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Derren Brown Fans, This May Be 2 Much Information: Prepare your Conscious Minds for Amazing Unconscious Revelations… and Sunrise Research!

Spelling it out clearly for you, in case you think I’m causing trouble for negative reasons: I want humanity to see beyond cultures that promote unnecessary cruelty, whether against other humans or animals; and unnecessarily close minds and experience.

greenYgreyliens in the northern hemisphere who suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), and lamenting the end of hot sunny days, will no doubt be looking forward to the greenYgrey world MIST months start on November 21st. Only the greatest greenYgreylien greenYgreyologists will remember what the MIST acronym stands for; and they will be better greenYgreylien greenYgreyologists than me, as I first of all remembered it as Most Ideal Sunrise Time, when the M in fact stands for Midwinter in my proposal posted on the greenYgrey3 website on Valentine’s Day this year.

Kazuo Ishiguro’s Clouds and Mist Delayed Reaction

After writing that I consider monotheism to be clouds of culture over the last couple of blogs, obscuring the clear sky reality of more ancient holistic knowledge, last night I connected it with this year’s Nobel prize-winning Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Buried Giant, which I’ve been reading lately. That takes place in a dark ages Britain cloaked in a mysterious fog that the protagonists think has made them lose their memory.

Like with Patti Smith’s M Nights, I didn’t think it was as good as my XaW Files (sorry Patti and Kazuo), but I am biased! As the expert reviewers opine, and I realise now after my delayed reaction, it does have a haunting narrative that sticks to you after finishing it.

Connecting Stormy Seas and Monotheistic Clouds

I also connected my British negative immigration policy Stormy Seas (rather than the Calm Reservoir I think we need) with the Monotheistic Clouds keeping the masses from seeing what’s really going on.

The Stormy Seas mean the masses always stay under the surface, gasping for air, and not having enough time to see what’s going on above the waves – and when they do, they only see Monotheistic Clouds rather than clear sky.

I thought it was quite nicely summed up by this photo, a National Geographic Wildlife Photos competition candidate, seen on MSN News, that I first of all thought of posting as an example of a POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sky, but then thought it was quite representative of how I see the masses’ situation in Blighty and the world – struggling for survival under the surface, with clouds of censorship (especially monotheism, but also other religions, or people cults in communism etc) above.

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POP Research

Talking of POP skies, I saw this MSN News story about sunrises last night. It has twelve slides of sunrise photos, and I can only see one that has what I’d call red in it, and that’s a thin line amongst the pinky orange above the purplish cloud in slide 3:

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Maybe the reason I can’t remember seeing red in the sunrise is because I’ve mostly only been studying them for the last decade, and in the city, as explained under slide 11: ‘Dust and pollutants found within the atmosphere’s boundary layer absorb and filter visible wavelengths of light. So, the vibrant oranges and reds of “clean” sunrises become diluted to pale yellows and baby pinks.’

I prefer pink to red anyway! However, I still think red is rare in sunrises, as shown in this spectacular twilight time photo from somewhere, featured on the greenYgrey3 website nearly a year ago, which might look red to inexperienced twilight colours researchers on first look, but when you look closely, it is most definitely POP (PinkyOrangePurple). It is just a screenshot image now rather than the video:

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These are the photos I based my research on, showing the beauty of Leeds, West Yorkshire, England, Blighty, preserved online in Google Photos and YouTube videos. Thanks to the local people for their tolerance. These are playable videos:

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Culture Clouds Civil Wars: Pestminster Battle 4 Blighty Between Old and New Waves of Groomers

I write everything here from my memory and recent prompts, and if I haven’t edited straight afterwards, correct everything from the mistakes re-entering my consciousness. Nobody else has any input. I know I’m a victim of my own self-proclaimed genius, with the right thinking the left are helping me, and vice-versa; those in my life now thinking those from the past are helping me, and vice-versa; and probably those who are religious and devilish thinking the same.

After thinking about culture clouds yesterday after blogging, obscuring the truth from humanity, this morning I could look at the sun; I think quite safely but am not sure how safe, and please don’t follow my lead on it unless sure; because it was not bright, but was visible behind lightish grey clouds, making me add to yesterday’s thoughts, that sometimes (culture) clouds can help us see things that are otherwise out of sight.

Establishment Devil Worshippers v Counter Culture Satanists

If you believe David Icke, who thinks the World (and British) Establishment is run by devil worshippers, and group Russell Brand in with the counterculture he seems to be in, who have had Sympathy for the Devil from the Rolling Stones to The Pretty Reckless, then Brand leading the Anonymice black-clothed destructors on Westminster, now dubbed Pestminster by others, seems to be a Devilish civil war.

Being an agnostic bordering on atheism I don’t believe in any of it really, looking beyond monotheism for my universal truth. Funnily enough, so do the Freemasons apparently, as they look for inspiration more to the pre-Abrahamic-monotheistic sun-worshipping Egyptians who built the pyramids.

Beyond Humanity

Looking back at my Derren Brown Fans Alert blog post from a few days ago; I don’t know if it was more because I felt something was wrong, or that I like reading my own writing, in a self-proclaimed genius kind of way, written here with self-parody; the neutron stars combining was of course the end of the greenYgrey world (admitting my spontaneous prose stream of consciousness mistake), and I should have included an image representing the Universe Big Bang before the greenYgrey world Big Bang photo representation. Here’s three to make up for it:

The greenYgrey one:

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The gYgPOP (greenYgrey PinkyOrangePurple) One:

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The Return to Humanity One:

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The above image reminded me that I once joked in a self-parody way that maybe they’d build such a statue to me one day, in one of the woods where I had my greenYgrey epiphany. I think this greenYgrey world Big Bang representation is Woodhouse Ridge in Leeds, but I also sat, hiked and ran farther along the Meanwood Valley, to the Hollies and beyond the North Circular; training for my first marathon and enjoying getting away from the city, university, civilisation and lots of people (although I knew deep down I was still one… I could pretend otherwise while running like a wolf… running from humanity psychologically… but knowing I had to return… only I would return refreshed… ready for more battles and bullshit I didn’t want!).

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Around that time (birth of greenYgreyism, starting as Greenygrey) I also submerged myself in Meanwood Beck one Christmas Day morning, which was kind of the start of my greenYgrey years looking back, but I didn’t know where it was going, or how long it would last.

More Derren Brown Recall Relevance

After looking back at that Derren Brown title blog post again I also noticed that the collage was from a travel feature on Iceland, which is of course where the greenYgrey story ended.

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In that recent blog post I had of course written that this wall looked like the sunrise or start of the greenYgrey world, so the Iceland relevance is the wrong way around, as it should have been on the end or sunset wall.

I watched J.K. Rowling (admirable inspiration for greenYgrey fiction correspondent G.G. Howling) have a similar experience last night in the Harry Potter: A History of Magic documentary. Funnily enough, the Freemasons were involved again, as it was thinking her Deathly Hallows symbol had been influenced by the Masonic emblem featured in the classic movie based on a Rudyard Kipling novel, The Man Who Would Be King; the story ironically (my irony) covered by Rupert Murdoch (new eco-warrior ocean rescue hero)’s  The Sun last week.

I’d also joked about that movie at the time (pre-birth-greenYgrey); joking I was the new Man Who Would Be King, but not of some far off country, but dear ol’ Blighty! Maybe the Establishment heard about it and took it seriously!!

As a little personal Freemasons footnote, a few weeks ago I had a few minutes left in the library before going to work, and inspired by recently seeing Dan Brown on television promoting his new book Origin I flicked through a biography about him, The Dan Brown Enigma I think, and one of first things I found deep in the book was the sun’s significance to the Freemasons, via the ancient Egyptians.

J.K. said she thought it stuck in her mind as she received news of her mother’s death at the time; and that sense of loss inspired such storylines in Harry Potter. I was also suffering loss at the time, but not an actual death, although I was having to mentally kill off a lot of my life at the time, and memories of a lot of my previous years.

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I think I am now; as well as colder and more psychopathic; but not to the point of killing; just enough to survive in the modern world; and part of that is not to react at all, in a Nietzsche superman kind of way, or Martial Arts control, or Christian turning the other cheek.

This memoir was published as The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, and like Marc Latham’s other books is available to buy or borrow on Amazon and some great big bookshops.

Travel Extremes Experiences Epitomised by Two Families

This weekend I saw two travelling families on television, and they seemed to epitomise the travel experience extremes you could have. I try not to preach, just to relay my experiences and interpretations of those experiences, and further knowledge I encounter. When I set off on my youthful travels I was into heavy metal and rock, and had a similar outlook to Twisted Sister in this video (I saw them at the Reading Festival in 1982, where they got a lot of missiles thrown at them, but I liked them!)

I’m probably closer to the father’s ideology now; need military and strength to protect the ‘free world’ from Islamism (Communism for him, and returned to top of agenda by Trump and North Korea; I used to be a socialist idealist in youth, but have since lost faith in the majority of humanity!); but try to remember my youthful mind outlook, and how I felt about the world then.

As I’ve written before, epitomised by the characters of MacKay and Barrowclough in classic British sitcom Porridge; I don’t know if writers Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais meant to highlight that problem, but guess they do; the nice people are usually taken advantage of by those they try to help; highlighted on a national level by Britain trying to be nice in the New Labour years, only for there to be grooming of British children epidemic, as well as phone fraud robbing vulnerable people of their life savings; not to mention all the benefits fraud and compensation culture draining the nation’s resources.

Battle of Ives

While some of those who’ve used their power to bully me over my lifetime would probably like to be compared to MacKay, I really think they are more like ‘Horrible’ Ives; Wikipedia: Bernard “Horrible” Ives is a creep, a cheat and a snitch, universally loathed (and indeed victimised) by the other residents (and Warders) of Slade Prison.

In contrast, I think they try to depict me as the Ives. Because I have resisted their bullying, and criticised their grooming, they depict me as the ‘horrible’ one, rather than the heroic rebel; an image they try to keep for themselves, even though they are the ones in power!

For example, academics may seem quite high up in society, with positions of power and responsibility, but a lot of them still felt like rebels against the system, and understandably didn’t want to work any more than they were paid to do. However, some went further than that, ‘rebelling’ by grooming students, or not seeming to do much work at all!

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Travel Hell: Taliban Rapists and Child Murderers

The Taliban and I.S. hatred of women and the West seemed to be epitomised by the Canadian couple who travelled to Afghanistan while the woman was pregnant. They were more religious pilgrims than normal travellers, but their decision still seems amazing to me. If he’d gone on his own, it wouldn’t seem so crazy, but with a pregnant wife!

While I’m glad they were rescued, by Pakistan forces, who are also mostly Muslim, providing balance, and showing I don’t think all ‘Muslims’ are bad, the wife had been raped by their Taliban captors, providing them with a ‘sex slave’ for their superiority complexes.

While their use of his wife was expected, they also murdered a baby daughter, and not sons also born there, probably showing their contempt for females (I don’t know the exact reason).

While the majority of serial killers are supposed to be white, groups like I.S. and the Taliban are like whole cultures of serial killers targeting females, and yet like serial killers often attract female accomplices, I.S. manage to groom females onto their side, such as notorious Sally Jones and other white Europeans!

Travel Heaven: Argentinian Travelling Family

In contrast, a couple who left Argentina for six months and have been travelling for seventeen years, having four children, reached Britain this week, and spoke of their joyous experience during their journey around the world.

They have also been to some countries that look dangerous, but I guess they didn’t go to the most dangerous parts.

Sometimes I went to ‘dangerous’ places for a buzz or to test myself, where there were conflicts going on, or bordering them, but it was probably no more dangerous really than living in Britain during all the terrorist threats of my lifetime.

By writing the way I have over the last decade I’ve felt I’ve increased that threat, but have had just as much negativity from ‘my side’ (Britain, liberal – left [formerly, but still on animal welfare and environment!] and especially women – working-class) as those I’ve been mostly criticising.

The latter have probably (definitely in some cases) been stirring up the former with spin or lies, making them think I’m anti-them instead of pro-them, filling those with little general knowledge or interest in current affairs with bollocks, and now I’m so far in the middle I hardly feel it’s worth writing – but maybe that’s good for my writing, in a journalistic way anyway!

Marc Latham’s books are available on Amazon.

greenYgrey Mistake

If I made a mistake in naming Great Britain (Blighty) a ‘Great greenYgrey island’, in answer to Bill Bryson’s ‘small island’ book title, it was that I underestimated how greenYgrey Great the rest of the world is, therefore making the description unspecific. Therefore, as I am only the original self-titled coffilosopher, rather than the original coffilosopher, or probably the best, either in coffilosophy creation or coffee consumption (I have since naming myself such read Patti Smith’s M Nights memoir, and she’s a real coffee connoisseur, as well as legendary musician and award-winning writer (I must unfortunately add that I thought my XaW Files: Beyond Humanity is better than M Nights!: for concept, writing and philosophy, although her life story is more interesting and accomplished!!), I think of Britain as Original greenYgrey rather than Great or Greatest.

I was reminded of that thought this morning when I saw the Microsoft screensaver from Luoping, China, and followed it up to find fourteen more great greenYgreys filling the screen. So I made a screensave, and it is presented below. I was lucky to visit south-west China in early 1991, as some parts were opening up to the world, and the limestone stacks around Guilin and Yangshuo is one of my favourite landscapes I’ve seen; I was reminded of it on east coast of Yorkshire this year, initially inspired to visit by the birdlife from Bempton to Bridlington. Here’s the screensave:

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30th Anniversary Tour Finished: Thanks AAWfully, Rest greenYgreyly (coffilosophy wordplay to contemplate)

I concluded my 30th anniversary tour of my travels starting on August 25th, 1987 with a spectacularly genius combination: returning to my birthplace of Jersey for the first time in just over 50 years! It was a week full of the ups and downs typically experienced while independent travelling. I hope to write more about it soon.

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One of my first photos in 1987.

My year of returning to hobo travelling on short trips 2017 tour took in:

  1. Scarborough to Withernsea coastal path trek in May.
  2. Helmsley to Scarborough imprecise rest of the Cleveland Way walk in June.
  3. Guns N’ Roses gig in the Olympic Stadium in June, camping in Abbey Wood.
  4. Camping and hiking in Jersey less than fortnight after anniversary, and in the month of my birthday, and taking a ferry across the channel as I did in 1987.

 

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On a ferry in western Norway.

Thanks to all those I’ve met along the way and that have played a positive part in it, and especially the awesome AAWs and great greenYliens; and Guns N’ Roses for partly reforming and touring to take part in it (little self-parody there!!).

I really hope I brightened up the day of those who wanted to see me, as seeing people I’d heard of has for me over the years, such as sports and media people in Leeds.

Sorry if I didn’t acknowledge you if you wanted me to; or if I didn’t visit your locality if you wanted me to, or enter your workplace or use your transport.

The first of ignoring people was probably because some people take offence at me looking around, and some even use it to try and entrap me within a ‘negative’ for me, ‘positive’ for them. Sorry if you wanted to be positive, but I ‘wasn’t in the mood’! Like a reality show judge once said, I don’t want to disappoint anyone, and it can be quite mentally taxing at times, hopefully without sounding too self-obsessed!

The second was probably because of either my ambition to stay true to my original travelling as possible; to prove I did it originally to others, and that I can still do it to myself, probably in a middle-aged crisis kind of way.

I’d rather have been spending more money on beer and food, and occasional hotels and transport, but I was on my own little personal mission, and if I’d strayed too far from it, or even a little, the negatives would no doubt have made a mountain out of a molehill, as they’ve tried to do with my writing and running.

Anyway, I don’t want to dwell on the negatives too much, and I’m delighted to have accomplished the anniversary I wanted. Thanks again to all those who took part in it positively, helped along the way, or tolerated me hiking and camping around.

The greenYgrey decade also finished with the greenygrey3 subscription running out on September 4th, the day I travelled to Jersey, in a triple synchronisation of my writing career significance. ‘Mastermind genius’ used in a great way, but that will no doubt be ignored by the mainstream media and publishing; or turned negatively!

The books are there are as a greenYgrey legacy, and I really recommend them, especially the last two, and hope to write more about the greenYgreyology philosophy in the future, but as me, Doctor Marc Latham. I’ve tried to be very ethical the last decade, such as reining in promiscuity, mainly because the greenYgrey could appeal to all ages, and was oppsoing the child grooming disgrace, but some people even turn that into a negative.

I’ll be keeping this site going, and hope to have a new project or three soon, with lots of ideas, but no clear direction yet, in true greenYgrey style. If there are any experts or specialists in exercise, travel, media, sport or publicity etc interested, maybe now would be a good time to contact me.

First Travel Departure 30 Years Anniversary Next Month

Travel 25 years has become 30, with a trip to the beautiful Baltic last year to complete my 12 years – marathon every 3 years until 50 – ambition in riveting Riga, Latvia, continuing to enchanting Estonia (Parnu and Tallinn) and holistic Helsinki, Finland; articles published on TravelThruHistory and available from the above links. I’ve also been on trips around the U.K., from Abbey Wood in Kent to John O’ Groats on the northern tip of Scotland and the U.K., and hobo hiked around Yorkshire and Cleveland.

Hobo Travelling Trip Down Memory Lane… Coastal Path

In May I recaptured some of the ethos of my first trip by hiking and camping from Scarborough to Withernsea through Hornsea (about 55-60 miles over three days). Some of the secluded beaches were particularly reminiscent of some of the European deserts if I ignored the sea to the side (seeing Hornsea’s Marine Bar in the desert was like a movie mirage!); while being able to dip into the sea and waking up to the rising sun reminded me of times living on the beach. The birdlife on the chalk cliffs and stacks from Bempton to Flamborough Head looked truly world-class.

Last month I did an even longer walk from Helmsley to Scarborough (about 90 miles over four days), seeing some nice dales scenery, especially around Hawnby, and walked down the Cleveland Way coastal path from Saltburn-by-the-Sea; a picturesque coastal town like a bigger version of the more southerly villages of Staithes, Runswick Bay and Robin Hood’s Bay either side of Whitby.

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Secluded beaches above Scarborough were a great way to finish the walk on a sunny Sunday, and the town had great food and drink to replenish and refresh (UNESCO site(s) of future after Lake District celebrating award on weekend!?).

 

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Robin Hood’s Bay sunset on last night of my hike.

Guns N’ Roses Reunion Trip down Memory Lane… Balmy Day

My visit to Abbey Wood campsite, an idyllic green space replete with wild parakeets in the trees, was to see Guns N’ Roses at the Olympic Stadium, London, with Duff and Slash rejoining last year for their current very successful world tour. The gig reminded me of Wembley Stadium in 1991, which was also hot and sunny.

I was just getting to know Guns N’ Roses’s Appetite for Destruction this time 30 years ago, and it provided the main soundtrack to my travels.

 

I left on August 25th, 1987, and I’ll hopefully complete this site’s backwards chronology working to that date this year in 2017. My first eleven months journey was originally just supposed to be around Europe, but extended to the Middle-East mainly through a desire for more sunshine warmth over the winter; with tourist sites a secondary factor.

It was immortalised in my memoir The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, published by Chipmunka, realising an ambition I’d had since reading Jack Kerouac’s On The Road: to travel, keep a diary and write a book about it.

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That fulfilled my writing ambition, but I’ve continued writing for a decade; fulfilling no more ambitions, for there were none; but creating some new concepts, supporting some good causes and improving my writing.

My name is Marc Latham, and I’m still alive. My story is true, and I’ll prove what I can to you…

New Leeds Travel Articles

The travel25years journey back to 1987 is on hold at the moment, waiting to scan some photos; a bit like getting held up at a border, or waiting for a visa!

However, in the meantime, I’ve just had a couple of articles published on Go Nomad and TravelThruHistory about Leeds being chosen for the Tour de France Le Grande Depart on July 5th, and offering a comprehensive short guide to the Yorkshire north of England city’s history and the modern metropolis.

This is the start of the Go Nomad article:

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By Marc Latham

Leeds, the biggest city in Yorkshire, England, has been chosen to host the Tour de France ‘Le Grand Depart’ for the first time ever in 2014. A specially constructed media village will house over 2000 journalists reporting the start of the world’s biggest cycling road race, and the third biggest sporting event in the world. It is broadcast to 190 countries, with an audience of three billion.

Read more at http://www.gonomad.com/component/content/article/49-bicycle-tours/5531-the-tour-de-france-starts-in-leeds-england#gQUYO9VAlef75r0P.99

This is the end of the TTH article:

Tour de France Grand Departure 101_3742

Although Leeds doesn’t have beaches and mountains, it has many historical buildings and shops; as well as a renowned sporting history. It also has six prestigious Green Flag Award parks on its outskirts, and is the gateway to the Tolkien-inspiring Dales for national and international travelers.

The Tour de France cyclists, journalists and spectators are in for a treat when they visit Leeds for Le Grand Depart and travel around historic natural Yorkshire. 

http://www.travelthruhistory.com/html/cities73.html