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GHOST No More: mistYmuse Sunrise Weather News

It’s still winter. Yes, it’s quite ironic that after the mistYmuse Y-day celebration, marking the passing into the second half of winter festival, helping mistYmusers survive the northern hemisphere chilly third of the year, Blighty faces its longest cold spell of the winter, as I experience; and the same for parts of North America according to the news.

I Predict Nothing, Expect Even Less

mistYmuseptics (sceptics of the mistYmuse) might be saying: ‘Ha, ha, that mistYmuser knows nothing’, but they would be getting the wrong end of the (mistYmuse-greenYgrey) stick – beyond my wordplay, the half-way point of the mistYmuse is mainly a psychological marker to motivate oneself to survive the rest of the winter/early spring; as I and many others have done in endurance events – races, contracts, study etc.

The mistYmuse may not even cover the whole wintry weather, with cold spells possible through to May.

Light is Predictable – End of GHOST

Light is predictable because its governed by our travel around the sun, and it will always be the same until there is some big space event, or our planet’s axis changes – not likely for thousands or millions of years.

A week after Y-day, the sunrise has now left the Golden Hour of Sunrise Times (GHOST) for 9am workers, with the weather forecast stating 7.57 for Leeds this morning. If early-risers think I’m a lazybones gloater, I was up to see the first light this morning at 7.30, and the grey horizon clouds lit up on top all POP (PinkyOrangePurple) between then and the sunrise.

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Iggy Pop Wordplay Fun Interlude (remembering Monty Python-style comedy)

Iggy Pop came on YouTube after I listened to The Stooges ‘Funhouse’ first, and I just noticed his name is an anagram of I gYg POP! Maybe I should become a ‘covers band’ of his; what do you think?

I also listen to Planet Rock quite a lot, and read Classic Rock news and articles on the Louder Sound website. A couple of days ago I heard Wyatt jokingly alternating rock song titles and lyrics, as I did on fmpoetry yesterday, and have done before.

Using Sun and Insulation to Survive Cold

The sunrise marks the end of POP of course, and when you should look away, as although the sun is undoubtedly a wonderful thing overall, it does have some negatives, in line with greenYgreyism: although the sun of course preceded gYgism, and is much more important/omnipresent!

If you are in a cold weather place now, and heating is a money concern, and have some sunshine, I recommend trying to get as much sunshine in as possible while its shining, as it can help heat a room. Then after it goes down, insulate the windows as much as possible to retain the heat: using bedding, clothes or even spare groceries, such as packets of toilet rolls, tins etc. I write that from a human angle, rather than a sun one!

If you think the sun and I’s love affair is a whirlwind romance, here’s a video from nine years ago:

My first artwork of my adult life was also the sun, in 2003, now over fifteen years ago.

Then it became the cover star (notice that wordplay?) of my magnum opus book:

Australian Open Tennis Highlights

In the glory days of greenYgrey I would have joked without explanation: ‘there was only one winner at the Australian Open… (with I think the expected answer tennis, but my in-joke): gYgPOP (greenYgrey PinkyOrangePurple).

Daring to Wordplay Self-Parody

But these are different times (I think they really are, but dare to still use parody/satire to gYgPOP in-joke): POP ones.

Thanks to the Beeb for their finals highlights, with some great tennis… and these gYgPOP highlights from Melbourne, where Grey of course solo travelled (immortalised in the Werewolf of Oz book) when separated from Greeny, before the Y grew in the middle, the Gs went lower case… and then it all turned POP; perfectly presented in the Melbourne sky during the men’s final (between the Frankenstein and Werewolf of greenYgrey sports, with all respect to them, and thinking neither are as scary as me!).

Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps by [Latham, Marc]

Icelanniversary: Iceland Sky Updates

A year ago I was in Iceland, on my last solo travel adventure; that’s last as in latest rather than final, although it could be the latter too, as it was for the greenYgrey in the last of the trilogy XaW Files: Beyond Humanity. It includes lots of wonderful wordplay, as I hope Icelanniversary is another example; it also reminds me of Inveraray, the Scottish town I visited afterwards last year.

Light at the End of the Tunnel

I’ve put XaW Files on a Kindle ebook free promo this week, to celebrate the mistYmuse pagan winter festival reaching its most important central time Y-day on January 21st, a month after the midwinter solstice, and a passing from MIST (Most Ideal Sunrise Times) darkest winter to MUSE (Midwinter Until Spring Equinox).

The party is already two days old on this site’s sister site fmpoetry.wordpress.com with MEW (Mist Evaporation Week) hotting up with every day.

Northern Lights or Ice Pillars: UFO Book Explanation

Funnily enough, I recently saw what could be an explanation for the long streaks I saw one day in Reykjavik, coinciding with a rainbow creating snow shower. I thought they might be northern lights, having seen similar on the Sky at Night television show shortly before then.

In Nigel Watson’s UFO Investigations Manual, p.80, he has a photo of something similar, and explains the ‘vertical streaks of light are caused by Ice Pillars.’

On p. 84 he writes about meteors and fireballs, and I saw a great one of the latter one night in Borganes while out northern lights hunting: like a big dollop of paint falling from the northern sky.

I saw another one last month during the Quadrantid meteor shower.

Magical Light Day on Borganes Fjord

While I was disappointed not to see the big Northern Lights sky show I did feel lucky to have had high pressure dominate the week I was in Iceland, after heavy snowfall had created very photogenic panoramic scenery. It provided some great POP (PinkyOrangePurple) twilight times, and I had one especially magical light show spending the entire (short) day on the Borganes fjord.

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There’s more POP and UFO to come this week, and if you’ve got access to Kindle books, XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, with its thrilling Iceland finale, is now freely available:

XaW Files: Beyond Humanity (Fantasy Travel by Google Maps Book 3) by [Latham, Marc]

Britain’s Burning, but Sky’s Scintillating

I was looking forward to writing that there’s less than a week now until Midwinter in the northern hemisphere, so we are in the peak fortnight of Most Ideal Sunrise Times ((Nov 21st – Jan 21st) in Blighty, with the sunrise just right for the morning commute for 9am starters, as it’s between 8-9.

Especially as on Monday we had some spectacular sky effects photos on the ITN local news, with sun dogs, iridescent light (I saw that/them in morning and just after sunset) and circumzenithal arcs (below: I hadn’t heard of that sky phenomenon before) from sunrise to sunset).

BBC Anti-White Race Bias

Unfortunately, the Raheem Sterling racism incident overshadowed them, and sent me to the Daily Mail to investigate. There, I found lots of anti-white stories I haven’t seen featured on the BBC, including an Arab banker killing a beautiful white upper-class woman, and how he’d wanted to degrade her, making it sound really racist sexist; there’s been no uproar, or investigation of ‘banker culture’, even though he’s supposed to have spent most of his money on ‘high-class escorts’;

Christina Abbotts failed to turn up to her own birthday celebrations and was found dead in a bed.Zahid Naseem arrives at Lewes Crown Court today 

and sex slavery in Britain rising tenfold in five years. 

I just wrote a blog post on it on this site’s sister site, fmpoetry.wordpress.com, so if you want a break from all the white racism news flooding out from the Premier League and BBC this week, please visit there… and if you want to support a woman-lover from a deprived background who battled against academic and workplace groomers to get a PhD and become a published author, trying to balance the race debate while supporting women, even buy a book or two!

Still a Gorgeous Genius to my Enemies, Humble to Fans/Friends

P.S. This blog post’s heading references ‘Babylon’s Burning’ and isn’t to be taken literally, as my ‘Am I E.T. or Yeti’ on fmpoetry seem to have been, by some relatively uneducated people. I was more wondering about my superpowers or alienation from mainstream society than my physical appearance, with the start of Sex Pistols’ Anarchy in the UK in my head: ‘I am an anti-Christ, I am an anarchist…’

If I hadn’t been fighting for women and decent men I could just join the ‘sugar-daddy’ culture that seems to be growing – and I’ve witnessed in uni and work – with all the other ‘nice liberal’ cultural effects since Multicultural Fascism started twenty years ago – like the grooming of hundreds/thousands of mostly white children by mostly Pakistani men!!

I don’t mind good-looking men criticising me, but when it’s men I consider ugly I get peeved; men who only get arrogant because they buy and lie, pressure and predate.

Iceland Fairy Angel Elf Pixie (IFAPE) Photograph Evidence?

I’m still an agnostic secularist, bordering on atheism, and with appreciation for nature (mild non-practising [beyond perfect in a self-parody way, scoring 73 on the all new for 2018 parodymeter] neo-paganism). While I’m focusing on Iceland here at the moment, I’d just like to thank my Blighty government for its truly Great Britain plan to plant a million trees over the near future, creating a northern forest, for wildlife and humanity; fighting against flooding. I’ve just seen its been called a ‘ribbon of woodland’, reminding me of I think seeing a ribbon of Northern Lights in Reykjavik.

There was a pristine POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunrise this morning in Blighty, due to high pressure dominating today, with the sky POPing now at about 7.45, about 30-45 minutes earlier than at the midwinter peak POPing time around December 21st.

goldenYgrandad (age not biological), Inspired by Golden Child

I remember liking Eddie Murphy’s Golden Child movie when I was young, and some of the my first poems wondered if I was special in some pagan way. I guess most people do, as fiction tries to make you relate to the protagonist.

After researching mental health, I put it down to ADHD and Bipolarity, and seeing documentaries by people like Chris Packham and Lotje Sodderland recently, think it might be mild autism/Asperger’s or brain damage! However, I don’t know for sure, and maybe I do have a special relationship with the natural world, like the shamen of traditional societies.

Bjork’s Iceland Pagan Light Returned?

As I wrote in a previous blog Cork Bjork Dork Talk post, I was surprised to see Bjork’s The Gate and Utopia videos related so much to the PinkyOrangePurple (POP) theme of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity; and that she’d started writing it at the end of 2015, drawing inspiration from her Iceland countryside, when I was finishing XaW Files in the Iceland countryside; of course unaware (un-a-were in greenYgrey parlez) of Bjork’s wandering wondering.

I’d already decided to visit Iceland when I found that out about Bjork. I’ve of course always wanted to visit, and finishing my book there provided extra drive, along with cheap EasyJet flights; which were excellent, flying there on time through a storm, and landing in quite heavy snow. It looked beautiful in the snow, but looked even more so when I returned at the end of my trip.

Remembering greenYgreyology, there is a negative to Iceland’s tourism popularity, as many locals are being priced out of housing because so many flats etc are being converted to tourist accommodation. So, sorry to those struggling to get on the housing ladder if I contribute to the ‘problem’.

Borgarnes Sun Light

As I wrote in the last couple of blogs, I set off on a Friday morning at about 10am to have a look around Borgarnes and do a little shopping at the Bonus supermarket; No Rush. A pinky sunrise creating a purply hue above the snowy mountains kept me walking across the bridge:

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The sun didn’t rise over the mountains, but when I neared the end of the Borgarfjordur icy frozen beach I was delighted to see it around a corner, both for its brightness and warmth:

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I was going to take a photo of Borgarnes shining in the sun, but a combination of the brightness and cold hands (despite two pairs of gloves, albeit old ones with some holes!) made me turn the phone camera to ‘selfie’. I saw the sun behind me, so took a photo anyway, as I was nearing the end of the beach, and felt it was an occasion worth remembering.

I couldn’t really see the screen at the time, and it was only when I returned to the warmth, after finally doing my shop, for a couple of hours before going out for four hours Northern Lights view-attempting, that I saw the golden light near my mouth.

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The rational in me says its a sunlight reflection, but after watching Bjork’s videos again, I did wonder if it was something to do with the Icelandic pagan light she featured in The Gate:

and Utopia:

I think I have seen such ‘light’, but don’t know if it’s just atmospherics, with the Icelandic air seeming very active, perhaps because of Northern Lights activity providing extra electricity – the end of the recent Lotje Sodderland documentary featured new neurological research finding the brain’s neurons process ‘light’ for their electrical impulses.

Maybe some of that light travels through the brain and body unprocessed, exiting still as ‘light’.

Sun Dog-Wolf Wishes, Sun Pillar Reality, Same Photographic Evidence of Exquisite Serenity

As seen in the photos on yesterday’s blog, the sun had set by the time I returned to the road, and the sky had POPed (PinkyOrangePurpled):

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My Last Photo

The battery had nearly run out on my phone, and I took this photo with 1% left. I wondered at the time if it was a sky effect known as a sun dog, but checking up yesterday that’s more when it looks as if there is a ‘sun’ either side of the sun.

It would have been apt for my greenYgrey concept, as from the start it was supposed to be a sun wolf, rather than the more stereotypical moon wolf; its greenness was supposed to have been sun-dyed, and later its Y ascended, partly symbolising the yellow of the sun, and its enlightenment.

The fact that I saw brilliant sky scenes during the sunny daylight, and didn’t see the Northern Lights in the moony night (there was a cool crescent moon near the same seaside horizon as the sun in these photos) does fit in with the greenYgrey sun wolf theme.

This photo seems more like a sun pillar, where the sun’s light extends vertically, making it look as if it is really long, or there are more than one. That isn’t the sun in the photo, as it’s already below the horizon:

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I don’t think I’ve ever taken a better POP photo, although it looks even better on my phone gallery; inspiring me to this moment name such PinkyOrangePurple photos POPhotos, pronounced POP-hotos!

I apologise for loving my own photos so much. It’s not my photography I love though, it’s the beautiful scene of immaculate nature; just like the great artists of the Romantic era!

Iceland Mountain Fjord Sunset Photos

It was around or below zero all the time the week I was in Iceland, from what I saw of the temperatures, and it was supposed to be about -5c the day I spent on the Borgarfjordur beach. While I’d taken many photos during the day, the snaps I took after sunset turned the sky, land and water PinkyOrangePurple (POP) looked totally sublime in my phone gallery. They don’t seem to look as good transferred to the computer, looking lighter, but I think they’re still very nice.

After last post contained a silhouette reflection on Mount Hafnarfjall, here’s the scene below, as the mountain joins the fjord:

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Lake Titicaca Sunset Photos

Especially for those missing the POP (PinkyOrangePurple) times in old-fashioned greenygrey Blighty weather; with the traditional sky evidence that the greenygrey had nothing to do with causing the weather it depicted, as its Yellow rebranding has not created sunnier weather; and also for everybody else, here’s one of my favourite sunset photos from my travels, taken at Lake Titicaca on the Peruvian – Bolivian border in 1994:

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Lake Titicaca is arguably the highest navigable lake in the world and biggest in South America. When I was there it looked green in some parts during daylight, due to algae.

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The lake looked clear and ‘normal’ in other parts:

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Some people (Uros) live on islands made from totora reeds. They also make boats from the reeds (that’s not a reed boat in this photo!):

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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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Reluctantly Enlightened World Experiencer: Putting Pseudo-Alphas in Their Place, with 1994 Native Bolivian Solstice Photos

In my list of inspirations for staying out of trouble yesterday, and ignoring the baiters; Nietzsche superman, Martial Arts control and Christian turning the other cheek; I forgot Buddhist Enlightenment. For most of my travels and university life I was more into lazing and partying than learning and participating, but I usually went along with it as much as my mind would, learnt what I could and added it to my life experience.

My Life, My Mind, My Writing

Some things I chose to do myself, either learning about them from the media or other people; while other things I followed others; the good I followed didn’t expect anything in return, the bad amongst them seemed to think they were buying shares in me, like an investment banker; yes, they were mostly from the fake university and counterculture localities, epitomised by Russell Brand, who think they are so above everybody else they replace a plain and simple cash economy for a favours one, and as they are so at the top as pseudo-alphas of their pseudo communities they think every body owes them, and they owe nobody!

I did have some nice times in the Yorkshire countryside with them, and at parties they threw (I now view the parties as their  investments attempts, and saw them then as power plays), on their initiative, but that was all, and it was just stuff I’d done before all my life, and all around the world; adding to my life experiences rather than a ‘big bang’ or ‘revolution’.

I grew up in a small town with a hippy commune on its doorstep, and lots of counterculture people in the hills surrounding it; and their offspring; who’d dropped out and escaped there in the 1960s and 1970s. After getting into rock and metal in 1980, I always had one foot in the ‘town’ and one in the ‘counterculture’, until giving it up altogether around 2000.

Adding another space-life metaphor, to my ‘Event Horizon’ for that time when you’re drunk at the point of being paralytic, and want to stay there, and think you can, but the gravity drag of oblivion is too strong; or the greenYgrey world starting with a BB and ending with a supernova.

The metaphor is that I think I and most people feed off other people that inspire them; or irritate them, as negative energy can work the other way, propelling you in a different direction; as humanity has learnt to use the gravity of other planets as a kind of slingshot to propel their craft faster and farther, such as Cassini, which used Venus as a gravity assist to fuel it to the outer solar system, where it found geyser plumes on Enceladus and methane lakes on Titan.

As an aid to memory
remembering greenYgrey history
with acronymony rather than acrimony
geyser plumes on Enceledus is GPE
neighbour to general post office GPO
while methane lakes on Titan is MLT
like a moon to bacon. lettuce. tomato BLT.
(The first greenYgrey ramble remembered North America by acronym creation)

Voyager 2 also did this:

I’ve met some nice and inspiring people during the greenYgrey years, such as younger members of my demographic in work such as PS and LM, who I think need ‘Google-style work environments’ to be happy and fulfil their potential; and higher managers like S and C, or junior managers like N and K, who were nice to the end; like me and Asperger’s sufferer Chris Packham, as he said in his documentary, and I’ve hinted at before in my blog posts and of course my greenYgrey trilogy travelled mostly by Google Maps.

I thought Google opening a digital garage in the city I live in, the city of [Chilis song]) might be my ticket out, but a non-white-male similar to bullies at university who consider you racist if you don’t do what they want, and gay if you do (their homophobia) dampened the enthusiasm of a woman who’d been positive, by saying it was making fun of people and places – an example of the political correctness that only seems to work one way, and why I now largely distrust and dislike that demographic, when I was very positive towards them until Multicultural Fascism, and working with them at university and in their locality (where white people don’t usually want to go, as they face constant prejudice and persecution by some, while others from their local demographics are nice and positive, and some are even critical of the new immigrants just wanting an easy time, when they arrived in the Windrush 1950s, when the Establishment was sending white British children to be abused elsewhere in the Commonwealth – making me wonder if New Labour’s Multicultural Fascism in the 1990s was the end game of a mixing ethnicities Establishment policy started in the 1950s – maybe intended for good reasons in response to the Nazis one-race policy, but often causing and ending in sadistic child abuse no better than the Nazis, and the race tensions, conflicts and terrorism threats now).

Time for New Inspiration: such as Evo Morales

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I have tried to be a man-of-the-people, and servant to women, but I feel that now I must try to write from where I feel my head is, in the enlightened clear sky above the clouds of culture; rising above the Islamism that the Establishment is trying to introduce as the next big cloud; keeping the masses in the dark battling about whose monotheistic god is the best, while the elite hold on to their greater knowledge and truth, from a time before that, when humanity thanked the sun during the day, and studied the stars at night.

In 1994 I went to my first ‘pagan’ prehistoric site, not having got to the Stonehenge Festival, as many ‘hippies’ from my town did each year. The native Bolivians on the edge of La Paz just used plants for their solstice rituals at Tiwanaku, replacing animal sacrifices, showing a civil consideration many other religions (kosher and halal barbaric killing policies) could learn from.

I was delighted native Bolivian, Evo Morales, was elected president in 2006, twelve years after my visit, and is still in office. I would have liked to have been like that with my writing, but the British Establishment doesn’t seem as benign as the Bolivian, and/or the British people not as strong and/or intelligent! Multicultural Fascism clouded out class identity and communities, and the media call native white rights racist!!

As I remember it I heard about it from other travellers in the hotel I was staying at, and went with them, quite reluctant to get up early to catch the bus out to the site (same for the El Choro trek) for the two-hours journey west to Tiwanaku, more interested in watching the 1994 World Cup, but I would be back for the games that day. Here’s some photos:

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