked to do was to just pull a book off the shelf, especially when I got a little older, and just open it to any page.
It didn't matter which book, or which page. Just to be looking through, turning pages, and reading words from old books made me feel like I was receiving something. Receiving something being passed down, through pages I could touch, and turn.
I have loved books my whole life, and there is something about old books......you know, I am not sure what it is. It has something to do with what Stephen King talked about, about words on a printed page having a direct impact on the brain, because they are being held close to the eye, and are being concentrated on, hopefully to the exclusion of all other sensory input.
So, if you are an introspective person, or a curious person - and you know none of this when you're a child, you only know you're You - you may have discovered books as the most mysterious sources of magic and pleasure.
Sounds nerdy, right? Not hardly. It's actually a supercool secret, that reading goes directly from the page, held close to the eye, right into the mind that is focusing on it. Those who read, learn.
But even beyond that, when you find an old book that interests you - which I now seek out at used book sales - it's like you are receiving a message in a bottle from the past. It's interesting to note, or to imagine, the writer now in the other world, the next world, and wondering if anyone still cares about his or her work. And there you are, reading an old book of theirs. It's awesome, I think.
The book I most remember is my Dad's first Webster's Dictionary. It was probably from the 1920s, and in the preface pages it had thumbnail pictures of all the editors and scholars who had contributed to it. It was a huge volume, as dictionaries are, and there were a lot of contributors. In this case, they all looked very serious, and if you've ever seen a yearbook from that era, you know that, back then, even the 30 year olds looked like they were pushing 60. No kidding. It was all in the damped down grooming, the dress, and the serious expressions. You knew they were young, but they looked old. Not in health, necessarily, but maybe in knowledge.
That's what it felt like to a five year old kid, taking his Dad's dictionary off the shelf when no one was around.
"Man.....those are some serious looking people"!
That dictionary, that old Websters from about 100 years ago now, was what really got me into old books. You could see the people who wrote it, and it was like they were looking at you, reading it.
I still have that book on my shelf. If you have any old books in your house, or have any relatives that have any that they don't want, look for some that might interest you. One of my greatest Small Pleasures to this day - and small pleasures are really the largest, as we know - is to just pick a random old book off the shelf, maybe on Egyptology, or Louis XIV (Dad's subjects), and just thumb through it. Read a page here, a paragraph..........maybe even the whole book......
and absorb some magic, passed down through time, from the printed page.
I Love You, Sweet Baby! I will see you in the morn, Sweet Dreams until then. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Flu, But On The Mend Now (At Pearl's) (sweet dreams)
Hi, my Darling,
Sorry I wasn't around yesterday, if you saw my post on FB you know I have the flu. Wow. You know me, I never get sick. Since I've known you, I think I've had one or two minor colds, and that would've been back in the Oviatt Library days when I was using public computers and sitting next to perpetually ill students. As far as a flu bug like this one, I haven't had it since Winter 2009, ironically on the day of a Sparks concert, and double ironically also on Valentine's Day. That time, I stayed in bed all day, then loaded up on the Advil and went to the show. There was no way I was gonna miss it.
This time, I'm glad the doggone thing waited an extra two days so I could attend the concert in peace.
I don't know what happened; I never even felt it coming on. I was fine Sunday night. I went for a walk with Dave F. at CSUN, went back to Pearl's at 10pm. Felt fine, 100% normal. But then, sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up and felt cold - chills, y'know - and no matter how close I pulled the blanket I couldn't get warm. And, I couldn't get back to sleep. By 7:30, when Pearl and Kobi woke up, I knew I was in bad shape. I stayed in bed all day yesterday, almost literally til this morning. I only got up to drink water, take Advil, or one time to type my FB post. I'd forgotten how bad these flu bugs can be, yikes!
Today I feel about 50% better, thank goodness. I am at least able to get around. I took Pearl to Golden Agers and now I'm at home. Still haven't eaten anything, though it's not a stomach flu. Just gonna keep drinking my water and taking it easy, and I'll be back to normal in a day or two.
I like the posts of your brother (always a humorous guy) and of Brian's doggie. :)
I hope you had a nice day yesterday, and another one today.
I sure do love you, Elizabeth. I'll be around most of the day and back in a while.....
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
10:25pm : Happy Early Late Night, my Baby. I am back at Pearl's. I didn't do much this evening except read and listen to music. No walk, today or yesterday. But, as soon as I feel 100% I am gonna redouble (no, re-triple!) my efforts to stay healthy, maintain my normal level of energy, and do the kinds of things I was doing last year (all my hikes, workouts at the outdoor CSUN yard) to stay in shape. Tonight I feel pretty good, but the bug is still lingering, so I'll keep drinking my water.
I hope you haven't caught anything this rotten, or anything at all, this Winter. Hope you had a good day, too. I might go to bed a little earlier tonight, but I should be up til at least midnight.
I'll check back in before I go to sleep. I Love You!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Midnight : Well, my girl, I am barely staying awake, so I will get some sleep and hopefully get rid of this thing by morning. For now I will wish you Sweet Dreams......
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sorry I wasn't around yesterday, if you saw my post on FB you know I have the flu. Wow. You know me, I never get sick. Since I've known you, I think I've had one or two minor colds, and that would've been back in the Oviatt Library days when I was using public computers and sitting next to perpetually ill students. As far as a flu bug like this one, I haven't had it since Winter 2009, ironically on the day of a Sparks concert, and double ironically also on Valentine's Day. That time, I stayed in bed all day, then loaded up on the Advil and went to the show. There was no way I was gonna miss it.
This time, I'm glad the doggone thing waited an extra two days so I could attend the concert in peace.
I don't know what happened; I never even felt it coming on. I was fine Sunday night. I went for a walk with Dave F. at CSUN, went back to Pearl's at 10pm. Felt fine, 100% normal. But then, sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up and felt cold - chills, y'know - and no matter how close I pulled the blanket I couldn't get warm. And, I couldn't get back to sleep. By 7:30, when Pearl and Kobi woke up, I knew I was in bad shape. I stayed in bed all day yesterday, almost literally til this morning. I only got up to drink water, take Advil, or one time to type my FB post. I'd forgotten how bad these flu bugs can be, yikes!
Today I feel about 50% better, thank goodness. I am at least able to get around. I took Pearl to Golden Agers and now I'm at home. Still haven't eaten anything, though it's not a stomach flu. Just gonna keep drinking my water and taking it easy, and I'll be back to normal in a day or two.
I like the posts of your brother (always a humorous guy) and of Brian's doggie. :)
I hope you had a nice day yesterday, and another one today.
I sure do love you, Elizabeth. I'll be around most of the day and back in a while.....
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
10:25pm : Happy Early Late Night, my Baby. I am back at Pearl's. I didn't do much this evening except read and listen to music. No walk, today or yesterday. But, as soon as I feel 100% I am gonna redouble (no, re-triple!) my efforts to stay healthy, maintain my normal level of energy, and do the kinds of things I was doing last year (all my hikes, workouts at the outdoor CSUN yard) to stay in shape. Tonight I feel pretty good, but the bug is still lingering, so I'll keep drinking my water.
I hope you haven't caught anything this rotten, or anything at all, this Winter. Hope you had a good day, too. I might go to bed a little earlier tonight, but I should be up til at least midnight.
I'll check back in before I go to sleep. I Love You!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Midnight : Well, my girl, I am barely staying awake, so I will get some sleep and hopefully get rid of this thing by morning. For now I will wish you Sweet Dreams......
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Hope All Is Well (xo)
Hey, my Darling,
Just wondering if everything is okay cause you haven't been around all weekend. No worries, though. I'm just hoping all is well. Today was church and choir, of course, and a nap this afternoon cause I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Right now I am still getting situated for the evening, so I will post and then be back in about an hour, but I just wanted to say that I am thinking about you and that I Love You.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
12:30AM : Well, my Baby, I guess you are busy or otherwise occupied. I am trying, though. I will wish you sweet dreams and see you in the morn. :):)
Just wondering if everything is okay cause you haven't been around all weekend. No worries, though. I'm just hoping all is well. Today was church and choir, of course, and a nap this afternoon cause I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Right now I am still getting situated for the evening, so I will post and then be back in about an hour, but I just wanted to say that I am thinking about you and that I Love You.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
12:30AM : Well, my Baby, I guess you are busy or otherwise occupied. I am trying, though. I will wish you sweet dreams and see you in the morn. :):)
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Sweet Baby Valentine :):) (Love Before Sparks) (Home Again)
Hi, Sweet Baby,
Happy Valentine's Day! I am still at Pearl's, but will be heading home in a few minutes and then out for shopping. I just wanted to see how you are doing and also to let you know that huge amounts of love are being sent to you all day, by me. You don't have to wait around for delivery or sign for 'em or anything, they will reach you wherever you are! They have Sweet Baby radar. :)
I will check back in when I come back here at 4:30. In the meantime, have a great day. I Triple Love You!!!
My Valentine. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
6pm : Happy Evening, my Darling. I am gonna be leaving for the Sparks concert in just a few minutes, but I wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day once again, and tell you I Love You. I am gonna be meeting Grimsley (my Valentine's date, lol) at the North Hollywood subway station and we will ride to Downtown from there, as usual. I should be back at Pearl's by Midnight or so, and even though it will be late, I will check in.
Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I'll see you in just a little while.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
1:15am : I'm back from the concert. It was a really great show, although the music sounded different with a 38 piece orchestra. But without doubt, Russell Mael is one of the greatest singers ever, still hitting all those high notes at 66 years old. They played 2 hours, with a 30 minute intermission. I know you are probably asleep but I wanted to wish you sweet dreams. I hope you had a nice day.
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Happy Valentine's Day! I am still at Pearl's, but will be heading home in a few minutes and then out for shopping. I just wanted to see how you are doing and also to let you know that huge amounts of love are being sent to you all day, by me. You don't have to wait around for delivery or sign for 'em or anything, they will reach you wherever you are! They have Sweet Baby radar. :)
I will check back in when I come back here at 4:30. In the meantime, have a great day. I Triple Love You!!!
My Valentine. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
6pm : Happy Evening, my Darling. I am gonna be leaving for the Sparks concert in just a few minutes, but I wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day once again, and tell you I Love You. I am gonna be meeting Grimsley (my Valentine's date, lol) at the North Hollywood subway station and we will ride to Downtown from there, as usual. I should be back at Pearl's by Midnight or so, and even though it will be late, I will check in.
Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I'll see you in just a little while.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
1:15am : I'm back from the concert. It was a really great show, although the music sounded different with a 38 piece orchestra. But without doubt, Russell Mael is one of the greatest singers ever, still hitting all those high notes at 66 years old. They played 2 hours, with a 30 minute intermission. I know you are probably asleep but I wanted to wish you sweet dreams. I hope you had a nice day.
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Friday, February 13, 2015
Hawks (Red Tail?) (aspects)
Hey Sweet Baby,
That is a beautiful bird. He or she is a small guy or gal like you say. You friend says it's a hawk and I would tend to agree, just cause of the head shape and the beak. I just saw a Red Tail Hawk about a week ago at CSUN, and I took a pic, too, except it was on my cell camera (not a smartphone and so a very basic shot, no close up). This hawk was just sitting up on top of a light pole, and I kept waiting for him to take off so I could see his wingspan and catch him in flight. But he just sat there, lol. The Red Tail is pretty good sized, with a body about twice the size of a big crow. Big wingspan, too. We've got a lot of 'em in the West Valley, but you mostly see them closer to the mountains.
It's funny about the birds, because once they discover human food sources, they stick around, and so you see Gulls (See Gulls?) that hang around McDonald's all day, looking for french fries in the parking lot. They forget all about the beach, lol. Not sure about the Hawk, though. I think he likes his rodents too much to switch over.
It's cool that you have that hawk as a visitor in your yard. Maybe he'll come back again. :)
Speaking of which, I've got Black Kitty clamoring to come in the house every night now. When I get there at 10pm, she is waiting in the driveway. Then she runs up to the front door to make sure she gets in. I can't really say no, so I let her in because Pearl and Kobe are usually asleep. Then I give her a snack and let her roam around for maybe 20 minutes or so, but then I have to open the front door again and kind of usher her out.
Sorry, Black Kitty, but if I went to sleep with you in the house, and The Kobester came out for some reason, all heck would break loose.
Anyhow, it's cool. She's used to sleeping in the shed.
Well, that's all the news on the critter front. I am just getting back from Glendale, where I went to take Sophie shopping. Fortunately the traffic was not too bad. Now, I am gonna chill until about 3:30, then do maybe a third of my walk. But I'll be around most of the day and eve, here or at Pearl's.
I Love You, my Baby! Happy Friday The 13th, too (always a good day....)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
4:55pm : I'm at Pearl's. So you think it's a young Red Tail, eh? Could well be. He's got the right markings, the pattern is the same. If he is a juvenile, then the family nest probably isn't too far away. I don't know anything about Hawks, but it makes sense that he wouldn't fly too far away, right? Keep an eye out an see what you can see. :)
I am gonna feed critters real quick, my Darling, but I just wanted to check in about the Hawk and to say hi.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):) Triple Love You.
11:55pm : Happy Late Night. Not much to report tonight, I was tired - at home earlier, about 8pm, I woke up and realised I'd been asleep for an hour. Weird and wild stuff, as Johnny Carson would have said. Got home, laid down on the couch, next thing I knew my eyes were opening and it was 8 o'clock. :)
Thank goodness for naps, I say.
I am a Mars-in-Pisces guy (look it up if you wanna), which is a really weird aspect for an Aries, and especially one with Leo rising, double Fire. But what the Mars-in-Pisces does is water it all down, doggonit! I mean, it's a cool aspect in other ways, but really, to have your Mars (your action planet) in the dreamiest of all signs, means that you tend to be in a bit of a fog at all times, lol. My Aries sun and Leo rising can overcome all of that with no problem, as long as I get enough sleep, or at least rest. Pisces wants to sleep, sleep, sleep. Mars and Leo want to go, go, go. My natural cycle - what my body wants - is to go to bed about 2am and wake up about 9:30. But I can't sleep that late now. Hence, the importance of naps, and finding oneself waking up from a nap that was unintended.
It's fun, and highly informative - important, even - to do a chart on yourself (which I think you already have done) and to learn your aspects, and then get to know the meaning of each. For instance, I've got Mercury in Aries, which is why I can't shut up, why I am always pushing communication. I have Venus in Aries, too. Got a lot of Fire in my chart, but then I have that Mars (action) stuck in the depths of the vast Piscean ocean.
Got a lot of Capricorn, too, in my Moon and my outer planets, like Saturn and Jupiter. No Air Aspects whatsoever.
Anyhow, Sweet Baby, it was an awesome Friday The 13th, as usual. Nothing major happened, but then we know that an awesome day is all in the details.......which is why almost every day is awesome. :):)
In fact, it's now after Midnight, which means it's Valentine's Day. Awesome indeed, and all in the details, and the transition from Friday The 13th.
Check out your chart, though, and get to know it, if you are interested. I find it really does help to understand how your energies work. After all, it's all that planetary torsion working through you.
I will see you in the morn, my Darling. I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
That is a beautiful bird. He or she is a small guy or gal like you say. You friend says it's a hawk and I would tend to agree, just cause of the head shape and the beak. I just saw a Red Tail Hawk about a week ago at CSUN, and I took a pic, too, except it was on my cell camera (not a smartphone and so a very basic shot, no close up). This hawk was just sitting up on top of a light pole, and I kept waiting for him to take off so I could see his wingspan and catch him in flight. But he just sat there, lol. The Red Tail is pretty good sized, with a body about twice the size of a big crow. Big wingspan, too. We've got a lot of 'em in the West Valley, but you mostly see them closer to the mountains.
It's funny about the birds, because once they discover human food sources, they stick around, and so you see Gulls (See Gulls?) that hang around McDonald's all day, looking for french fries in the parking lot. They forget all about the beach, lol. Not sure about the Hawk, though. I think he likes his rodents too much to switch over.
It's cool that you have that hawk as a visitor in your yard. Maybe he'll come back again. :)
Speaking of which, I've got Black Kitty clamoring to come in the house every night now. When I get there at 10pm, she is waiting in the driveway. Then she runs up to the front door to make sure she gets in. I can't really say no, so I let her in because Pearl and Kobe are usually asleep. Then I give her a snack and let her roam around for maybe 20 minutes or so, but then I have to open the front door again and kind of usher her out.
Sorry, Black Kitty, but if I went to sleep with you in the house, and The Kobester came out for some reason, all heck would break loose.
Anyhow, it's cool. She's used to sleeping in the shed.
Well, that's all the news on the critter front. I am just getting back from Glendale, where I went to take Sophie shopping. Fortunately the traffic was not too bad. Now, I am gonna chill until about 3:30, then do maybe a third of my walk. But I'll be around most of the day and eve, here or at Pearl's.
I Love You, my Baby! Happy Friday The 13th, too (always a good day....)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
4:55pm : I'm at Pearl's. So you think it's a young Red Tail, eh? Could well be. He's got the right markings, the pattern is the same. If he is a juvenile, then the family nest probably isn't too far away. I don't know anything about Hawks, but it makes sense that he wouldn't fly too far away, right? Keep an eye out an see what you can see. :)
I am gonna feed critters real quick, my Darling, but I just wanted to check in about the Hawk and to say hi.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):) Triple Love You.
11:55pm : Happy Late Night. Not much to report tonight, I was tired - at home earlier, about 8pm, I woke up and realised I'd been asleep for an hour. Weird and wild stuff, as Johnny Carson would have said. Got home, laid down on the couch, next thing I knew my eyes were opening and it was 8 o'clock. :)
Thank goodness for naps, I say.
I am a Mars-in-Pisces guy (look it up if you wanna), which is a really weird aspect for an Aries, and especially one with Leo rising, double Fire. But what the Mars-in-Pisces does is water it all down, doggonit! I mean, it's a cool aspect in other ways, but really, to have your Mars (your action planet) in the dreamiest of all signs, means that you tend to be in a bit of a fog at all times, lol. My Aries sun and Leo rising can overcome all of that with no problem, as long as I get enough sleep, or at least rest. Pisces wants to sleep, sleep, sleep. Mars and Leo want to go, go, go. My natural cycle - what my body wants - is to go to bed about 2am and wake up about 9:30. But I can't sleep that late now. Hence, the importance of naps, and finding oneself waking up from a nap that was unintended.
It's fun, and highly informative - important, even - to do a chart on yourself (which I think you already have done) and to learn your aspects, and then get to know the meaning of each. For instance, I've got Mercury in Aries, which is why I can't shut up, why I am always pushing communication. I have Venus in Aries, too. Got a lot of Fire in my chart, but then I have that Mars (action) stuck in the depths of the vast Piscean ocean.
Got a lot of Capricorn, too, in my Moon and my outer planets, like Saturn and Jupiter. No Air Aspects whatsoever.
Anyhow, Sweet Baby, it was an awesome Friday The 13th, as usual. Nothing major happened, but then we know that an awesome day is all in the details.......which is why almost every day is awesome. :):)
In fact, it's now after Midnight, which means it's Valentine's Day. Awesome indeed, and all in the details, and the transition from Friday The 13th.
Check out your chart, though, and get to know it, if you are interested. I find it really does help to understand how your energies work. After all, it's all that planetary torsion working through you.
I will see you in the morn, my Darling. I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Double Feature Tonight (really great films)
Hi Sweet Baby,
Yeah, I know : it's all way too weird. I am very aware of that, believe me. :) Anyhow, I am at Pearl's (of course). Tonight is movie night, and they are gonna show another double feature of Ozu, except this time it's gonna be two full-length movies, "Dragnet Girl" and the famous "A Story Of Floating Weeds". One is two hours and the other is an hour and forty minutes. It will be a bit of a challenge for me to sit that long, but I will give it a try. I have no doubt the movies will be great, and I've seen "Floating Weeds", but that's a very long double feature, lol.
If I do make it through both films, I will probably be out of the theater at 11pm and back at Pearl's by 11:30. So, I will see you at the regular late night time, but I won't be around in the early evening. I hope you are having a nice day. I will now feed critters, and then I will see you in a little while.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:50pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. Boy, those were really a couple of excellent films. Ozu seems to be a master of the silent movie, and unlike some other silents, you never have to wonder what's going on. The stories are clear, with just the right amount of dialogue frames to fill you in on what's being said. Also, Criterion has added some really great modern scores to the soundtrack, music that Ozu himself would probably have approved. So far, we have seen five silent films by him, all excellent, and I will say it again (cause I like to harp on it, haha) : there is so much to be said in favor of this type of naturalistic filmaking. Oh my gosh, because you are aware that it is coming from the past (81 years ago in this case) it's like you are watching a dream of real life. The camera is stationary most of the time; movement is demonstrated by editing or by the motion of the actors, but because this was the early years of filmmaking, there are no camera pyrotechnics. Lighting is simple and natural looking.
What really strikes me is the acting. It's obviously a product of craft, because otherwise they couldn't pull it off, but in the movies we've seen, it's as if the actors have just enough ability to be professional while still seeming 100% like real people you are sitting in a room with. They are also very modern-seeming, and that is interesting when we talk about time so much. As these films are closing in on being 100 years old, it is interesting to note that the expressions, body language, self awareness and just the same general qualities we ascribe to the modern ego are present in these actors. I mention this because, when we think of a year like 1934, we think of an era as represented by history, and the media (books, pictures, films, stories) that describe that history to us. 1934 is Depression-era, and between World Wars. And there is certainly a difference in the look of that era, and in the circumstances.
But the people themselves, and they seem like people in these films, rather than actors playing people, could have stepped out of a film set today. It's really something fascinating to behold. I think a film fan may have to develop a taste for silent films - but once you start to watch films from different cinematic periods, you get both a broader (filmmaking as a whole, it's history) and more specific (genres and eras) idea of all the styles and techniques that have evolved over the years.
The greatest directors have always been storytellers, and I think that in the early days, before there was a lot of specialised techniques (second unit directors & cameramen, special effects, multiple camera angles and aerial shots, etc), a director like Ozu just said, "okay, put the camera at waist-level and leave it there". He figured that that's where a person's viewpoint would be, if they were sitting in a Japanese room on a mat. And, he kept it a motion picture (because you can't have nothing but static shots) by editing in different angles from which to view the actors, as if several people were all in the room, viewing the action while seated cross-legged on mats.
It is filmmaking from the early days, but from a Master Director. While some early filmmakers might have been floundering for technique, a guy like Ozu found what worked for him, and utilized those things to their fullest potential. Which is why you can watch an 81 year old movie by him and be left with magic.....
I hope you had a nice evening. I see the text in your post, the part about being "happy to be back home after too much time away", and if that applies to you too, my Baby, then I am happy. I know you loved your time in Italy, and it is an experience that will always be with you, every day in fact. But I also hope you are glad to be back, even though it has probably taken a little while to adjust.
And I love the tulips, too!
And I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams and I will see you in the morning.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Yeah, I know : it's all way too weird. I am very aware of that, believe me. :) Anyhow, I am at Pearl's (of course). Tonight is movie night, and they are gonna show another double feature of Ozu, except this time it's gonna be two full-length movies, "Dragnet Girl" and the famous "A Story Of Floating Weeds". One is two hours and the other is an hour and forty minutes. It will be a bit of a challenge for me to sit that long, but I will give it a try. I have no doubt the movies will be great, and I've seen "Floating Weeds", but that's a very long double feature, lol.
If I do make it through both films, I will probably be out of the theater at 11pm and back at Pearl's by 11:30. So, I will see you at the regular late night time, but I won't be around in the early evening. I hope you are having a nice day. I will now feed critters, and then I will see you in a little while.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:50pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. Boy, those were really a couple of excellent films. Ozu seems to be a master of the silent movie, and unlike some other silents, you never have to wonder what's going on. The stories are clear, with just the right amount of dialogue frames to fill you in on what's being said. Also, Criterion has added some really great modern scores to the soundtrack, music that Ozu himself would probably have approved. So far, we have seen five silent films by him, all excellent, and I will say it again (cause I like to harp on it, haha) : there is so much to be said in favor of this type of naturalistic filmaking. Oh my gosh, because you are aware that it is coming from the past (81 years ago in this case) it's like you are watching a dream of real life. The camera is stationary most of the time; movement is demonstrated by editing or by the motion of the actors, but because this was the early years of filmmaking, there are no camera pyrotechnics. Lighting is simple and natural looking.
What really strikes me is the acting. It's obviously a product of craft, because otherwise they couldn't pull it off, but in the movies we've seen, it's as if the actors have just enough ability to be professional while still seeming 100% like real people you are sitting in a room with. They are also very modern-seeming, and that is interesting when we talk about time so much. As these films are closing in on being 100 years old, it is interesting to note that the expressions, body language, self awareness and just the same general qualities we ascribe to the modern ego are present in these actors. I mention this because, when we think of a year like 1934, we think of an era as represented by history, and the media (books, pictures, films, stories) that describe that history to us. 1934 is Depression-era, and between World Wars. And there is certainly a difference in the look of that era, and in the circumstances.
But the people themselves, and they seem like people in these films, rather than actors playing people, could have stepped out of a film set today. It's really something fascinating to behold. I think a film fan may have to develop a taste for silent films - but once you start to watch films from different cinematic periods, you get both a broader (filmmaking as a whole, it's history) and more specific (genres and eras) idea of all the styles and techniques that have evolved over the years.
The greatest directors have always been storytellers, and I think that in the early days, before there was a lot of specialised techniques (second unit directors & cameramen, special effects, multiple camera angles and aerial shots, etc), a director like Ozu just said, "okay, put the camera at waist-level and leave it there". He figured that that's where a person's viewpoint would be, if they were sitting in a Japanese room on a mat. And, he kept it a motion picture (because you can't have nothing but static shots) by editing in different angles from which to view the actors, as if several people were all in the room, viewing the action while seated cross-legged on mats.
It is filmmaking from the early days, but from a Master Director. While some early filmmakers might have been floundering for technique, a guy like Ozu found what worked for him, and utilized those things to their fullest potential. Which is why you can watch an 81 year old movie by him and be left with magic.....
I hope you had a nice evening. I see the text in your post, the part about being "happy to be back home after too much time away", and if that applies to you too, my Baby, then I am happy. I know you loved your time in Italy, and it is an experience that will always be with you, every day in fact. But I also hope you are glad to be back, even though it has probably taken a little while to adjust.
And I love the tulips, too!
And I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams and I will see you in the morning.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Too Green (Good Pics!) (1998)
Good Afternoon, my Darling,
I am home. While Pearl was at her Women's Club meeting, I drove out to Walker Ranch, one of my favorite places as you know. Didn't go on a super long hike, just about a mile each way. It's beautiful out there, and very green, but the trouble is - photography-wise, for me anyway - that all the green kind of homogenizes everything, like throwing a big green blanket over all the things that give the place it's character. You see, if there were a lot of other colors, to mix in with the green, like wildflowers, then it would be more fun to photograph. I did take a few shots. I wasn't thrilled with the results, but I'll probably post one at Flickr.
I know I'm goofy, but I liked the place better when it was parched, cause then it was more ghostly. But, it should be nice and parched by Summer, and all that green will turn gold again, and the Sunshine Ghosts will come back in the 100 degree heat. It was about 85 today, lo and behold, in February.......
I like the picture of the girl in the trees, "Stories From The Frozen Marsh". Now that's nice and ghostly.
And........is she wearing a wedding dress by any chance? Looks like she could be. :):)
I also like the artificial sunlight pic. You sure could've fooled me! Really weird, but who knows what it could be used for in the future? Bringing sunlight to places where the was none. Very far out.
I got almost half of my mileage done at Walker, so I am just gonna hang out until it's time to go back to Pearl's. I will check in there. I Love You, my Awesome Lady!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
6:50 : Hey, Sweet Baby, home from Pearl's once again. I like the pictures you posted over at Flickr. It looks like they were all taken while you were in Italy, and they show a nice variety of styles. Boy, that is some lens on your camera. Your self portrait is crystal clear, and all the tones are excellent. Glad to see you posting photos over there once again (and on FB too). I did not wind up posting any of today's pics cause I just wasn't happy with them, but I will shoot more soon, and I have actually started hiking earlier than I did last year (late March), so that's pretty cool too.....
I will be here most of the eve except for the second half of my walk. Then back to Pearl's at 9:45.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Midnight : Happy Late Night. Kinda tired tonight, but I am hanging in there. Been reading my book, "Where Did The Towers Go"?, and it is a real mindblower. Something interesting to note is that when I first got on the Internet, in 1998, the very first thing I did, after getting an email account, was that I started to write about what happened. At that point, my memories had come back full force and I had to tell somebody about it. I'd tried to tell my family and friends, some of whom had been involved, but no one wanted to talk about it, and that aspect alone would warrant a book if the entire subject were ever to be thoroughly examined.
So, I went to the Internet, which was brand new to me at the time. I found an X-Files newsgroup, I think it may have been an official site as that series was still on the air at the time, and I started to write about what had happened to me. In my posts, I addressed them all to "Mr. Carter", meaning Chris Carter, the creator of the X-Files. I was very adamant at the time about my story being heard.
I was writing about stuff like "ULF" waves (ultra low frequency sound waves) and something I called a "backpack weapon", that shot what looked like a white florescent beam with circles around it. I called it "donuts on a rope".
In my memories, which were visceral (felt emotionally as well as mentally), I had witnessed such a weapon being used, and had you been on Myspace in 2006, you could have read all about it in the blogs that constituted the first draft of my book.
My point in recounting it now, is firstly that the memory I wrote about was very detailed, a full story. But most importantly - because we have been talking about science, and memory, and consciousness - is that I was writing about this stuff in 1998. I had been talking about it since 1994, but nobody wanted any part of it.
Of course, things like alien ray guns go way back to the 1950s, with sci-fi movies, and even all the way back to the 1890s with H.G.Wells and "War Of The Worlds". But the difference is that my story, when I was writing on the newfangled Internet in 1998, wasn't about something as familiar and generalised as aliens or their ray guns.
What I described - and I still have the archived posts - were weapons, specific weapons, in this case one that was worn as a "backpack" by a "soldier", that utilised directed energy.
You can call them beam weapons, particle weapons.......at the time, I thought of it as a "photon weapon".
The point is that at the time, no books had come out on directed energy. No books generally known, at any rate. Nick Cook's famous "The Hunt For Zero Point" did not come out till 2002. Dr. Farrell did not publish his first book until 2003.
And me? I was just a schmoe, albeit not a dummy, but I guarantee you that, prior to the mid-to-late 1990s, 1994 to 1997 to be exact, I was not thinking of technology of any kind. Science was not my interest, rock n' roll was. And life in general.
But when my memories came back, they were visceral, my word to describe something as real as your memory of what you did or experienced earlier today.
So, when I wrote on the newly discovered Internet in 1998 - because I was so determined to tell my story - I just wrote from memory. I wrote what I remembered. And I could see and feel those things right in front of me, as if they had happened yesterday. That's why I was so adamant to tell them.
If you woke up and found yourself on Jupiter, and then somehow found yourself back at home, believe me, you would feel compelled to tell of your experience.
But the point I always come back to, 17 years later now, is that in my own non-technical way, I was describing directed energy weapons. I was describing what I saw in use, by a person I perceived was a soldier. And that led to other revelations, such as the use of ULF waves to build up pressure against the atmosphere. I wrote about this stuff in 1998, with no scientific background, only my memories.
I know it all sounds extremely weird, because you don't have enough context, and the context is extensive.
But the main point is the time frame, that I've been writing about what happened since 1998 (and talking about it since 1994), and that I did so with no scientific background to crib from, or to base anything on. I was writing strictly to tell a visceral story, in the same way you would need to tell somebody, immdediately, of your trip to Jupiter. You would need to tell someone the moment you returned, and you wouldn't need a science background to relate your story.
All you'd have to do - all you'd want to do! - is to describe what you saw.
And that's what I did, in 1998, on the burgeoning Internet, before all these books and stories about directed energy were ever written. I was just telling a story of what happened to me, from memory. //////
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I am home. While Pearl was at her Women's Club meeting, I drove out to Walker Ranch, one of my favorite places as you know. Didn't go on a super long hike, just about a mile each way. It's beautiful out there, and very green, but the trouble is - photography-wise, for me anyway - that all the green kind of homogenizes everything, like throwing a big green blanket over all the things that give the place it's character. You see, if there were a lot of other colors, to mix in with the green, like wildflowers, then it would be more fun to photograph. I did take a few shots. I wasn't thrilled with the results, but I'll probably post one at Flickr.
I know I'm goofy, but I liked the place better when it was parched, cause then it was more ghostly. But, it should be nice and parched by Summer, and all that green will turn gold again, and the Sunshine Ghosts will come back in the 100 degree heat. It was about 85 today, lo and behold, in February.......
I like the picture of the girl in the trees, "Stories From The Frozen Marsh". Now that's nice and ghostly.
And........is she wearing a wedding dress by any chance? Looks like she could be. :):)
I also like the artificial sunlight pic. You sure could've fooled me! Really weird, but who knows what it could be used for in the future? Bringing sunlight to places where the was none. Very far out.
I got almost half of my mileage done at Walker, so I am just gonna hang out until it's time to go back to Pearl's. I will check in there. I Love You, my Awesome Lady!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
6:50 : Hey, Sweet Baby, home from Pearl's once again. I like the pictures you posted over at Flickr. It looks like they were all taken while you were in Italy, and they show a nice variety of styles. Boy, that is some lens on your camera. Your self portrait is crystal clear, and all the tones are excellent. Glad to see you posting photos over there once again (and on FB too). I did not wind up posting any of today's pics cause I just wasn't happy with them, but I will shoot more soon, and I have actually started hiking earlier than I did last year (late March), so that's pretty cool too.....
I will be here most of the eve except for the second half of my walk. Then back to Pearl's at 9:45.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Midnight : Happy Late Night. Kinda tired tonight, but I am hanging in there. Been reading my book, "Where Did The Towers Go"?, and it is a real mindblower. Something interesting to note is that when I first got on the Internet, in 1998, the very first thing I did, after getting an email account, was that I started to write about what happened. At that point, my memories had come back full force and I had to tell somebody about it. I'd tried to tell my family and friends, some of whom had been involved, but no one wanted to talk about it, and that aspect alone would warrant a book if the entire subject were ever to be thoroughly examined.
So, I went to the Internet, which was brand new to me at the time. I found an X-Files newsgroup, I think it may have been an official site as that series was still on the air at the time, and I started to write about what had happened to me. In my posts, I addressed them all to "Mr. Carter", meaning Chris Carter, the creator of the X-Files. I was very adamant at the time about my story being heard.
I was writing about stuff like "ULF" waves (ultra low frequency sound waves) and something I called a "backpack weapon", that shot what looked like a white florescent beam with circles around it. I called it "donuts on a rope".
In my memories, which were visceral (felt emotionally as well as mentally), I had witnessed such a weapon being used, and had you been on Myspace in 2006, you could have read all about it in the blogs that constituted the first draft of my book.
My point in recounting it now, is firstly that the memory I wrote about was very detailed, a full story. But most importantly - because we have been talking about science, and memory, and consciousness - is that I was writing about this stuff in 1998. I had been talking about it since 1994, but nobody wanted any part of it.
Of course, things like alien ray guns go way back to the 1950s, with sci-fi movies, and even all the way back to the 1890s with H.G.Wells and "War Of The Worlds". But the difference is that my story, when I was writing on the newfangled Internet in 1998, wasn't about something as familiar and generalised as aliens or their ray guns.
What I described - and I still have the archived posts - were weapons, specific weapons, in this case one that was worn as a "backpack" by a "soldier", that utilised directed energy.
You can call them beam weapons, particle weapons.......at the time, I thought of it as a "photon weapon".
The point is that at the time, no books had come out on directed energy. No books generally known, at any rate. Nick Cook's famous "The Hunt For Zero Point" did not come out till 2002. Dr. Farrell did not publish his first book until 2003.
And me? I was just a schmoe, albeit not a dummy, but I guarantee you that, prior to the mid-to-late 1990s, 1994 to 1997 to be exact, I was not thinking of technology of any kind. Science was not my interest, rock n' roll was. And life in general.
But when my memories came back, they were visceral, my word to describe something as real as your memory of what you did or experienced earlier today.
So, when I wrote on the newly discovered Internet in 1998 - because I was so determined to tell my story - I just wrote from memory. I wrote what I remembered. And I could see and feel those things right in front of me, as if they had happened yesterday. That's why I was so adamant to tell them.
If you woke up and found yourself on Jupiter, and then somehow found yourself back at home, believe me, you would feel compelled to tell of your experience.
But the point I always come back to, 17 years later now, is that in my own non-technical way, I was describing directed energy weapons. I was describing what I saw in use, by a person I perceived was a soldier. And that led to other revelations, such as the use of ULF waves to build up pressure against the atmosphere. I wrote about this stuff in 1998, with no scientific background, only my memories.
I know it all sounds extremely weird, because you don't have enough context, and the context is extensive.
But the main point is the time frame, that I've been writing about what happened since 1998 (and talking about it since 1994), and that I did so with no scientific background to crib from, or to base anything on. I was writing strictly to tell a visceral story, in the same way you would need to tell somebody, immdediately, of your trip to Jupiter. You would need to tell someone the moment you returned, and you wouldn't need a science background to relate your story.
All you'd have to do - all you'd want to do! - is to describe what you saw.
And that's what I did, in 1998, on the burgeoning Internet, before all these books and stories about directed energy were ever written. I was just telling a story of what happened to me, from memory. //////
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Late Tuesday Night Love (Marquardt Memories)
Hi, my Darling,
Happy Late Night. I am getting situated here at Pearl's, but wanted to check-in since I haven't yet today. Sorry about that, but nothing was really happening, just a Usual Tuesday. I did watch a great gangster movie this afternoon : "G Men", with James Cagney. Made in 1935, super early, but with a great script and lots of FBI vs. The Mob action. Great stuff. :)
I saw your post from The Onion on the Large Hadron Collider. Funny stuff! Has Stephane had the opportunity to work over there, in Switzerland? Pretty impressive if so, or even if not, cause I know he would certainly rate the opportunity.
Well, I am gonna finish getting things in order here, and then I will be back in about 45 minutes or so. I hope you had a great day!
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:55pm : I am back. Yeah, that's a trip about the Hadron Collider. I would love to see such a thing, much less have a chance to work on it. And of course you'd have to be working on an advanced degree and even then, picked from a select group I imagine. I of course am not in that category, but I always did have an intuitive understanding of things from the time I was little. Also, when I was a kid, my Dad exposed me to lots of stuff, like the Palomar telescope, a nuclear submarine and battleship at Long Beach, the open house at Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and air shows at Edwards Air Force Base.
One of my earliest memories is of our next door neighbor, a man named Cookie Tom (cause he and his wife had a "Cookie Tree" for kids to "pick" from, lol). I am actually, as I write, sitting about 20 feet from Cookie Tom's backyard, although Cookie Tom is long gone. He may have passed away by now, or he'd be very old, but he and his family moved away years ago. They lived on a corner house, between our house and the house I am sitting in now, Pearl's family home. Anyway, back then, about 1963 or 64, very early in my life, Cookie Tom took me and his daughter Kiko, also about three or four, to visit his workplace. It was called Marquardt Corporation. When I Google it now, I see that they were into the development of ramjet engines, but when we went there, in my memory I see a small space capsule and a lot of wiring, gold wiring. Cookie Tom worked on the Gemini Space Program for NASA, and he was an electrical engineer and all-around technical wizard.
But that is the kind of stuff Dad and others, like Cookie Tom or my "Uncle" Earl Hamner, took me to see when I was little, and these trips, in addition to a general immersion in math and science interests because of Dad, instilled in me an insatiable curiosity for The Way Things Work (also the title of a famous children's book), and that curiosity has never left me. Actually, it has only gotten stronger and stronger.
I don't have a college education in such things, but I do have an intuitive grasp, and I am also an inveterate detective, so if something strikes my fancy, I will study it and try to figure it out.
Here is something that is interesting to ponder, at least I find it to be so. What if, one day, you realised - or could feel - that you'd lived a past life, only the life wasn't from the past, like during the Renaissance or Elizabethan Age or The Old West. What if you had a distinct sense that your "past" life actually occured during your present lifetime?
Remember that there are touchstones for memory. Geological markers are one such touchstone. Huge rock outcroppings such as the ones in Chatsworth don't change for eons, so if you have a recurring dream, say, or a significant, visceral, memory involving those rocks as a location, then you have something to base your memory in reality. Buildings are another kind of touchstone or "memory marker". Buildings sometimes stay in place for decades, and so the same thing applies as it does to the Chatsworth rocks.
I am trying to describe a sense of deja vu, but not just in the sense of a "flash", as deja vu is normally experienced. What I am talking about is much more comprehensive. It is a sense that begins in early childhood, that this life is connected to something else. As an aside, I have remarked before that adults wonder where they will go when they die, but small children can sense where they have been before they were born. It is very true. The trouble is, as kids grow, that early consciousness is pushed from the forefront of their brain, and so most folks, as they age into adolescence, adulthood and middle age, forget completely those sensations they experienced as very small children. I am talking between perhaps 2 and 3 years of age. That would be just old enough to understand intuitively what you are experiencing, even if, at such a young age, you could in no way express or relate it to others.
Young children may experience a prolonged feeling of deja vu, in which they are living in between worlds. Mentally, at least.
In most folks, this phenomenon is probably forgotten completely. But what if you were one of the folks who remembered it?
To compound matters, what if when you got older, you remembered specific "scenes" involving places and people from your childhood, only you knew for certain that those scenes did not take place in the life you are now living? But what if it felt like they took place at a similar time?
This part is important. What if it felt like those "scenes", from early childhood memories and also from dreams, took place in not only a similar time, but one that involved the same locations as the ones you knew from your childhood?
Think of it this way : you remember your childhood, and many things you did, and the locations involved.
But then you also remember alternate scenes, of unusual things, involving the same locations, or at least the same general locale, the area in which you grew up.
And if those alternate scenes were revealed to you in dreams and as latent memories that you recovered as an adult, you might feel as if you'd lived another life, during the same childhood.
I know it all sounds really weird (of course it does, it's me!), but I am trying to get at the problem of:
What is the nature of a sequence? What is a sequence of time, and especially as it relates to memory, and the absorbtion of memory as a sequence is happening?
It is interesting to note that, in the past century at least, there were people who studied areas of the brain that affect consciousness.
Anything further tonight must be put off, but give it a try in your day to day life. Try to notice small emotional and psychic fluctuations you can feel as you pass specific locations or see landmarks.
Such fluctuations could happen anywhere, or nowhere. Or they could come from dreams.
But they can indicate, if they are persistent in your life, something real that is rising from your consciousness, and trying to show you another part of your life, be it past, present or from some place in between.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sweet Dreams, Elizabeth. I Love You......
Happy Late Night. I am getting situated here at Pearl's, but wanted to check-in since I haven't yet today. Sorry about that, but nothing was really happening, just a Usual Tuesday. I did watch a great gangster movie this afternoon : "G Men", with James Cagney. Made in 1935, super early, but with a great script and lots of FBI vs. The Mob action. Great stuff. :)
I saw your post from The Onion on the Large Hadron Collider. Funny stuff! Has Stephane had the opportunity to work over there, in Switzerland? Pretty impressive if so, or even if not, cause I know he would certainly rate the opportunity.
Well, I am gonna finish getting things in order here, and then I will be back in about 45 minutes or so. I hope you had a great day!
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:55pm : I am back. Yeah, that's a trip about the Hadron Collider. I would love to see such a thing, much less have a chance to work on it. And of course you'd have to be working on an advanced degree and even then, picked from a select group I imagine. I of course am not in that category, but I always did have an intuitive understanding of things from the time I was little. Also, when I was a kid, my Dad exposed me to lots of stuff, like the Palomar telescope, a nuclear submarine and battleship at Long Beach, the open house at Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and air shows at Edwards Air Force Base.
One of my earliest memories is of our next door neighbor, a man named Cookie Tom (cause he and his wife had a "Cookie Tree" for kids to "pick" from, lol). I am actually, as I write, sitting about 20 feet from Cookie Tom's backyard, although Cookie Tom is long gone. He may have passed away by now, or he'd be very old, but he and his family moved away years ago. They lived on a corner house, between our house and the house I am sitting in now, Pearl's family home. Anyway, back then, about 1963 or 64, very early in my life, Cookie Tom took me and his daughter Kiko, also about three or four, to visit his workplace. It was called Marquardt Corporation. When I Google it now, I see that they were into the development of ramjet engines, but when we went there, in my memory I see a small space capsule and a lot of wiring, gold wiring. Cookie Tom worked on the Gemini Space Program for NASA, and he was an electrical engineer and all-around technical wizard.
But that is the kind of stuff Dad and others, like Cookie Tom or my "Uncle" Earl Hamner, took me to see when I was little, and these trips, in addition to a general immersion in math and science interests because of Dad, instilled in me an insatiable curiosity for The Way Things Work (also the title of a famous children's book), and that curiosity has never left me. Actually, it has only gotten stronger and stronger.
I don't have a college education in such things, but I do have an intuitive grasp, and I am also an inveterate detective, so if something strikes my fancy, I will study it and try to figure it out.
Here is something that is interesting to ponder, at least I find it to be so. What if, one day, you realised - or could feel - that you'd lived a past life, only the life wasn't from the past, like during the Renaissance or Elizabethan Age or The Old West. What if you had a distinct sense that your "past" life actually occured during your present lifetime?
Remember that there are touchstones for memory. Geological markers are one such touchstone. Huge rock outcroppings such as the ones in Chatsworth don't change for eons, so if you have a recurring dream, say, or a significant, visceral, memory involving those rocks as a location, then you have something to base your memory in reality. Buildings are another kind of touchstone or "memory marker". Buildings sometimes stay in place for decades, and so the same thing applies as it does to the Chatsworth rocks.
I am trying to describe a sense of deja vu, but not just in the sense of a "flash", as deja vu is normally experienced. What I am talking about is much more comprehensive. It is a sense that begins in early childhood, that this life is connected to something else. As an aside, I have remarked before that adults wonder where they will go when they die, but small children can sense where they have been before they were born. It is very true. The trouble is, as kids grow, that early consciousness is pushed from the forefront of their brain, and so most folks, as they age into adolescence, adulthood and middle age, forget completely those sensations they experienced as very small children. I am talking between perhaps 2 and 3 years of age. That would be just old enough to understand intuitively what you are experiencing, even if, at such a young age, you could in no way express or relate it to others.
Young children may experience a prolonged feeling of deja vu, in which they are living in between worlds. Mentally, at least.
In most folks, this phenomenon is probably forgotten completely. But what if you were one of the folks who remembered it?
To compound matters, what if when you got older, you remembered specific "scenes" involving places and people from your childhood, only you knew for certain that those scenes did not take place in the life you are now living? But what if it felt like they took place at a similar time?
This part is important. What if it felt like those "scenes", from early childhood memories and also from dreams, took place in not only a similar time, but one that involved the same locations as the ones you knew from your childhood?
Think of it this way : you remember your childhood, and many things you did, and the locations involved.
But then you also remember alternate scenes, of unusual things, involving the same locations, or at least the same general locale, the area in which you grew up.
And if those alternate scenes were revealed to you in dreams and as latent memories that you recovered as an adult, you might feel as if you'd lived another life, during the same childhood.
I know it all sounds really weird (of course it does, it's me!), but I am trying to get at the problem of:
What is the nature of a sequence? What is a sequence of time, and especially as it relates to memory, and the absorbtion of memory as a sequence is happening?
It is interesting to note that, in the past century at least, there were people who studied areas of the brain that affect consciousness.
Anything further tonight must be put off, but give it a try in your day to day life. Try to notice small emotional and psychic fluctuations you can feel as you pass specific locations or see landmarks.
Such fluctuations could happen anywhere, or nowhere. Or they could come from dreams.
But they can indicate, if they are persistent in your life, something real that is rising from your consciousness, and trying to show you another part of your life, be it past, present or from some place in between.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sweet Dreams, Elizabeth. I Love You......
Monday, February 9, 2015
Clairol Model :) (drop drills)
Happy Afternoon, Sweet Baby,
Okay, Sweet Baby, you are now a Clairol model. That's what your hair looks like in your new pic on your FB productions page. Super long & shiny, great color too. The way it is lit, it looks like one of those old ads or TV commercials for Clairol, only no Clairol was used in your case. Still, a Clairol model for sure, or even VO5!
That sure is a great picture. :)
I am hitting a bunch of stores today: the produce market, Vons supermarket, the 99 Cent Store, Rite-Aid for Pearl's prescriptions, and then finally Home Depot, which I never made it to over the weekend. Do I have time to watch a movie in between? I think so, if it's a shortie. My Gangster Collection movies are all around 70 minutes long. The one I watched the other day was "San Quentin", starring Humphrey Bogart......
I will check in again back at Pearl's. Hope your week is off to a good start. I Love You!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:50pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. It's super quiet here at Pearl's, good for thinking. Everything is good. A busy day, though, lots of shopping. I am just starting a new book, "Where Did The Towers Go"? by Dr. Judy Wood. I may have said that before, and if I did, please excuse. I got the book from Amazon a few days ago; it is the most expensive book I've ever ordered, 45 bucks, and I'd been meaning to buy it for about two years now but kept putting it off because of the price, but I finally said "what the heck".
It's a book I need to read at any rate. I liked your Dalai Lama post earlier today, and when you really examine his words, you could interpret a literal meaning to "destroy the Earth". Not through slow means, from pollution and global warming, but through something extreme. That is what my generation went through with the nuclear weapons age, back when the Cold War was going on. It was a totally phoney baloney situation (aren't they all!) between the Soviet Union and the USA. Neither one of them was gonna nuke the other, but "in public", they maintained that stance for 30 years.
Wow, Sweet Baby! It blows my mind, because I just now thought of it, that you did not experience the Soviet Union. No worries that you didn't, because other than their science and their military (which was no great shakes), it was a complete flop.
But they were after the same things we were in the era of the Cold War: space technology and what you might call field technology - the ability to project power into - and through - space, creating currents, force fields, interference patterns, all kinds of stuff.
Imagine all the stuff people have created over the years here on solid ground, on planet Earth. All the building blocks of modern society, many of them based on electricity or engineering in some form.
Now imagine if you could do that in "empty" space, which really isn't so empty but has aetheric building blocks of it's own. You could create electromagnetic explosions. You could create a force field as thick as any brick wall. You could use incredibly powerful acoustic waves to create ultimate pressures in the atmosphere, or in structures.
These would be the invisible building blocks of space, of the aether. Weapons that you can't see.
So again, not to be grim or depressing, but just imformation, as a response to your Dalai Lama post. During the Cold War, we kids experienced something called "drop drills" in elementary school, where every couple weeks or so, the teacher would inform us in the morning that sometime during the school day, there would be a "drop drill". Sometimes she would call it right away, within an hour or two. Sometimes it wouldn't happen until the day was almost over. But what would happen, out of the blue, in the middle of a classroom lesson, is that the teacher would yell "DROP"!
And the kids, who had been warned at the beginning of the schoolday, would immediately hop down below their desks, in a duck-and-cover position. And we would stay there until the teacher told us to get up.
That was the way it was in the Cold War era, in the phoney-baloney chess game era of nuclear brinksmanship between the Soviet Union (what a joke that was) and the USA.
But the funny thing was - and this is why kids are The Coolest - is that the kids saw it as a game all along.
We actually looked forward to "drop drills", because they would disrupt the teaching schedule. They were fun, something to be anticipated.
All this is to point out that you can be optimistic about the future of Earth, and even our ecosystem, which seems in crisis now, though not at a breaking point.
I say, don't worry, because nothing terrible is gonna happen. The reason why is that you could feel it if it was gonna happen. Everything else is just propaganda, like the Cold War and those school-interrupting drop drills.
The technology is real. But the Good Guys always win. If the Bad Guys won, it would all have been over long ago.
I Love You, Sweet Baby. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Okay, Sweet Baby, you are now a Clairol model. That's what your hair looks like in your new pic on your FB productions page. Super long & shiny, great color too. The way it is lit, it looks like one of those old ads or TV commercials for Clairol, only no Clairol was used in your case. Still, a Clairol model for sure, or even VO5!
That sure is a great picture. :)
I am hitting a bunch of stores today: the produce market, Vons supermarket, the 99 Cent Store, Rite-Aid for Pearl's prescriptions, and then finally Home Depot, which I never made it to over the weekend. Do I have time to watch a movie in between? I think so, if it's a shortie. My Gangster Collection movies are all around 70 minutes long. The one I watched the other day was "San Quentin", starring Humphrey Bogart......
I will check in again back at Pearl's. Hope your week is off to a good start. I Love You!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:50pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. It's super quiet here at Pearl's, good for thinking. Everything is good. A busy day, though, lots of shopping. I am just starting a new book, "Where Did The Towers Go"? by Dr. Judy Wood. I may have said that before, and if I did, please excuse. I got the book from Amazon a few days ago; it is the most expensive book I've ever ordered, 45 bucks, and I'd been meaning to buy it for about two years now but kept putting it off because of the price, but I finally said "what the heck".
It's a book I need to read at any rate. I liked your Dalai Lama post earlier today, and when you really examine his words, you could interpret a literal meaning to "destroy the Earth". Not through slow means, from pollution and global warming, but through something extreme. That is what my generation went through with the nuclear weapons age, back when the Cold War was going on. It was a totally phoney baloney situation (aren't they all!) between the Soviet Union and the USA. Neither one of them was gonna nuke the other, but "in public", they maintained that stance for 30 years.
Wow, Sweet Baby! It blows my mind, because I just now thought of it, that you did not experience the Soviet Union. No worries that you didn't, because other than their science and their military (which was no great shakes), it was a complete flop.
But they were after the same things we were in the era of the Cold War: space technology and what you might call field technology - the ability to project power into - and through - space, creating currents, force fields, interference patterns, all kinds of stuff.
Imagine all the stuff people have created over the years here on solid ground, on planet Earth. All the building blocks of modern society, many of them based on electricity or engineering in some form.
Now imagine if you could do that in "empty" space, which really isn't so empty but has aetheric building blocks of it's own. You could create electromagnetic explosions. You could create a force field as thick as any brick wall. You could use incredibly powerful acoustic waves to create ultimate pressures in the atmosphere, or in structures.
These would be the invisible building blocks of space, of the aether. Weapons that you can't see.
So again, not to be grim or depressing, but just imformation, as a response to your Dalai Lama post. During the Cold War, we kids experienced something called "drop drills" in elementary school, where every couple weeks or so, the teacher would inform us in the morning that sometime during the school day, there would be a "drop drill". Sometimes she would call it right away, within an hour or two. Sometimes it wouldn't happen until the day was almost over. But what would happen, out of the blue, in the middle of a classroom lesson, is that the teacher would yell "DROP"!
And the kids, who had been warned at the beginning of the schoolday, would immediately hop down below their desks, in a duck-and-cover position. And we would stay there until the teacher told us to get up.
That was the way it was in the Cold War era, in the phoney-baloney chess game era of nuclear brinksmanship between the Soviet Union (what a joke that was) and the USA.
But the funny thing was - and this is why kids are The Coolest - is that the kids saw it as a game all along.
We actually looked forward to "drop drills", because they would disrupt the teaching schedule. They were fun, something to be anticipated.
All this is to point out that you can be optimistic about the future of Earth, and even our ecosystem, which seems in crisis now, though not at a breaking point.
I say, don't worry, because nothing terrible is gonna happen. The reason why is that you could feel it if it was gonna happen. Everything else is just propaganda, like the Cold War and those school-interrupting drop drills.
The technology is real. But the Good Guys always win. If the Bad Guys won, it would all have been over long ago.
I Love You, Sweet Baby. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Home From Choir (Everything Looks Great!) (connections)
Happy Sunday Afternoon, my Darling,
Just getting home. Today was the longest choir practice we've had since I've been there. We worked on a few of the regular songs, and then we went through an entire cantata for Easter, a modern piece called "Out Of The Shadows" by John Purifoy. I'd never heard it before so I had to just follow along, but the director gave me a cd to take with me to get familiar with it.
Now I've got a couple hours to chill, so I am gonna just take it easy. I may save the whole walk for tonight, I'm not sure yet.
I hope you are having a nice day. Maybe you are at the studio again? :)
I will be here until 4:15, and then I will see you at Pearl's.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
6:50pm : Okay, Sweet Bay - Bee! Everything looks fantastic! First I saw your new name for your company - "productions" is all-inclusive and indicates your versitality. Love it! Then I saw your self-portrait/profile pic, which looks great and totally professional, a flawless shot. Then I noticed a link for your professional website, so I clicked it and I am very impressed. Everything is well stated and articulate. The shot of the model is, again, fantastic and totally pro. It looks like a shot you'd see in a fashion magazine. And of course the Blunderbuss video I am familiar with, and that shows your pro-level video skills as well.
So - wow! - yes, indeed, everything looks raring to go. Let the clients roll in!
I also love your new cover pic on your personal FB. Excellent texture, good lines, grey scale. Now, that is you in the pic, so I take it you are becoming adept at using the timer on your cam, and marking out (or just remembering) where to stand. It came out great. Interesting that it's a landscape not unlike what you might find at home in Wisconsin.
Great stuff all the way around!
I will post now so I can tell you. And I'll be here til The Usual, except for my walk.
I Love You, my Darling. I'm excited! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
11:45pm : Happy Late Night, my Baby. All is calm in Pearl's kitchen. I made a baked potato for a late night snack and now I am listening to KUSC softly on the radio. I think today was a great day, and I am thinking again, that as far as videos go, that when Good Morning V finishes their album, it is a good connection because: A) the possibility that you could do another video for them, and also B) Paul seems to be a pretty well connected guy in that area, and he could also direct bands/clients your way. So that's just one aspect to be thinking about.
The thing is, you are You. People like you, and you have a great connection with lots of people. So the way I see it, all you have to do is keep pushing it. You can do it at whatever pace suits you, but just keep using your cameras - still and video - and keep adding to your work (I won't use the word "portfolio" cause it's too cliche, haha). People will gravitate to you, toward what you are doing, because you are You.
And then your professional skills will keep them coming. So it's great that you have the "people skills" too.
I am excited because I'd love to get back into some serious writing again, like I did from 2006-08, and then again in 2009 on a separate story. I am not particularly a people skills person, but my milieu is Weird Stuff anyway. What I need is to have a Dr. Farrell on my side, or somebody who understands what I am talking about.
But it's exciting to know that you have something ready to go, creatively, and that you have potential connections. In your case, I know you still know the people surrounding Alcest (a huge band now, worldwide), you know the artist who works with them, and you know Neige, even if he is busier than he used to be. The point is, all it takes is One Thing.
One connection that leads to one job, one client..........and then you're in.
And as they say in Hollywood (at least in the Unions), once you're in, you're in.
It's kinda like, you know how when you see a new "hot" actor or performer pop up, and all of a sudden he or she has a bunch of movies coming out? That's what I mean when I say it just takes One Connection.
At any rate, just some thoughts for tonight, after seeing your website today, and the progress you have made in the time I've known you.
I try to look at things from above the playing field. I get a better view that way. :)
Sweet Dreams, and I will see you in the morn. I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Just getting home. Today was the longest choir practice we've had since I've been there. We worked on a few of the regular songs, and then we went through an entire cantata for Easter, a modern piece called "Out Of The Shadows" by John Purifoy. I'd never heard it before so I had to just follow along, but the director gave me a cd to take with me to get familiar with it.
Now I've got a couple hours to chill, so I am gonna just take it easy. I may save the whole walk for tonight, I'm not sure yet.
I hope you are having a nice day. Maybe you are at the studio again? :)
I will be here until 4:15, and then I will see you at Pearl's.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
6:50pm : Okay, Sweet Bay - Bee! Everything looks fantastic! First I saw your new name for your company - "productions" is all-inclusive and indicates your versitality. Love it! Then I saw your self-portrait/profile pic, which looks great and totally professional, a flawless shot. Then I noticed a link for your professional website, so I clicked it and I am very impressed. Everything is well stated and articulate. The shot of the model is, again, fantastic and totally pro. It looks like a shot you'd see in a fashion magazine. And of course the Blunderbuss video I am familiar with, and that shows your pro-level video skills as well.
So - wow! - yes, indeed, everything looks raring to go. Let the clients roll in!
I also love your new cover pic on your personal FB. Excellent texture, good lines, grey scale. Now, that is you in the pic, so I take it you are becoming adept at using the timer on your cam, and marking out (or just remembering) where to stand. It came out great. Interesting that it's a landscape not unlike what you might find at home in Wisconsin.
Great stuff all the way around!
I will post now so I can tell you. And I'll be here til The Usual, except for my walk.
I Love You, my Darling. I'm excited! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
11:45pm : Happy Late Night, my Baby. All is calm in Pearl's kitchen. I made a baked potato for a late night snack and now I am listening to KUSC softly on the radio. I think today was a great day, and I am thinking again, that as far as videos go, that when Good Morning V finishes their album, it is a good connection because: A) the possibility that you could do another video for them, and also B) Paul seems to be a pretty well connected guy in that area, and he could also direct bands/clients your way. So that's just one aspect to be thinking about.
The thing is, you are You. People like you, and you have a great connection with lots of people. So the way I see it, all you have to do is keep pushing it. You can do it at whatever pace suits you, but just keep using your cameras - still and video - and keep adding to your work (I won't use the word "portfolio" cause it's too cliche, haha). People will gravitate to you, toward what you are doing, because you are You.
And then your professional skills will keep them coming. So it's great that you have the "people skills" too.
I am excited because I'd love to get back into some serious writing again, like I did from 2006-08, and then again in 2009 on a separate story. I am not particularly a people skills person, but my milieu is Weird Stuff anyway. What I need is to have a Dr. Farrell on my side, or somebody who understands what I am talking about.
But it's exciting to know that you have something ready to go, creatively, and that you have potential connections. In your case, I know you still know the people surrounding Alcest (a huge band now, worldwide), you know the artist who works with them, and you know Neige, even if he is busier than he used to be. The point is, all it takes is One Thing.
One connection that leads to one job, one client..........and then you're in.
And as they say in Hollywood (at least in the Unions), once you're in, you're in.
It's kinda like, you know how when you see a new "hot" actor or performer pop up, and all of a sudden he or she has a bunch of movies coming out? That's what I mean when I say it just takes One Connection.
At any rate, just some thoughts for tonight, after seeing your website today, and the progress you have made in the time I've known you.
I try to look at things from above the playing field. I get a better view that way. :)
Sweet Dreams, and I will see you in the morn. I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Saturday February Love (home) (quick check-in, then back momentarily) (geology)
Good Afternoon, my Darling,
I am home from Pearl's. The Internet service over there is really getting on my nerves. Once you turn the computer on, it only works for an hour or so, max. Then you click a link, and the little "wheel" just goes around and around in the tab window, and nothing loads. Then, you click more links, and the wheel starts to go reaaallllyyy slowwwww, like it barely has enough energy to turn around. Watching that annoys the heck outta me, lol.
Then finally a "not responding" page comes up. This happens over and over and over, almost every time the computer has been on for more than a few minutes. So you have to keep shutting it off and rebooting it.
You know how much I hate tech problems, so I don't wanna deal with it, at least not at the moment. If they have to send another modem out, I will indeed be calling Dr. Janov for some Primal Scream Therapy, haha.
At least my service here at home works pretty good. And, of course I will get the service at Pearl's straightened around, but it's just frustrating because it was very difficult just to get the new modem working, it took an hour on the phone with the ATT tech girl.
Well, anyway........stop whining, Ad. Yeah, I know. :)
I will be here for a couple hours at least. Vickie did not come over. I can put my grocery shopping off til tomorrow, but at some point I need to go to Home Depot to get fertilizer for the roses at Pearl's. Gotta start cutting 'em back, too. Cut off all the thin branches and twiggy stuff.
I hope you are enjoying your Saturday. I will check back in probably when I get back to Pearl's, and hopefully that doggone computer will work for more than five minutes. :)
I Love You, Sweet Baby! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
6:45pm : Good Evening, my Darling. Just getting home. It was raining again this afternoon, which will keep the hiking trails green for that much longer. I think it's tapering off enough to get my walk in, and my friend Dave F. will be coming over at 7:30 to go with me. I hope you are having a nice evening. Other than the walk, I'll be around until 9:45 as usual, then back at Pearl's.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxo :):)
11:20pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. I am still getting situated here at Pearl's. She is still awake watching TV, but I wanted to check in just so you know I'm here. Did you go to Megatone today? Maybe when the album is ready, you can do another video for the guys. That would be great! Well, I am gonna try to convince Pearl to go to sleep pretty soon, so she won't be tired in church tomorrow morn. Then I will be right back, half an hour at most. :):)
11:55pm : Five minutes longer than half an hour - doh! But all quiet on the western front now. I like your post of the gigantic waterfall, too, and I wonder where it is? Somewhere in South America perhaps. What would your first destination be if you could go anywhere to see a geological feature or an ancient artifact? Non-vacation travel, in other words, and non-cultural. Mine would probably be that place in Bolivia, way up high in the mountains where they have those perfectly manufactured blocks of stone that had to have been machined. I can't remember the name of the place so I'll have to look it up. Not Macchu Picchu, which is also awesome. Pretty sure it's in Bolivia.
Or, I would choose the ruins of Harappa, in India.
I mentioned a bunch of such places in a blog I wrote in Summer 2013, when I was reading Igor Witkowski's book, "Axis Of The World", which chronicles his search for ancient civilizations, ones that came before the Sumerians. Way before, in fact.
I would want to go to places where evidence from The Flood can still be seen, or evidence of Atlantis. That kind of stuff.
They just put up a sign at the entrance to Santa Susana that designates it as an "archaeological site", which intrigues me. I mean, I know it is ancient Indian ground, but I have been wondering if there might be burial grounds in the park, things like that. When I am out there, I am always alone, have the whole place to myself, and I can definitely feel a presence or spirit of some kind. It's just a simple, peaceful feeling, but it's different from the simple peaceful feelings you get in other sections of the Chatsworth mountains. At Santa Susana, there is a vibe. So I am wondering what the park service knows, to designate it, just last month, as an archaeological site.
And I wanna find out! :)
I am very much interested in pre-history, because when you think about it, history is only the available written down stuff. What about the stuff that happened before that?
And that's where the geological record comes in, and archaeology too.
I am interested in, and have written about, memory. I will write more about it in the future, but what interests me regarding places such as these, is that there seems to be a latent memory, or feeling, present at such sites. Why is there a feeling of "presence" at Santa Susana? Or Stonehenge? I am sure you could give me examples in Wisconsin, from some of the Ice Age landscapes you have visited.
I have some very specific views on why such places evoke deep feeling in a visitor, rather than just plain curiosity by itself. I am interested in the theory known as Catastrophism (you can Google it), and I imagine that a planetary cataclysm could wipe out everything on Earth.........except memory.
Memory that resides not in the human brain, but in the soul.
And here is what I find to be mindblowing. The soul, and the spirit, and the human being comes and goes, right? We live and we die, and then.......
But the Earth spins along almost eternally. It does not die. Not yet, anyway. And it's geological features stand in place for eons. If a scar is made on Earth (or on Mars) it stands for eons. Mountains rise and stand for eons. Forces shape the Earth, and leave the features that we see today on maps.
But there are certain places we could visit, that would give us goosebumps. And that is because of a recognition factor of some sort.
Re-cognition. Cognizing all over again. Remembering.
We come and go, the Earth stays the same. Then we come back and vaguely recognize where we've been.
Sweet Dreams, my Darling. I will see you after church tomorrow.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I am home from Pearl's. The Internet service over there is really getting on my nerves. Once you turn the computer on, it only works for an hour or so, max. Then you click a link, and the little "wheel" just goes around and around in the tab window, and nothing loads. Then, you click more links, and the wheel starts to go reaaallllyyy slowwwww, like it barely has enough energy to turn around. Watching that annoys the heck outta me, lol.
Then finally a "not responding" page comes up. This happens over and over and over, almost every time the computer has been on for more than a few minutes. So you have to keep shutting it off and rebooting it.
You know how much I hate tech problems, so I don't wanna deal with it, at least not at the moment. If they have to send another modem out, I will indeed be calling Dr. Janov for some Primal Scream Therapy, haha.
At least my service here at home works pretty good. And, of course I will get the service at Pearl's straightened around, but it's just frustrating because it was very difficult just to get the new modem working, it took an hour on the phone with the ATT tech girl.
Well, anyway........stop whining, Ad. Yeah, I know. :)
I will be here for a couple hours at least. Vickie did not come over. I can put my grocery shopping off til tomorrow, but at some point I need to go to Home Depot to get fertilizer for the roses at Pearl's. Gotta start cutting 'em back, too. Cut off all the thin branches and twiggy stuff.
I hope you are enjoying your Saturday. I will check back in probably when I get back to Pearl's, and hopefully that doggone computer will work for more than five minutes. :)
I Love You, Sweet Baby! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
6:45pm : Good Evening, my Darling. Just getting home. It was raining again this afternoon, which will keep the hiking trails green for that much longer. I think it's tapering off enough to get my walk in, and my friend Dave F. will be coming over at 7:30 to go with me. I hope you are having a nice evening. Other than the walk, I'll be around until 9:45 as usual, then back at Pearl's.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxo :):)
11:20pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. I am still getting situated here at Pearl's. She is still awake watching TV, but I wanted to check in just so you know I'm here. Did you go to Megatone today? Maybe when the album is ready, you can do another video for the guys. That would be great! Well, I am gonna try to convince Pearl to go to sleep pretty soon, so she won't be tired in church tomorrow morn. Then I will be right back, half an hour at most. :):)
11:55pm : Five minutes longer than half an hour - doh! But all quiet on the western front now. I like your post of the gigantic waterfall, too, and I wonder where it is? Somewhere in South America perhaps. What would your first destination be if you could go anywhere to see a geological feature or an ancient artifact? Non-vacation travel, in other words, and non-cultural. Mine would probably be that place in Bolivia, way up high in the mountains where they have those perfectly manufactured blocks of stone that had to have been machined. I can't remember the name of the place so I'll have to look it up. Not Macchu Picchu, which is also awesome. Pretty sure it's in Bolivia.
Or, I would choose the ruins of Harappa, in India.
I mentioned a bunch of such places in a blog I wrote in Summer 2013, when I was reading Igor Witkowski's book, "Axis Of The World", which chronicles his search for ancient civilizations, ones that came before the Sumerians. Way before, in fact.
I would want to go to places where evidence from The Flood can still be seen, or evidence of Atlantis. That kind of stuff.
They just put up a sign at the entrance to Santa Susana that designates it as an "archaeological site", which intrigues me. I mean, I know it is ancient Indian ground, but I have been wondering if there might be burial grounds in the park, things like that. When I am out there, I am always alone, have the whole place to myself, and I can definitely feel a presence or spirit of some kind. It's just a simple, peaceful feeling, but it's different from the simple peaceful feelings you get in other sections of the Chatsworth mountains. At Santa Susana, there is a vibe. So I am wondering what the park service knows, to designate it, just last month, as an archaeological site.
And I wanna find out! :)
I am very much interested in pre-history, because when you think about it, history is only the available written down stuff. What about the stuff that happened before that?
And that's where the geological record comes in, and archaeology too.
I am interested in, and have written about, memory. I will write more about it in the future, but what interests me regarding places such as these, is that there seems to be a latent memory, or feeling, present at such sites. Why is there a feeling of "presence" at Santa Susana? Or Stonehenge? I am sure you could give me examples in Wisconsin, from some of the Ice Age landscapes you have visited.
I have some very specific views on why such places evoke deep feeling in a visitor, rather than just plain curiosity by itself. I am interested in the theory known as Catastrophism (you can Google it), and I imagine that a planetary cataclysm could wipe out everything on Earth.........except memory.
Memory that resides not in the human brain, but in the soul.
And here is what I find to be mindblowing. The soul, and the spirit, and the human being comes and goes, right? We live and we die, and then.......
But the Earth spins along almost eternally. It does not die. Not yet, anyway. And it's geological features stand in place for eons. If a scar is made on Earth (or on Mars) it stands for eons. Mountains rise and stand for eons. Forces shape the Earth, and leave the features that we see today on maps.
But there are certain places we could visit, that would give us goosebumps. And that is because of a recognition factor of some sort.
Re-cognition. Cognizing all over again. Remembering.
We come and go, the Earth stays the same. Then we come back and vaguely recognize where we've been.
Sweet Dreams, my Darling. I will see you after church tomorrow.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Friday, February 6, 2015
Happy Friday Love (Sweet Babyism & Rock Lake) (Dad's WW2 Records + Technologies)
Happy Friday, Sweet Baby,
I hope you are enjoying the afternoon. I am at home, Friday being an easy day with no appointments. I was lucky this morn to get tickets for both upcoming Rush shows, one at the Forum and the other at the outdoor Verizon Wireless Amphitheater. That one is way down in Orange County, 80 miles away, and I normally would not travel that far, even for a Rush show (yikes!, c'mon Ad....), but this time, since they are saying it's "the last big tour", I'd figured I'd better go to both. I got a decent seat for each show, not real close but not too far back, either. The only problem is that I'll be going alone to both. I wish you were going with me! We'd have fun, even if you aren't a fan of Rush or don't know their music. Just going to the shows, we'd have a blast.
Let's put that on our to-do list, shall we? :):)
I am gonna hang out and relax for a few, maybe watch a movie. I got a box of Gangster movies in the mail from Amazon the other day, "Warner Gangsters Vol. 2", starring guys like James Cagney and Edward G. Robinson. The set was marked down to 13 bucks for six movies, so I couldn't pass it up, lol. I am halfway thinking of going to Santa Susana later, around 2:30 or so, or maybe up to Aliso, but not sure yet. For now, though, I'll be here for a while.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
5:05pm : Happy Evening, Sweet Baby! I love it - love the picture with Hannah. :) That's a Sweet Baby picture if there ever was one. They are all bundled up in the snow, very cute indeed. I know you are having a typical Winter, but I'm just glad it's not sub-zero for weeks on end like it was last year. That must make a difference, right? To at least have the temps in the 20s? I hope so. And I love Sweet Babyism!
That is also a pretty awesome pic of the Icehenge. When I saw it was created at Rock Lake, I said "wait a minute, I know that place". It immediately came to mind that I'd written about something having to do with that lake, something I'd read in one of my books, and it was the pyramids that are located below the surface of the lake itself. There is something else, too, I think, perhaps a Loch Ness-type creature. I will have to do more checking when I get home, but I recall writing about it in a blog, and asking you at the time if you'd ever been there. Now it would be especially awesome to go, to see the Icehenge. I guess there is a strong supernatural/spiritual connection associated with the place.
If you haven't been there, wait for me. I wanna go too! :):)
I hope you are having a nice evening. I am gonna feed critters now, and I will check back in later, after I get home.
I Love You, Elizabeth! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:55pm : Happy Late Night, my Angel. Sorry for the super late post. I have been trying to research some of my Dad's military records from WW2. I guess because I am such a history buff on the subject, I want to know more about what he did in the war. I know what he told me - that he was in a radar battalion in the Army Air Force (which became the Air Force in 1947), and I know a few stories he told me when I was little, stories that he repeated over the years - no combat, nothing gruesome - but still pretty intense. But after he died, I found myself wishing I'd pumped him for more information while he was alive. "Hey Dad, I know the stories, the anecdotes.........but what'd you do, day by day"? Cause he never talked about the details of being in a radar battalion, the day to day stuff, in the biggest war in world history. And so I've become increasingly curious, because I know that the war had a huge effect on Dad's life, perhaps in a subliminal way.
It's funny, because I am a person who communicates pretty much everything. Opinionated Aries, you know. Had I been in a war (and thank goodness I wasn't), I imagine I would have talked about it down to the last detail. But I know that a lot of guys who actually were in wars did not want to talk. Dad talked, but only a few selected stories. So I am trying to see what I can find, about what his experience was.
I had never thought of this aspect until just a couple days ago, but it hit me all of a sudden. My Dad was in a radar battalion. Radar was a new technology in WW2, and based on the transmission of radio waves into the sky, to bounce off any enemy aircraft in the vicinity and send a converted visual "signature" back to the ground unit, who then could alert their superiors and protect their own forces.
What I found interesting, is that radar involved radio transmission, and then when Dad got out of the military, his first job was at a radio station, WLW in Cincinnati, the "world's longest wavelength", with megawattage, before they regulated radio stations. That's where Dad met my Mom, who had her radio show there.
The interesting part for me is the technology, and that is where so much of today's world was formed. Radio led to radar, led to transistors, led to microwave technology, which led to all kinds of stuff that has probably been kept from the public thus far. World War Two, even when I was a five year old listening to my Dad's stories, seemed like ancient history. Modern history feels like there is a dividing point between the computer era and everything that came before, but the dividing point is really World War Two. That's when all of today's sophisticated technologies were being developed. Some of those technologies were filtered down into public life, and some were kept secret.
The Internet has provided a boon, however, to anti-secrecy, and to the spreading of "kept" information. You see, in World War Two, in those times and in that era, people didn't question things much. Of course, by the time the war got going, they knew Hitler was a monster, but the general enlisted man probably had no idea how he got to be so powerful in the first place. So, because he was a monster, and because he was allowed to proliferate his aggression, young men signed up by the millions to fight him. I just found out in my research tonight that 16 million American men participated in World War Two.
But what we can see in hindsight, from our advantage in the information age, is that probably very few of those men knew why.
Or, in the case of the technologies involved, knew what. What was being developed? Nobody knew.
So you see, there have always been Powers That Be. Powers that start wars. Powers that study physics in secret. Powers that develop new technologies in their own time, to their own secret knowledge. Some, they reveal to the public, like microwave ovens. Some they keep secret. But in the Internet Age, those secrets are harder for them to keep.
It is important for your generation to know that there are two of certain things, one for public consumption, and one to keep for the Powers That Be, who keep their developments a secret.
There are two kinds of physics. Two space programs. Two kinds of politics. Two kinds of economics.
And thus, a war as huge as World War Two, can unfold with millions of participants, but with only a handful of men at the top really understanding why it is happening, or how it came to be, or what is at stake.
And what we've seen is that a large part of the motive in the 20th and 21st centuries, has been the control of new technologies, in their development and secrecy.
But when we look backwards, to ancient times - and times of pre-history - we may be looking at remnants of an even greater technology, in artifacts and relics like Stonehenge and Gobekli Tepe. This is the stuff that Dr. Farrell writes about.
You are the expert on Pagan culture, but I know enough to know that they understood the organic technology of nature, and indeed, as Dr. Farrell has researched, the Pagans and other ancient cultures like the Egyptians may have been legacy societies; i.e. cultures who came after, and thus inherited, the remains of the supreme technologies of an ultra-ancient race on Earth. That race may have blown themselves up, or fought a cosmic war.....who knows. But it is interesting to look at that long scar on the face of Mars and speculate.
But at any rate, in the aftermath of such a cataclysm, the "follow-up" races may have emerged in the stead of the ultra race. Therefore, the Egyptians may not have built the pyramids, but rather inherited them. And the same with Stonehenge. The follow-up races may have been "legacy" races, who were handed down the remnants of technologies left over from a supreme race that had blown itself up.
And thus down the millennia, down the centuries, do the ancestors of all the ancient races try to recover that long ago technology. Powers That Be - super-aggresso types - have always risen up to hold those positions, and keep secret the findings. The Nazis were the epitome of this type of people. They were after all the Occult secrets, of the Pagans, of the Thule, the Norse Gods. And that is because they were certain that it was not mythology behind all those tales, but real history, and real science, alternative science hidden in myths.
Thus has played out the games of the Secret Keepers of the modern era, which in the previous century involved the two bloodiest wars in human history.
Please don't think of any of this in a depressing or grim way, but instead just as information. It's like as if someone had found a buried treasure - or at least knew of a buried treasure - that the rest of the world had never even heard of. And those that knew about it, sat on it. Or they searched for it and kept their search a secret. They fought wars over it, with other Powers That Be, using ordinary young men as their soldiers. Over the years, they harnessed aspects of it, some which they made public, and which also profitted them greatly.
But the most powerful of the ancient technologies, they kept secret.
This is what we seek the truth of, now.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I hope you are enjoying the afternoon. I am at home, Friday being an easy day with no appointments. I was lucky this morn to get tickets for both upcoming Rush shows, one at the Forum and the other at the outdoor Verizon Wireless Amphitheater. That one is way down in Orange County, 80 miles away, and I normally would not travel that far, even for a Rush show (yikes!, c'mon Ad....), but this time, since they are saying it's "the last big tour", I'd figured I'd better go to both. I got a decent seat for each show, not real close but not too far back, either. The only problem is that I'll be going alone to both. I wish you were going with me! We'd have fun, even if you aren't a fan of Rush or don't know their music. Just going to the shows, we'd have a blast.
Let's put that on our to-do list, shall we? :):)
I am gonna hang out and relax for a few, maybe watch a movie. I got a box of Gangster movies in the mail from Amazon the other day, "Warner Gangsters Vol. 2", starring guys like James Cagney and Edward G. Robinson. The set was marked down to 13 bucks for six movies, so I couldn't pass it up, lol. I am halfway thinking of going to Santa Susana later, around 2:30 or so, or maybe up to Aliso, but not sure yet. For now, though, I'll be here for a while.
I Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
5:05pm : Happy Evening, Sweet Baby! I love it - love the picture with Hannah. :) That's a Sweet Baby picture if there ever was one. They are all bundled up in the snow, very cute indeed. I know you are having a typical Winter, but I'm just glad it's not sub-zero for weeks on end like it was last year. That must make a difference, right? To at least have the temps in the 20s? I hope so. And I love Sweet Babyism!
That is also a pretty awesome pic of the Icehenge. When I saw it was created at Rock Lake, I said "wait a minute, I know that place". It immediately came to mind that I'd written about something having to do with that lake, something I'd read in one of my books, and it was the pyramids that are located below the surface of the lake itself. There is something else, too, I think, perhaps a Loch Ness-type creature. I will have to do more checking when I get home, but I recall writing about it in a blog, and asking you at the time if you'd ever been there. Now it would be especially awesome to go, to see the Icehenge. I guess there is a strong supernatural/spiritual connection associated with the place.
If you haven't been there, wait for me. I wanna go too! :):)
I hope you are having a nice evening. I am gonna feed critters now, and I will check back in later, after I get home.
I Love You, Elizabeth! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:55pm : Happy Late Night, my Angel. Sorry for the super late post. I have been trying to research some of my Dad's military records from WW2. I guess because I am such a history buff on the subject, I want to know more about what he did in the war. I know what he told me - that he was in a radar battalion in the Army Air Force (which became the Air Force in 1947), and I know a few stories he told me when I was little, stories that he repeated over the years - no combat, nothing gruesome - but still pretty intense. But after he died, I found myself wishing I'd pumped him for more information while he was alive. "Hey Dad, I know the stories, the anecdotes.........but what'd you do, day by day"? Cause he never talked about the details of being in a radar battalion, the day to day stuff, in the biggest war in world history. And so I've become increasingly curious, because I know that the war had a huge effect on Dad's life, perhaps in a subliminal way.
It's funny, because I am a person who communicates pretty much everything. Opinionated Aries, you know. Had I been in a war (and thank goodness I wasn't), I imagine I would have talked about it down to the last detail. But I know that a lot of guys who actually were in wars did not want to talk. Dad talked, but only a few selected stories. So I am trying to see what I can find, about what his experience was.
I had never thought of this aspect until just a couple days ago, but it hit me all of a sudden. My Dad was in a radar battalion. Radar was a new technology in WW2, and based on the transmission of radio waves into the sky, to bounce off any enemy aircraft in the vicinity and send a converted visual "signature" back to the ground unit, who then could alert their superiors and protect their own forces.
What I found interesting, is that radar involved radio transmission, and then when Dad got out of the military, his first job was at a radio station, WLW in Cincinnati, the "world's longest wavelength", with megawattage, before they regulated radio stations. That's where Dad met my Mom, who had her radio show there.
The interesting part for me is the technology, and that is where so much of today's world was formed. Radio led to radar, led to transistors, led to microwave technology, which led to all kinds of stuff that has probably been kept from the public thus far. World War Two, even when I was a five year old listening to my Dad's stories, seemed like ancient history. Modern history feels like there is a dividing point between the computer era and everything that came before, but the dividing point is really World War Two. That's when all of today's sophisticated technologies were being developed. Some of those technologies were filtered down into public life, and some were kept secret.
The Internet has provided a boon, however, to anti-secrecy, and to the spreading of "kept" information. You see, in World War Two, in those times and in that era, people didn't question things much. Of course, by the time the war got going, they knew Hitler was a monster, but the general enlisted man probably had no idea how he got to be so powerful in the first place. So, because he was a monster, and because he was allowed to proliferate his aggression, young men signed up by the millions to fight him. I just found out in my research tonight that 16 million American men participated in World War Two.
But what we can see in hindsight, from our advantage in the information age, is that probably very few of those men knew why.
Or, in the case of the technologies involved, knew what. What was being developed? Nobody knew.
So you see, there have always been Powers That Be. Powers that start wars. Powers that study physics in secret. Powers that develop new technologies in their own time, to their own secret knowledge. Some, they reveal to the public, like microwave ovens. Some they keep secret. But in the Internet Age, those secrets are harder for them to keep.
It is important for your generation to know that there are two of certain things, one for public consumption, and one to keep for the Powers That Be, who keep their developments a secret.
There are two kinds of physics. Two space programs. Two kinds of politics. Two kinds of economics.
And thus, a war as huge as World War Two, can unfold with millions of participants, but with only a handful of men at the top really understanding why it is happening, or how it came to be, or what is at stake.
And what we've seen is that a large part of the motive in the 20th and 21st centuries, has been the control of new technologies, in their development and secrecy.
But when we look backwards, to ancient times - and times of pre-history - we may be looking at remnants of an even greater technology, in artifacts and relics like Stonehenge and Gobekli Tepe. This is the stuff that Dr. Farrell writes about.
You are the expert on Pagan culture, but I know enough to know that they understood the organic technology of nature, and indeed, as Dr. Farrell has researched, the Pagans and other ancient cultures like the Egyptians may have been legacy societies; i.e. cultures who came after, and thus inherited, the remains of the supreme technologies of an ultra-ancient race on Earth. That race may have blown themselves up, or fought a cosmic war.....who knows. But it is interesting to look at that long scar on the face of Mars and speculate.
But at any rate, in the aftermath of such a cataclysm, the "follow-up" races may have emerged in the stead of the ultra race. Therefore, the Egyptians may not have built the pyramids, but rather inherited them. And the same with Stonehenge. The follow-up races may have been "legacy" races, who were handed down the remnants of technologies left over from a supreme race that had blown itself up.
And thus down the millennia, down the centuries, do the ancestors of all the ancient races try to recover that long ago technology. Powers That Be - super-aggresso types - have always risen up to hold those positions, and keep secret the findings. The Nazis were the epitome of this type of people. They were after all the Occult secrets, of the Pagans, of the Thule, the Norse Gods. And that is because they were certain that it was not mythology behind all those tales, but real history, and real science, alternative science hidden in myths.
Thus has played out the games of the Secret Keepers of the modern era, which in the previous century involved the two bloodiest wars in human history.
Please don't think of any of this in a depressing or grim way, but instead just as information. It's like as if someone had found a buried treasure - or at least knew of a buried treasure - that the rest of the world had never even heard of. And those that knew about it, sat on it. Or they searched for it and kept their search a secret. They fought wars over it, with other Powers That Be, using ordinary young men as their soldiers. Over the years, they harnessed aspects of it, some which they made public, and which also profitted them greatly.
But the most powerful of the ancient technologies, they kept secret.
This is what we seek the truth of, now.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Special and Beautiful (movie night) (on the importance of telling the truth)
Hi, my Darling,
I'm just getting home from picking Pearl up at the hair salon and I see your post. It is a beautiful message, and it hits home what your meaning is. Sigh.........(it's a good sigh, so don't worry. A sigh of relief.) My girl, we certainly have been through a lot together. Don't you agree? But that is meant in the best possible way.
Why do two people hit it off, become close, fall in love? Well, we have certainly explored those questions over the last three years, but I think we can break it down and simplify the answer just by saying it is magic and it's meant to be. And you don't mess with what's meant to be, right? And in our case, there's no question it was meant to be, right down from the way we met.
You have always been so special to me, from Day One, and believe me, that is rare in the world. You can't just force such a thing to happen, such a meeting of two people. So when it does happen, you know you've been given a miracle.
Your post just now is very beautiful, and all I can say is that anything I've done for you, just by writing, is not only my pleasure but it also a huge blessing for me. I mean it's huge. I feel like, "Thank You so much, Lord, if I am able to do something nice for this special, special girl". You have no idea how happy that makes me, and of course I've always wanted to do anything I can, which - because of our distance - is mostly by writing (and also psychically, by sending good vibes and love). I am so grateful for you, and I try to convey that.
We have had communication problems over the years, but nothing insurmountable. I have been, and still am, willing to communicate in our special way, and I have even come to understand it when you don't post for a day or two. I just figure you are thinking about things, or just being quiet. Maybe even hanging with friends and doing stuff. I know you don't wanna just sit around and wait for me to write something, and then spend more time looking for something to respond with on FB.
If anybody understands what it's like to be a young person, it's me. Even though I am about to turn 55 (which blows my mind, lol), I still am perpetually young inside. I am the "same old me" as I was in my twenties, or for that matter, in my teens! Hell, I'm the Same Old Me I was when I was 5 or 6... :)
So you know I think like a young person, but it's just that I have the "extra miles" of being my age to have some extra perspective on stuff. But my point is that I know what it's like to be your age (OMG, don't you hate when adults say that to you?), and I do know what goes with being young, all the emotions and anxieties, all the excitement and anticipation, everything. So when you don't post, I figure it's gotta be just "one of those things" - you being quiet or just the opposite, hanging with friends and understandibly not wanting to just hang around FB. It could be other things, too. If you are ever feeling down about anything, or worried or anxious, you can be 1000% certain that I know those feelings too, and I know them very well.
So whatever it is, I understand it, and my position has always been "no worries".
Cause I'm crazy about you, Sweet Baby. I Love You. Ya know?
I just figure, if you haven't posted for a couple days, "well, something's up". Because I know you will always be back. I wish, wish, wish (Triple Wish) we had direct communication, phone conversations, but if we can't, we can't. I know you will tell me if and when we can. In the meantime, I am trying my best.
But there's only one catch, and I really didn't think it was gonna be a big deal. I have this experience in my life, I'll just call it "1989" for short. It goes way beyond just having to do with my previous relationship. In fact, it goes so far beyond it that I don't even know how far. That's why I explore it. That's why I read the books I do. It's just something I have to do. You would understand if you were here with me, and I could tell you in detail about it. All I can tell you is that if I gave up on it, I couldn't live with myself.
But in fact, I can't give up on it. It's too big a deal.
I can't help that it did, to some extent, involve my past relationship. But what I hope you will understand is that what I write about, nowdays anyway, is the other aspects of it - all the mindblowing stuff. For reference, just look at the books I read, posted on my FB profile.
I had something happen to me that was as mind-boggling as an alien abduction, and in many ways even more mind boggling. I know it's run-of-the-mill now to say that. Everyone's been abducted by aliens, lol. But what happened in 1989 is far more convoluted.
The bottom line is that, all I ask is that, when I write about it, please don't worry, or get shook up or angry about it. Understand that I am not writing about my past relationship. I am writing about the weird and mind-boggling aspects of What Happened In Northridge.
And the thing is, you know that, first and foremost, I always wanna talk to you. So when you are posting and communicating, I always write about you and I, right? Believe me, I would love nothing more than to be talking to you on the telephone every day. We could talk about all kinds of stuff and have the greatest conversations.
But when very little is happening, communication-wise, I write about the various aspects of 1989, from memory-loss to zero point energy, to everything in between. All I ask is that you not misinterpret my intentions in writing about it.
Anyway, I will sign off for the moment and go for part of my walk. Tonight is movie night, but I will check in again at Pearl's before I go.
Elizabeth, please always remember how special you are, to me but also to the World, and please remember how much I love you.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
5:35pm : Hi, my Baby. I am at Pearl's, just finished feeding critters. Tonight is movie night, as mentioned, and we will actually be seeing two Ozu films tonight, although the second one is short, just 45 minutes. Both are silent like last week's film. One is called "Passing Fancy" and the other is "Woman Of Tokyo". The total running time for both is about 2 1/2 hours, so I should get out of the theater by 10, and back to Pearl's by 10:30 or so. I will of course be back then. I hope you've had a good day, and I will see you in just a while.
I Triple Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:50pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. Those were two excellent films we saw, both silent like last week's film. The first one, "Passing Fancy" was kind of in the same vein, combining slapstick humor involving the antics of this very talented child actor Ozu used a lot, and also pathos in the depiction of his relationship with his ne'er-do-well father. There is a lot of humanity in Ozu's films. The second film was much darker, the story of a woman who secretly prostitutes herself to put her brother through college. It was only 45 minutes long, but power packed, which is why I added it to my FB list of films just now. I wish they would make more films of that length! There is no reason a film has to go on and on (although some films do indeed call for extended running times). A filmmaker like Godard had it just about right, with almost all of his films coming in nice and tight at around 90 minutes. But with an extra-short film - 45 minutes - you can tell a power packed tale and compact it.....into a very memorable series of shots and set pieces. A short film can be extremely powerful if you can pull it off, and Ozu certainly did with "Woman Of Tokyo".
I hope you had a nice evening, and that all is well. Just a few more thoughts on writing about the things I write about : I feel that it is imperative in life to talk about the big issues, and to tell the truth about what is really going on in the world. For instance, when I was three years old, we had a President assassinated on live TV. Right away, the authorities told the American people "who did it", and then that guy (Lee Harvey Oswald) was also killed on live TV just a couple days later.
But then years later, decades later, you find out - if you have an interest in such things - that, lo and behold, it was really a huge conspiracy (a word that has been made to seem derogatory) that involved the man who replaced JFK as President, Lyndon Baines Johnson. When you read the expertly researched and written books on that subject, and I read three last year (the three best), you say to yourself, "Oh my goodness! America is not what I thought it was". Now, I have been working on my own case since 1994, so I already had that idea, but nowdays there are brilliant researchers like Dr. Farrell or Phillip Nelson, who can basically prove beyond a reasonable doubt the resolution to a story like the JFK assassination, which had baffled the country for decades.
It had baffled the country, and the World, because the story we were originally given was a lie. And not just any old lie, but an enormous, thoroughly plotted out lie. The Nazis - Hitler or Himmler or one of them, not sure which - had a philosophy, and that was : if you are going to tell a lie to the populace, tell a big lie. Tell a lie that has power, that is bold.
You see, if you are going to kill a President, and you tell a half-hearted lie, and don't thoroughly think through all it's ramifications, people will quickly see through it. Then they will know you are lying and will begin to pick you apart.
So, in the case of JFK, tell a Big Lie. "Lee Harvey Oswald did it". That was told the same day, just like the "perpetrators" of 9/11 were identified within a day or two.
Then, kill the "perpetrator" on live TV two days later, so he can't have any say in the matter.
Now you are in the process of telling a Big Lie, one that is bold. This shows that you are willing to undertake any measures necessary to achieve your aim.
The only trouble for the Nazis, and for the American power elite two decades later, is that a lie - no matter how big or elaborate - will eventually come unravelled. And that is because there is something called gut feeling. There are also people in the world, and in America, who are very smart, very intelligent, and who have the courage to challenge an "official story" that sounds, and more importantly feels, like BS.
And that is what eventually, and recently, happened with the JFK assassination. The Big Lie of 1963 finally has come unravelled, thanks to brilliant, tireless and relentless researchers like Farrell, Nelson and Roger Stone. All three of those guys nail the case, nail LBJ to the wall, and he is finally seen for what he was - a mass murderer who had the President killed so that he could become President. Then he escalated a war, in Vietnam, to aggrandize himself as a "war President" and also to make a ton of money for himself and his cronies.
Wow! Could that really happen in America? You've gotta be kidding me. Sounds like a crazy conspiracy theory.
That is what might be said by people who don't read such books, who get their information from "The News Media", and who therefore don't question Big Lies that are publicised by same.
But the truth is the truth, and the truth will not only out, as the saying goes, but it will also have the last word.
The Truth always has the last word.
Provided that someone has the courage to tell the truth. Sometimes, the truth is overwhelming and outrageous, and that factor can make it hard for people who know the truth, to tell the truth.
What happened in Northridge in September 1989 has never been acknowledged by anyone but myself. And that is because it is both overwhelming and outrageous. It's not a Big Lie, per se, but that's only because no one but me has ever spoken of it. However, like the guys who went after the truth about JFK, and never let up, I have enough of a coherent story, laden with details, to make me feel that I have a responsibility to continue to talk about what I know, to write about it.
There was once a famous case in New York, the Kitty Genovese case. You can Google it if you want. Though there were multiple eyewitnesses, no one talked about it, because they "didn't want to get involved". Thus, the case was never solved, so far as I know.
The story of technical progress vis-a-vis secrecy in America, really begins in the early 1900s with the inventions of Tesla, who was developing electrical power systems that threatened the oil industry. Tesla and his work was buried, no one even knew who he was until recently, in America anyway. In Nazi Germany, prior to and during World War Two, an alternate physics was pursued, based on knowledge of the aether, a fact that was denied or ignored by mainstream science. The Nazis went after all kinds of alternate weapons systems and propulsion systems, and they developed and weaponized many things that were far advanced from American counterpart systems.
What many Americans don't know, is that when the war ended, these same Nazi scientists were brought into our country, to help develop the same technical capabilities for the United States. Only it was all kept secret, because those development were meant for an Elite. Like the kind of people who can pull off a JFK assassination, or a 9/11.
Or a What Happened In Northridge.
And so, my Girl, though my dissertation here in this blog is incomplete and perhaps bewildering (because I would have to explain it in person), it is nevertheless my attempt to explain why I must write what I write. As you know, I don't always write about it, though I should probably start doing so, even if it was a separate blog.
But the final point I will make tonight is that somebody has got to stand up to bad guys, Nazis and the like, and a Nazi is the same be he German or American or Syrian or whomever.
Somebody has got to stand up against these people.
You know me, and you know I am not an aggressive person, or on some compulsive, emotionally overwrought crusade. I think I am a basic, fun-loving, intelligence-loving, curious person at heart. You know me, so you can decide.
But there is also the methodical, truth seeking, unafraid side of me, that seeks answers to what happened in 1989. I can't ignore that side, and I've got enough room to do it all, and with good humor, too.
Everything can be fun in life, and interesting too. But it is important to tell the truth, especially about big issues. This really is the greatest country in the world, despite what some might say. I say, let's keep it that way.
I Love You, Sweet Baby. Sweet Dreams, and I will see you in the morn.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox :):)
I'm just getting home from picking Pearl up at the hair salon and I see your post. It is a beautiful message, and it hits home what your meaning is. Sigh.........(it's a good sigh, so don't worry. A sigh of relief.) My girl, we certainly have been through a lot together. Don't you agree? But that is meant in the best possible way.
Why do two people hit it off, become close, fall in love? Well, we have certainly explored those questions over the last three years, but I think we can break it down and simplify the answer just by saying it is magic and it's meant to be. And you don't mess with what's meant to be, right? And in our case, there's no question it was meant to be, right down from the way we met.
You have always been so special to me, from Day One, and believe me, that is rare in the world. You can't just force such a thing to happen, such a meeting of two people. So when it does happen, you know you've been given a miracle.
Your post just now is very beautiful, and all I can say is that anything I've done for you, just by writing, is not only my pleasure but it also a huge blessing for me. I mean it's huge. I feel like, "Thank You so much, Lord, if I am able to do something nice for this special, special girl". You have no idea how happy that makes me, and of course I've always wanted to do anything I can, which - because of our distance - is mostly by writing (and also psychically, by sending good vibes and love). I am so grateful for you, and I try to convey that.
We have had communication problems over the years, but nothing insurmountable. I have been, and still am, willing to communicate in our special way, and I have even come to understand it when you don't post for a day or two. I just figure you are thinking about things, or just being quiet. Maybe even hanging with friends and doing stuff. I know you don't wanna just sit around and wait for me to write something, and then spend more time looking for something to respond with on FB.
If anybody understands what it's like to be a young person, it's me. Even though I am about to turn 55 (which blows my mind, lol), I still am perpetually young inside. I am the "same old me" as I was in my twenties, or for that matter, in my teens! Hell, I'm the Same Old Me I was when I was 5 or 6... :)
So you know I think like a young person, but it's just that I have the "extra miles" of being my age to have some extra perspective on stuff. But my point is that I know what it's like to be your age (OMG, don't you hate when adults say that to you?), and I do know what goes with being young, all the emotions and anxieties, all the excitement and anticipation, everything. So when you don't post, I figure it's gotta be just "one of those things" - you being quiet or just the opposite, hanging with friends and understandibly not wanting to just hang around FB. It could be other things, too. If you are ever feeling down about anything, or worried or anxious, you can be 1000% certain that I know those feelings too, and I know them very well.
So whatever it is, I understand it, and my position has always been "no worries".
Cause I'm crazy about you, Sweet Baby. I Love You. Ya know?
I just figure, if you haven't posted for a couple days, "well, something's up". Because I know you will always be back. I wish, wish, wish (Triple Wish) we had direct communication, phone conversations, but if we can't, we can't. I know you will tell me if and when we can. In the meantime, I am trying my best.
But there's only one catch, and I really didn't think it was gonna be a big deal. I have this experience in my life, I'll just call it "1989" for short. It goes way beyond just having to do with my previous relationship. In fact, it goes so far beyond it that I don't even know how far. That's why I explore it. That's why I read the books I do. It's just something I have to do. You would understand if you were here with me, and I could tell you in detail about it. All I can tell you is that if I gave up on it, I couldn't live with myself.
But in fact, I can't give up on it. It's too big a deal.
I can't help that it did, to some extent, involve my past relationship. But what I hope you will understand is that what I write about, nowdays anyway, is the other aspects of it - all the mindblowing stuff. For reference, just look at the books I read, posted on my FB profile.
I had something happen to me that was as mind-boggling as an alien abduction, and in many ways even more mind boggling. I know it's run-of-the-mill now to say that. Everyone's been abducted by aliens, lol. But what happened in 1989 is far more convoluted.
The bottom line is that, all I ask is that, when I write about it, please don't worry, or get shook up or angry about it. Understand that I am not writing about my past relationship. I am writing about the weird and mind-boggling aspects of What Happened In Northridge.
And the thing is, you know that, first and foremost, I always wanna talk to you. So when you are posting and communicating, I always write about you and I, right? Believe me, I would love nothing more than to be talking to you on the telephone every day. We could talk about all kinds of stuff and have the greatest conversations.
But when very little is happening, communication-wise, I write about the various aspects of 1989, from memory-loss to zero point energy, to everything in between. All I ask is that you not misinterpret my intentions in writing about it.
Anyway, I will sign off for the moment and go for part of my walk. Tonight is movie night, but I will check in again at Pearl's before I go.
Elizabeth, please always remember how special you are, to me but also to the World, and please remember how much I love you.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
(back in a bit)
5:35pm : Hi, my Baby. I am at Pearl's, just finished feeding critters. Tonight is movie night, as mentioned, and we will actually be seeing two Ozu films tonight, although the second one is short, just 45 minutes. Both are silent like last week's film. One is called "Passing Fancy" and the other is "Woman Of Tokyo". The total running time for both is about 2 1/2 hours, so I should get out of the theater by 10, and back to Pearl's by 10:30 or so. I will of course be back then. I hope you've had a good day, and I will see you in just a while.
I Triple Love You! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
11:50pm : Happy Late Night, my Darling. Those were two excellent films we saw, both silent like last week's film. The first one, "Passing Fancy" was kind of in the same vein, combining slapstick humor involving the antics of this very talented child actor Ozu used a lot, and also pathos in the depiction of his relationship with his ne'er-do-well father. There is a lot of humanity in Ozu's films. The second film was much darker, the story of a woman who secretly prostitutes herself to put her brother through college. It was only 45 minutes long, but power packed, which is why I added it to my FB list of films just now. I wish they would make more films of that length! There is no reason a film has to go on and on (although some films do indeed call for extended running times). A filmmaker like Godard had it just about right, with almost all of his films coming in nice and tight at around 90 minutes. But with an extra-short film - 45 minutes - you can tell a power packed tale and compact it.....into a very memorable series of shots and set pieces. A short film can be extremely powerful if you can pull it off, and Ozu certainly did with "Woman Of Tokyo".
I hope you had a nice evening, and that all is well. Just a few more thoughts on writing about the things I write about : I feel that it is imperative in life to talk about the big issues, and to tell the truth about what is really going on in the world. For instance, when I was three years old, we had a President assassinated on live TV. Right away, the authorities told the American people "who did it", and then that guy (Lee Harvey Oswald) was also killed on live TV just a couple days later.
But then years later, decades later, you find out - if you have an interest in such things - that, lo and behold, it was really a huge conspiracy (a word that has been made to seem derogatory) that involved the man who replaced JFK as President, Lyndon Baines Johnson. When you read the expertly researched and written books on that subject, and I read three last year (the three best), you say to yourself, "Oh my goodness! America is not what I thought it was". Now, I have been working on my own case since 1994, so I already had that idea, but nowdays there are brilliant researchers like Dr. Farrell or Phillip Nelson, who can basically prove beyond a reasonable doubt the resolution to a story like the JFK assassination, which had baffled the country for decades.
It had baffled the country, and the World, because the story we were originally given was a lie. And not just any old lie, but an enormous, thoroughly plotted out lie. The Nazis - Hitler or Himmler or one of them, not sure which - had a philosophy, and that was : if you are going to tell a lie to the populace, tell a big lie. Tell a lie that has power, that is bold.
You see, if you are going to kill a President, and you tell a half-hearted lie, and don't thoroughly think through all it's ramifications, people will quickly see through it. Then they will know you are lying and will begin to pick you apart.
So, in the case of JFK, tell a Big Lie. "Lee Harvey Oswald did it". That was told the same day, just like the "perpetrators" of 9/11 were identified within a day or two.
Then, kill the "perpetrator" on live TV two days later, so he can't have any say in the matter.
Now you are in the process of telling a Big Lie, one that is bold. This shows that you are willing to undertake any measures necessary to achieve your aim.
The only trouble for the Nazis, and for the American power elite two decades later, is that a lie - no matter how big or elaborate - will eventually come unravelled. And that is because there is something called gut feeling. There are also people in the world, and in America, who are very smart, very intelligent, and who have the courage to challenge an "official story" that sounds, and more importantly feels, like BS.
And that is what eventually, and recently, happened with the JFK assassination. The Big Lie of 1963 finally has come unravelled, thanks to brilliant, tireless and relentless researchers like Farrell, Nelson and Roger Stone. All three of those guys nail the case, nail LBJ to the wall, and he is finally seen for what he was - a mass murderer who had the President killed so that he could become President. Then he escalated a war, in Vietnam, to aggrandize himself as a "war President" and also to make a ton of money for himself and his cronies.
Wow! Could that really happen in America? You've gotta be kidding me. Sounds like a crazy conspiracy theory.
That is what might be said by people who don't read such books, who get their information from "The News Media", and who therefore don't question Big Lies that are publicised by same.
But the truth is the truth, and the truth will not only out, as the saying goes, but it will also have the last word.
The Truth always has the last word.
Provided that someone has the courage to tell the truth. Sometimes, the truth is overwhelming and outrageous, and that factor can make it hard for people who know the truth, to tell the truth.
What happened in Northridge in September 1989 has never been acknowledged by anyone but myself. And that is because it is both overwhelming and outrageous. It's not a Big Lie, per se, but that's only because no one but me has ever spoken of it. However, like the guys who went after the truth about JFK, and never let up, I have enough of a coherent story, laden with details, to make me feel that I have a responsibility to continue to talk about what I know, to write about it.
There was once a famous case in New York, the Kitty Genovese case. You can Google it if you want. Though there were multiple eyewitnesses, no one talked about it, because they "didn't want to get involved". Thus, the case was never solved, so far as I know.
The story of technical progress vis-a-vis secrecy in America, really begins in the early 1900s with the inventions of Tesla, who was developing electrical power systems that threatened the oil industry. Tesla and his work was buried, no one even knew who he was until recently, in America anyway. In Nazi Germany, prior to and during World War Two, an alternate physics was pursued, based on knowledge of the aether, a fact that was denied or ignored by mainstream science. The Nazis went after all kinds of alternate weapons systems and propulsion systems, and they developed and weaponized many things that were far advanced from American counterpart systems.
What many Americans don't know, is that when the war ended, these same Nazi scientists were brought into our country, to help develop the same technical capabilities for the United States. Only it was all kept secret, because those development were meant for an Elite. Like the kind of people who can pull off a JFK assassination, or a 9/11.
Or a What Happened In Northridge.
And so, my Girl, though my dissertation here in this blog is incomplete and perhaps bewildering (because I would have to explain it in person), it is nevertheless my attempt to explain why I must write what I write. As you know, I don't always write about it, though I should probably start doing so, even if it was a separate blog.
But the final point I will make tonight is that somebody has got to stand up to bad guys, Nazis and the like, and a Nazi is the same be he German or American or Syrian or whomever.
Somebody has got to stand up against these people.
You know me, and you know I am not an aggressive person, or on some compulsive, emotionally overwrought crusade. I think I am a basic, fun-loving, intelligence-loving, curious person at heart. You know me, so you can decide.
But there is also the methodical, truth seeking, unafraid side of me, that seeks answers to what happened in 1989. I can't ignore that side, and I've got enough room to do it all, and with good humor, too.
Everything can be fun in life, and interesting too. But it is important to tell the truth, especially about big issues. This really is the greatest country in the world, despite what some might say. I say, let's keep it that way.
I Love You, Sweet Baby. Sweet Dreams, and I will see you in the morn.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox :):)
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