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Enlightened Writer Shares Freethinking Genius Sparks – Ancient Sun Civilisations, Scientific Study and Modern Culture

In yesterday’s spontaneous prose stream of consciousness blog I thought little of adding that the i of Blighty isn’t in the symbiotic middle, as the Y of greenYgrey isn’t, in contrast to the precision aimed for by ancient cultures such as the sun-worshipping ones in modern Egypt and Peru that had similar thoughts and architecture despite being on different sides of the Atlantic and not having any known contact with each other.

Rider on the POP (PinkyOrangePurple – paraphrasing Doors’ Riders of the Storm) Horizon

My imprecision could be symbolic of my ADHD mind, and I would have been happy to just write that before, but now I think the double-negatives will take it the wrong way, or at least spin it negatively: that my imprecision is not an easygoing self-parody joke, or something I noticed afterwards, it’s something I tried to do but failed, proof of my ineptitude and stupidity; that I shouldn’t have been made a Phd etc; an example of white/male privilege to the non-whites/non-males, positive discrimination to the higher classes, or a Jewish conspiracy to the far-right (who don’t know that Judaism is a form of monotheism – what I’ve been criticising the most in my creative writing, because I think it causes a lot of conflicts and wars; although the ‘peaceniks’ who fight for Islam won’t believe me!).

At 8.10am the above pales into insignificance, for there is a peautiful (new word meant) POP horizon, with grey cloud made purple providing the base, below white cloud made pinky-orange. Above that, the sky is big sky blue, apart from a few small clouds made POP.

Y Spark of Grandmaster Genius (GG reminding my of the original Greenygrey)

After writing yesterday’s blog post I went for a run, and was delighted to see some sun in a mostly cloudy sky. After lunch I watched The Grandmaster for the second time, realising towards the end of the first time that I hadn’t taken it in enough.

Doing the work for the double-negatives, as I’ve often done before, to make our ‘battle of wills’ (The Grandmaster inspiration) more even, they will probably make out that it’s because it’s a Weinstein movie (seeing it was his company’s movie as well as Southpaw made me realise they’ve made some great movies, not really knowing of him until the scandal) or that I’m just watching it for the fighting/action.

In fact, I was more interested in the relationships and philosophy of Gong Er (played beautifully by Ziyi Zhang with the help of typically Chinese (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon etc, also Ziyi Zhang I just noticed!) evocative filmography – on a par with the Nordic blonde and English rose types for my personal taste).

During the movie; one of the reasons I didn’t take the subtitled film in enough the first time is that I daydream like this; I suddenly thought that after yesterday writing in this blog that Blighty isn’t precisely in the middle of Egypt and Peru like the symbiosis those cultures aimed for in their architecture, that Iceland was much more in the middle of them than Britain, and that is of course where I ended the greenYgrey story, directed by the muse (maybe my mistYmuse, but I can’t remember off-hand if it was written between the 21sts of November and March).

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Moreover, I’d started focusing on the I of Blighty, following a stream of consciousness from the I of me, and I is of course the capital letter of Iceland! I think that’s what made me think of Iceland during the movie – first of all thinking about the I.

Y-I North-East Comedy Spark

The above happened at about 3.30pm, and I thought that would be it for the day, and my ruminations on the blog. However, at about 8.45pm, while watching The Secrets of Quantum Physics on the BBC for the second time I suddenly thought that the Y-I focus of the blog post sounded like the ‘why-aye’ used to enthusiastically say yes in the north-east.

I think I learnt the phrase most from The Likely Lads, only finding out recently after he’d passed away, that one of them, Rodney Bewes, was a Yorkshireman.

Moreover, the subject of the documentary, how light photons are a law unto themselves, beyond scientific control, proving Nils Bohr right above Albert Einstein, made me wonder if my post-blog thoughts had been sparked by my time in the sun on my lunch-time run: fresh enlightenment to refresh the foundation.

Had the new light particles stirred the old up, sparking new life, beyond my control or planning, sending new neural connections down into my conscious mind, like the snow scenes in The Grandmaster, where Gong Er learnt from her father by observing and learning.

I’d recently commented on an article about how biophotons work when we’re sleeping, but still didn’t know exactly what they are until watching the documentary again last night. I think there’s quite a lot available on YouTube if you can’t watch it on the BBC (only UK).

 

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Australian Sunset Photos for POPolutionaries: Has Amber Heard?

I saw several stories I thought I should comment on, but then remembered I’m in the POP age now, so I should just ignore the chatter, even if Reggie Yates (will Chuku Umunna call him vile like he does Donald Trump?) and Lily Allen stories showed why I was right to criticise Russell Brand’s revolutionaries. I also watched The Riot Club recently, which I think showed the kind of revolutionary riot culture Brand stands for, and where most of his supporters come from; a kind of Marquis de Sade – Aleister Crowley do what thou wilt (rich and/or manipulative men) ethos.

If women like that then fine, but from the post-Weinstein scandal fall-out it doesn’t seem to be for most of them, although they think they have no choice at the time.

I did once joke that my L.A. metal name would be Marcy de Sad (inspired by names from bands like Guns N’ Roses, Faster Pussycat and Love/Hate), combining my name, wordplaying on Sade and incorporating my bipolarity; and I think humans should be as free as possible to do what they want, like Crowley, but without harming anything else.

My Ethical Celibacy Positive Twisted Weird Negative

In total contrast, I thought I should ask you to let Amber Heard know about this blog post, with parody comedy based on real amour (thinking Pepe Le Puy!), using the parodying Twitter viralism hashtag #hah (has amber heard), as she’s apparently in Oz now, but then thought she should know by now (Hank Melvin’s song, written by Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff, comes to mind; by the way, I added that Jagger was particularly greenYgreying and that ‘summer’ should be changed to ‘winter’ in yesterday’s blog post; not that I prefer winter to summer, quite the opposite in fact, and for negative-greenYgrey conspiracy theorists, Jagger is still going strong, while the Starman has unfortunately passed away, albeit at the grand old age of 70; If you don’t know me by now), and must think I’m not worthy of romance. I was thinking fondly of Cressida Bonas last week too, but guess she doesn’t think of me as a true blue!

Those types of women have always been my favourites, with early versions Debbie Harry, Brigitte Bardot and Britt Eklund. I liked ABBA’s Agnetha when I was 10 because of her face and hair, not the apparently large bum she’s got; that I hadn’t even noticed until watching recent documentaries about her.

While I’ve been concentrating on sunrises over the last decade I was more of a sunset person before, due to being more of a night-owl than an early-bird. Here’s some photos I took in Australia in 1989, showing I loved natural beauty back then too, before I met all the people from the 1990s who think they’re a big influence on me, with the first one a true Blue Peter POP (PinkyOrangePurple) one I made before:

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Super Moon Between Two Successful Sunrise and Sunset POPs: sMs

There was a hat-trick of sky beauty yesterday and today, as a POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunset was followed by clear sky for the super moon, and then this morning there was another sensational POP sunrise, starting at about 7.45am, before the sun rose about twenty minutes later – and then it was time to look away.

In greenYgrey (gYg) acronym parlez the sunrise-moon-sunset would be shortened to sMs, with sms also an acronym for short message service – a recent BBC news feature was about why people still text. A photo from Washington featured on MSN seemed to include them all together in one; what could be called a POP moon:

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POP Skies the new POP Music

The heading of the article reminded me of the song Dancing in the Streets, with Mick Jagger and David Bowie including a lot of great greenYgreying in their video; especially Jagger’s clothes.

Replace ‘summer’ with ‘winter’, ‘dancing’ with ‘POPing’ (pronounced popping), and ‘music’ with ‘clear skies’, and you’ve got a great POP version!

This is all written from a parody comedy angle of course. I don’t want to replace pop or rock music, especially with the greenYgrey world in the human one ending in the ABBA age!

Next month there’s a wolf moon and blue moon. As expertly explained on BBC news this morning, the wolf moon derives from Native American culture, as wolves are said to howl more poignantly in cold January, when food is scarce and they struggle to survive; while the blue moon is because it’s the second one in January, falling on the last day, so February will not have one, and that’s why there is the saying, ‘Once in a blue moon’: because having two full moons in one month is quite rare.

Moreover, in the greenYgrey world it will see the transition from MIST to MUSE (Midwinter Until Spring Equinox [around March 21st, when the days are equal light and dark]), with the four months known together as mistYmuse. Y-day is on January 21st.

Sky Highlights, December 2017

Before that, it looks like there’ll be a great pre-POP morning sky mid-month, as reported on Cosmic Pursuits:  ‘As it makes its way eastward along the ecliptic, the thin crescent Moon lies just 5º to the north of the planet Mars in the eastern and south-eastern sky before dawn.’

This is included from a mainly aesthetic (looks nice), amateur scientific, mildly pagan ancient wisdom angle, rather than any later religions.

Planets, Moon, and stars in the pre-dawn sky on the morning of December 14, 2017 looking towards the southeast.

 

Rio de Janeiro from Christ Statue Photos

Having previously posted one photo from my trip to the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro in 1994, here’s the rest:

Walking up to it, with two fellow traveller women:

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View to Sugar Loaf, and my favourite city scene in the world:

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View the other way, north I think:

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Another favourite city scene became the cover star of the last of the greenYgrey trilogy:

Mourinho: Damien-Omen Devil or Bilbo-Frodo Hobbit? Match of the Day: Salford Devils or Devilgate Whistleblowers

While the images of Mourinho and Fred ‘the Red’, Manchester United’s devil mascot, reflecting their devil logo and nickname; while early mascot, the Baphometesque Billy ‘the Goat’ is kept under covers in the museum; captured on Match of the Day prove Mourinho walks alongside a representation of the ultimate in evil according to the Bible, the relationships are still unclear, and only those living in the Salford Devil’s Triangle probably know the truth.

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Parody Comedy… I Think

I would just like to clarify that I’m writing this is parody comedy, but if David Icke is right about devil-worshipping paedophiles running the country/world, as he has been about some things, then there may be some truth in it. I have no proof though.

Mourinho: The Special One

I’ve liked Mourinho’s personality most of the time I’ve known about him, and his right-hand man Ibrahimovic, but I now realise it was because of their fondness for being the Devil’s Advocate or King Contrary Man: both with connections to the Devil.

Looking up The Cult’s King Contrary Man lyrics I was reminded of Mourinho’s meeting with Fred ‘the Red’ Devil at Old Trafford last week:

I took a while and thought about it
Down at the crossroads temptin’ fate
I took a while and thought about it
Down at the crossroads temptin’ fate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You can take my soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You can take my soul
Take my soul
I want it all, yeah

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The last line of the song seems to sum up Mourinho’s ambition, remembering him declaring himself the Special One when he arrived in England. Then he was reported to have contacted Manchester United to ask for the job, rather than them luring him there with a devilish offer.

So I think Mourinho is more Damien-Omen than a Lord of the Rings hero, but there’s still a little bit of me wondering if he could be the victim of a wicked plot, and the Salford Devil’s Triangle has been affecting him since the Chelsea v Swansea game, like Mordor and the (Lanca)shire, when he seemed to lose his mind… the goodness and good cheer it once had anyway!

 

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Damien in The Omen

BBC and Match of the Day

 

I love the BBC and Match of the Day, like the teddy bears I once had, and the heatwave summers and snowdrift winters I remember (saw first snow of the winter this afternoon, after a lovely sunny earlier day). Obviously there were bad elements to all of them… except my teddies!

I wondered why they showed Mourinho with Fred ‘the Red’ before the Brighton game. Was it without reason, or was there a reason; and what was it if there was a reason. Were they (Illuminati/Lizards at Old Trafford/BBC) providing subliminal messages supporting devilry; using Mourinho as an unsuspecting celebrity (Devil’s) advocate, or were they acting as investigatory reporters, looking for a ‘Watergate’? If they were looking for a ‘Devilgate’ it reminds me of Suzi Quatro:

When the BBC decided to move to Salford Quays (2004 – 2007) the Jimmy Savile and Stuart Hall cases were still secret (revealed in 2012), so the move to a venue in the middle of two ‘Devils’ teams ties in with David Icke’s devil-worshipping paedophiles theory… circumstantially!

I previously blogged about Salford University, which could have provided a triangle with the two sports grounds before the BBC moved there, after my student colleague who had a sinful, if stereotypical, relationship with the Head of Department got a job there after university, and then Manchester Arena bomber Abedi was reported to have studied there.

I thought it was a coincidence that she’d got a job near the home of Manchester United then, but the (negative) coincidences have just kept happening in Salford since.

Conspiracy Theories ‘It’s So Easy!’; Watford Tricked into Contributing to Imperfect 6?

I’ve been listening to Guns N’ Roses Live at Perkins Palace 1987 while researching this, hence the heading. Rock music used to be my ‘religion’ back then, with football its ‘shadow’. Axl sounded great then, with a tirade about those who think they’re ‘rock stars’. Clubbing took over in the 1990s, while football emerged back into prominence, as I’ve mentioned here before.

My ‘Opposition’ Angle to Manchester Devil Conspiracy

So when I chose a university, I chose Leeds, as I’d supported United since 1970 (I know joking about chameleonising will probably confuse the matter, greenYgrey-style, making Leeds fans think I’m just trying to camouflage myself amongst them, getting benefits or safety, but it’s the ones that haven’t believed me that make me joke about it, and inspired my thoughts of ‘chameleonising’; the green and gold socks I had in Oz were probably down to price, although I might have also joked about them being Aussie, or helping me fit in, knowing my sense of humour, which was the same then: self-proclaimed genius with self-parody.

I never even bought any AC/DC or Rose Tattoo merchandise in Australia, despite being a fan since 1980, and being described as looking like Bon Scott, whose death had been instrumental in making me a rock fan, via singles of AC/DC with him singing re-released. I had a Guns N’ Roses t-shirt, as seen on the cover of the Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, not seeing much further than them and American metal at the time

This season I’ve liked Manchester City in the Premier League because they’re playing the best football… and in sky blue. I know it’s silly, but I’ve always preferred blue to red. Ironically, that was the theme of the Gnomeo and Juliet movie that I watched recently!

My computer froze there; tech gremlins or devil dealing, I don’t know; and I’ve probably written enough for a blog anyway.

Vicarage Road Quietened by Red Devils Attempt at 666

I was going to write about my research into the 55 that Fred ‘the Red’ Manchester United mascot wears, but will save it to another day; I hope to survive until then.

I will just add that Manchester United got an imperfect 6 last night, with Watford scoring 2 of the 6 goals. Mourinho was disappointed that Manchester United hadn’t scored 5 or 6 by the time Watford started scoring after 70 minutes; maybe Mourinho wanted 6 by the 66th minute!?

 

 

 

 

Coati Quality (Coality) Time at Iguazo Waterfall Photos

I had a nice day at the Iguazo waterfalls in 1994, with the bonus of meeting a friendly coati. I’d previously seen properly wild ones in the Pantanal, but this one looked used to human treats:

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You can see Iguazo best from afar in Brazil, and close-up in Argentina:

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David Icke Satanism Talk stopped at Manchester United Devil Logo Ground: Conspiracy with a Twist

Having discussed Manchester United being nicknamed the Red Devils last week, with the devil dominating their club badge, I thought I’d check out what David Icke had said about such symbols, as I’d watched this video below before, and blogged about it, and had wondered why he hadn’t mentioned them then, as he talked about Satanic symbolism and alien controllers feeding off energy and emotion at big sporting and music events:

So I searched David Icke last night, and lo and behold, the two subjects of my interest appeared together straight away, with David Icke having been stopped from staging a performance at Manchester United a few days previously; the day after my blog post actually, although I had no idea about it.

I find it strange that David Icke would even try to stage it at Old Trafford, home of the Red Devils, after what he said in the above video: is he not creating the same kind of energy and emotion, and in a venue with the most obvious Satanic symbolism.

On a side issue, that reminded me that they’d found higher energy levels at some mountains they think could be ancient pyramids in Bosnia, recently featured on Unexplained Files… which is sponsored on Quest by my media provider, Virgin; as well as U.F.O.s the Lost Evidence, which has all the latest evidence, being made this year.

Moreover, Icke didn’t mention it in his complaints about it, instead framing it just as a freedom of speech issue. Is Icke not ‘connecting the dots’ as he likes to advise his audience?

That’s not a big criticism of Icke, whose videos I enjoy, and like the global religion history information, even if I don’t agree with all his theories.

There was no mention of this blog in any of the news media either, and my computer system’s had a couple of attacks/loss-of-internet in the last couple of days; the first blocked by my security provider and the second sorted out by me; hence the late post!

Although it was a heavenly sky blue day today as well, with a lovely yellow-looking sun!

Australian Snowy Mountains Fiction Followed Fact: My 1 Skiing Day

I’ve only skied one day in my life, and that was in Australia. I don’t think I even knew there was skiing in Australia until I went there, and maybe not even until the weekend was suggested. I’d flown into Darwin, and travelled east to Townsville before heading down to Sydney, but the Snowy Mountains was the farthest south I went.

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It was suggested by others on the trip, as most of the domestic ones I went on in and after university were. But all my creative writing is mine: I revisited the area just over twenty years later through fantasy rambling by mostly Google Maps and Wikipedia; along with memories of my travels in Werewolf of Oz.

In 1989 we stayed in Jindabyne, while the Werewolf of Oz highlights included characters from the Perishers cartoon strip in the Perisher Valley, berry poetry in Berridale and a pigeon cooing story from Western Australia re-emerging in Cooma, linking back to the start of the rambling storyline.

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Jindabyne Skiing, Snowy Mountains

Getting kitted out:

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It was the end of the season there, and the ski lifts etc weren’t working, so it was a case of hiking around and up the hills/mountains:

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And then skiing/falling down, reminiscent of Eddie ‘the Eagle’:

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We also had to walk across a river at the end of the day; I led the way, knowing a shower wasn’t far away!:

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Neuroscience Research Supports My Writing Search into My Own Brain

XaW Files: Beyond Humanity was the last of my fantasy fiction trilogy, with the greenYgrey as my protagonist and maybe muse; a star reflection. The writing process, inspired by a decade of travel to all the populated continents, and another twenty years of smaller trips; ten years of further education and the same amount of creative writing and learning; building on a lifetime of media absorption, a lot of it ‘counterculture’, was laborious and lengthy, feeling pressured and pushed; only by myself; to finish the greenYgrey story on a high, doing my project justice, and emulating the people from my demographic like members of Guns N’ Roses and Metallica, who’d started their creative lives raw and reached classic. I think I did that, with the help of the aurora borealis, which provided the perfect ending, as it often gives the ultimate of sky beauty.

Sky to Synapses (a junction between two nerve cells, consisting of a minute gap across which impulses pass by diffusion of a neurotransmitter)

If you think I’m being arrogant including a description for synapses above, it’s really because it’s one of those words I know a little about, but not that clearly myself – now double-negatives will say I don’t know what I’m writing about!

I don’t know that much about it, that’s true, just a documentary and articles knowledge, but I did try and look inside my own brain while writing XaW Files, searching inside for new ideas and stories. As I wrote at the start of Chapter 6, Episode 21:

Many nights on this journey
I have packed up my ramblers
feeling at a dead-end.
But a door has
always opened –
sometimes overnight:
before sleep
during sleep
after sleep
sometimes in the morning:
before starting to ramble
whilst preparing to ramble
after a few steps of rambling.
sometimes it has taken days:
especially at the end of chapters
plotting a suitable end, or researching
a new chapter, countries and cities.

Twilight Times of the Mind

I continued to describe the process inside my brain recalling thoughts from the hypnagogic time between wakefulness and sleep, also known as dozing, often after a coffee or two in the time I named coffilosophy:

This morning was like a usual day On The Road, not knowing what was in store for me, alone once more in a new location. Then I remembered some thoughts I had from that place between main and extra sleep; a hypnagogic place that seems like travelling through space, with bright lights reminiscent of reaching a new solar system, or passing through an asteroid belt.
Are they the bright sparks, light-bulbs of the moment, gold-dust like brain sperm, all trying to create new life ideas, but only one of each starburst able to find an egg.

Recent Article Names Lights as Biophotons

Then a few weeks ago I saw an article on Facebook from the educateinspirechange website naming those lights as biophotons, and moreover, led by a great greenYgrey image of them:

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While the lights may have contained the ideas that fuelled the greenYgrey trilogy, which ended with the similar lights from the sun, interacting with our planet’s magnetic field to create the northern and southern lights; as there are on other planets; I had most welcomed their ‘sight’ as a sign that sleep was returning, after maybe an hour or two of being awake.

I wondered if they were dopamine neurons, flying past my conscious mind to shut down the pre-frontal cortex, which is apparently the thinking part of the brain, to induce sleep.

I also wondered if they were pre-frontal cortex neurons returning home, having been shot backwards in my brain by whatever awoke me; or did they do the awakening, having not properly settled the night before; now they were falling back to their place in my brain, as dust settles on ground.

As I sometimes seem to feel the front of my head relax before sleep, as if the brain is following gravity to the pillow, as the head has done.

So I still have lots of questions about my own brain’s working, but that article did provide some more evidence, and nice images of the inner workings of our bodies.

Neuroscience seems to be answering a lot of the questions set by the counterculture theorists of the twentieth-century, as top mind-searching guru Dr. Timothy Leary noticed during his lifetime.